Chapter Eleven
Arse-wiggling and Those kind of Things
(A/N -- a huge thank you goes out to all of my reviewers, sorry about the wait! Here we go! Also, I would strongly consider listening to music throughout the 2nd half of this chapter. It gets you in the mood more :) )
The next morning dawned bright and unusually crisp for the first of October. Hermione's alarm went off three times before she finally, unwillingly got out of bed, well aware that she had to face Snape today, even though she didn't have potions. For today would be the beginning of her month's worth of detentions. As she jumped in the shower, she grumbled to herself, thinking about how unfair it all was. She never got detentions; it just was not something that Hermione Granger did. Hermione Granger did her homework and got Outstanding's on everything. Hermione Granger went to class and studied and spent her free time in the library. Hermione Granger did NOT make out with her professor or get a month's worth of detentions for having an illicit dream about a said teacher. And Hermione Granger certainly did not succumb to any "deals" Malfoy suggested. Except now, Hermione found herself doing all of these things and wondering what had happened to her neat little world. She tried not to think of Snape as she got out of the shower.
Meanwhile, Severus Snape was still lying in his four-poster bed, unwilling to get up and go to the dining hall for breakfast. It was not because he was tired from having been up half the night, nor was it even because he did not want to face Granger, should she chose to show up to the dining hall. Nor was it because his black silky sheets were snuggled around him, making him warm and lazy. It was, in fact, because he had woken up with the worst morning wood anyone could possibly imagine, and it was all because of a horrific dream he had had the night before. He thought back…
When Granger had left the night before, he had practically ran to his study and pulled out his penseive and dragged it into his bedchambers. After quickly changing out of his clothes, he sat down on the edge of his bed and swiftly pulled out the most recent memory that Hermione had given him: the dream. Once the contents swirled around, neither solid nor gas, he cast a charm that would make the penseive's contents fill the room, almost as if he were watching a movie. He laid back in his bed and watched the memory unfold in exquisite detail as he stroked his hard shaft, thinking only about what he watched. Twice, the thought that he was jacking off to a student started to creep into his mind, but he easily pushed the thoughts away and instead went faster as he watched his penseive-self suck on one of Granger's hardened nipples. He got only to the part where she screamed at him to fuck her, when he spasmed uncontrollably, nearly crying with relief as he reached his peak, making quite a mess on his freshly cleaned sheets.
Hermione thought about skipping breakfast, but decided to go anyway, as she need to stop her current train of thought before it got out of control. Plus she wanted to talk to Ginny, though she was still debating on whether to tell her about what happened the previous night with Snape.
Snape, however, did not attend breakfast. In fact, when his 1st class of the day came in, his first years, he struggled out of bed and told them all to get the hell out of the dungeons because today's class was cancelled. They did not need telling twice.
Classes passed and Hermione found herself at dinner, scooping mashed potatoes onto her plate while Ginny began to talk to her.
"Did you hear that Snape cancelled half his classes today?" She implored, reaching over Harry to get a drumstick.
"But why?" Hermione asked, turning pink.
"Dunno… weren't you with him last night? I thought you had Advanced Potions or something," Ginny said, taking a bite of her roll and wiggling her eyebrows.
Hermione mumbled something incoherent and stuffed her mouth full of green beans, looking around furtively. Ginny noticed, but decided to wait to mention it until Harry was out of earshot.
"Alright you guys, I have to get some homework done before my detention tonight" Hermione said, grabbing her bag and standing up.
"What? Why do you have detention?" Harry sputtered. "I thought you were coming to watch the Quidditch game tonight. Gryffindor verses Hufflepuff!"
Hermione sighed, "I'll explain later, I have to get caught up on my homework. See you, and good luck Harry!" She then rushed quickly out into the Great Hall, trying to get away from Ginny's knowing glare.
"Stop right there! Nice try Hermione. You may be able to sneak past Harry with your mumbling, but oh no, not me. Spill," Ginny announced rather loudly, making Hermione inwardly cringe. She turned around and looked at Ginny, who had her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. She weighed her odds and decided it was against her favor to try and lie to Ginny.
"Fine, I'll talk, but not here."
"Oh Merlin, Hermione…" Ginny started, making her mouth into a perfect 'O'. "I can't believe you had that dream!" She finally exclaimed. She wiggled her eyebrows at Hermione, grinning. "So… How was it?"
"Ginevra Weasley! You ought to be ashamed! I most certainly did not choose to have such… such… well you know. Oh Ginny, what should I do? I have detention with him every night for a month. That means no more Advanced Potions, though I'll be spending enough time with Snape anyway. Oh no! And now Malfoy will tell everyone I'm sleeping with Snape too, since I can't help him with his Transfiguration anymore, because I'll be too busy with detention!" Hermione rambled on.
"What about Malfoy?" Ginny asked. Hermione proceeded to tell her about Malfoy blackmailing her into helping him with his homework.
"Just try to avoid him. Tell him you're busy, maybe he'll just give up," She reasoned.
"Malfoy? Are you kidding me? He would no sooner wish Harry a happy birthday or congratulate him on winning a Quidditch match! Face it, I'm doomed."
"I'm sure we'll think of something," Ginny said, patting her friend on the back. It was all she could do.
Later, Hermione bid Ginny farewell, glad once more that she had someone to talk to about how crazy her life had become. She worked on homework that wasn't due for another week, and at 7:45, made her way to Malfoy's room to tell him she couldn't help him with his Transfiguration, inwardly cringing at what he might do in retaliation.
She knocked, and waited. But, there was no answer.
She knocked again. "Malfoy!" She yelled. There was still no response.
She considered writing him a note, but as it was Malfoy, and she didn't particularly want to talk to him anyway, she just shrugged and left through the portrait hole: destination, the dungeons.
On her way, her mind threatened to spill over with thoughts of how terrible this detention was going to be, how terrible Snape was for giving this detention to her, and how behind she was going to get on all her homework and Head duties because of this month of hell.
Before she knew it, she had arrived at Snape's dungeon door and was knocking, hoping that a repeat of Malfoy's door would happen again and he wouldn't respond. For a moment he did not.
While the girl was out in the hallway, debating on whether or not to knock, Severus Snape was slouched in his desk chair with a red ink quill in one hand, and an empty glass of brandy in the other. He heard footsteps outside his door, and watched light shadows play across his classroom floor from the small crack under his door that was emitting light in from the hallway. He saw the shadows hesitate, and moments later a muffled knock sounded, echoing in his ears from the brandy, and startling him out of his daze. He watched the light puppets dance for a few more moments, willing them to go away. When they didn't, he straightened himself up, and grudgingly sounded a stern "Enter," setting his empty glass on the floor behind his desk so she would not see it.
He clumsily opened his desk drawer, fumbling around for a new ink bottle, even though there was already one on his tidy desk. He felt his vision blur somewhat and steadied himself on his chair, as he heard his dungeon door open and close quietly.
He looked up at the approaching figure, trying hard for a moment to recognize her. He blinked twice. Granger. A scowl travelled across his face.
"I'm here for detention, Professor Snape," she managed to squeak out, startled by his angry, glossy glare.
"I don't know whether you're expecting me to go easy on you because of your little shenanigans yesterday, but I can assure you, it will not be a pleasant evening, Miss Granger," he said quietly, avoiding her eyes.
After she nodded, he pointed her in the direction of the public classroom storeroom, ordering her merely to "clean up". The room was exceptionally dusty and out of order from just the past month's worth of students filing in and out, getting the ingredients that they needed for their daily potions class.
She sighed and looked back at Snape. She was angry, scared, and at the same time, when she looked at him, her stomach dropped. Her cheeks tinged crimson. She got to work on what looked like was going to take all night. Reluctantly, she got on her hands and knees to reach the bottom shelves first.
Severus Snape sat in his chair with his red quill poised above a third year's essay on the many uses of dragon scales in potion making. He was not, however, grading anything at the moment because his eyes were oddly unfocused on the parchment. His vision meandered along until it found a view of Hermione's backside, half in the air. She was reaching to the back of one of the lowest shelves. He felt his pants tighten uncomfortably and he cursed the brandy. Brandy was without doubt, a bad idea. He scooted closer to his desk so that his legs were completely hidden. How had this happened?
Hermione felt a stare boring into her back and turned around quickly, looking for the source. However when she looked at Professor Snape, he was dutifully making marks on some innocent's paper. She frowned. Is he sitting up awfully straight, or is it just my imagination?
He couldn't focus on anything except that dream and her well-shaped arse wiggling about. Damn that penseive. This is getting to be too much. His life was already bad enough… Why, oh why was this happening to him now?
Hermione felt the stares again but ignored them, blushing once again for why she was stuck cleaning this store closet in the first place.
That's it. He had had enough of her bottom-wiggling. Surely she was doing this with the purpose of driving him mad. He shook his head; more brandy should do the trick…
Hermione finished with the bottom shelf and moved up the next, she heard the clinking of glass from somewhere in the direction of Snape's desk, but she did not turn around in fear of his retribution.
Ah, that's better. That saucy arse-wiggling minx would not get to him. No, sir. 'Oh, and look, now there were two of them,' he thought as his vision doubled.
Hermione walked out of the store closet and turned to her left, reaching a cleaning supply cabinet right outside the small storeroom. She got on her tip toes to reach for a clean rag on the top shelf, biting her lip and jumping a little. Almost got it…
Severus nearly growled. So she's moved on from arse-wiggling to bosom-shaking, has she? Well two can play at that game… oh, yes.
Oh, no. He staggered to get up. Maybe he couldn't play this game. Maybe it was a better idea if he stayed in his comfortable desk chair and waited until the room stopped spinning like that.
Hermione turned around to see him trip a bit. He looked up at her. He smiled.
Then his smile slipped away into a frown, finally settling on a scowl. "I think it's time you had got to leaving, Miss Granger. You don't want to be late for curfew," He said. His words were like silk.
She paused what she was doing. Was he drunk? It suddenly dawned on her. He stumbled toward her.
"Miss …" He stepped closer. She could almost feel his breath. Why could she not move?
"Granger…" Her back pressed against the safety cabinet. His body pushed against her front. Her breath became stuck in her throat. Why was she suddenly in this situation? Her thought process was strangely foggy all of the sudden, and this all felt very familiar.
"I think you should get out, now," He whispered in her ear, pressing in on her small frame with his weight. Certainly he could feel her heart beating; she could almost hear it. Some part of her knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong. But another, deeper part of her screamed and flashed images of her 'pleasant' potion-induced dream of Snape railing her…
"I…I…" She stuttered.
"I strongly advise you leave, right this moment," his arms came up on either sides of her, pressing against the wall and caging her in.
"I…" Everything seemed so surreal; their minds fuzzy from varying things.
And a knock sounded on the door. They both turned their heads to look at the offending noise. He hesitated, but she didn't waste a moment, reaching in her pocket for her wand, leaning around Snape's body and calling out a locking charm and a silencing charm at the classroom door. He turned his head back to look at her sheepish grin. One corner of his mouth curved upward momentarily before he leaned in, to claim her lips.
