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SNAPE PART 4

A/n: I'm really not sure what happened to this story! When I wrote the first chapter of Death Eater Dancers it was supposed to be a serious story with a *bit* of humour, but each chapter has been getting sillier...though I'm still honestly struggling to find a logical explanation for why Snape would be in a thong? in a strip club? Can anybody figure that out? I cant!

Anyways thanks to vitaeli varishta, skuldvampteeth, vampirela69, marianna79, whitewolfie3000, amerenima redwood and minniemouse for reviewing! thanks guys! :)

His hand rubbed against her back. "I think you how know this ends, Hermione. We've both seen it in your head."

Hermione shuddered. She could still feel her former professor pressing against, closing in on her like a second skin. Though they were both clothed. Well Snape not so much, if you counted that tiny strip of leather between his legs as clothing. The thought made her dizzy.

"W-hat," she breathed heavily almost afraid of the answer, "exactly do have you in mind?"

He chuckled and she stifled a moan as he tauntingly grabbed hold of hips. Hermione had to breathe very hard in and out to prevent herself from arching backwards into him.

"Haven't you been paying attention?" he goaded as he sank his fingers deeper into the curvy flesh of her hips and pressed her still closer.

Hermione bit her lip to keep herself from buckling against him.

"You'll forgive me Professor-"

"Severus."

"Severus," she winced and bit her lip again, embarrassed by her mistake, "But I, I've found it, difficult to concentrate. Under the circumstances."

Oh dear. That must've been the wrong thing to say.

She could practically taste the sarcasm in his voice. "Oh yes?" he muttered, "Well then I should refresh your memory a little? Hmm?"

His voice was so deep and deliciously timbre, that she knew something was off.

"Allow me."

He flipped her around so that they were eye to eye. Then without a word more, his dark eyes blinked and he entered her mind.

Hermione felt helpless as he intrusively ran through her memories like a pick-pocket looking for his particular prize.

Finally he found it. And she squirmed helplessly as he uncovered it from her unconscious.

The memory was one of the fantasies she had of him when she was a sixth year student in his class. One of the more recurring fantasy she had as she sat during her potions lesson, boredly scrawling some notes because she was always the first one to finish brewing, so that she could stare at the brooding potions master...and day dream.

And dear god. What an abominable dirty mind she had at that age!

Snape released her from occlumency and Hermione looked up in horror at him.

There were practically tears in her eyes and her ears were burning.

"You saw that?"

It was obvious he had. Still it was so painfully embarrassing that she needed it to be confirmed.

"Yes Granger," he said slowly, "I saw every livid, squirming detail," he paused to cup her chin, "and now I want to live it."

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A/N: OMG what could the fantasy she had of him be? Will he actually relive it with her?! fEEL free to add your suggestions of what it could be because i don't know what is yet...though i have a strong suspicion she may be about to fulfill. her dreams ;)