Making my way through the castle I could feel the fire whiskey coursing through my veins and realised as I missed the invisible step on one of the staircases that I was quite wasted.
Cursing my lack of restraint I headed down to my quarters, focused on procuring a sober up potion quickly. A stack of sixth year Gryffindor essays awaited me and in my present inebriated mood I would probably give them all T's. Though knowing these group of dunderheads they will get T's whether I mark their essays drunk or sober…
Turning down the corner into the dungeons I could hear the sound of light foot steps coming in my direction. If the student was not a Slytherin they were going to get quite the dressing down. Pausing to the side of the dungeon wall enough to be hidden in a dark alcove I awaited the appearance of the rule breaker.
Seconds passed and the offending student was none other than the subject of the headmasters and I's conversation, Hermione Granger.
Something snapped in me when I saw her, ambling along the corridors after hours, carefree, innocent, pure.
I sprung from my hiding place and rushed her against the wall, flushing my body against her, trapping her with my weight. Her wand fell to the floor in shock and I couldn't help but snort at her reaction. The one thing that could've saved her against an attacker and she loses it.
'Professor Snape!' she gasped when she realises its me. 'What are you doing?!'
I pulled back slightly and gazed upon her visage, drinking in her features. Her emotions plainly written on her face. Fear, confusion and something else I couldn't place.
'Apologies Miss Granger' I purred at her, which she visibly shuddered at.
'When I heard you stomping through the dungeons I thought death eaters had broken in to the castle and sought to apprehend the offenders. Clearly you are not a death eater, but out of bed after curfew, my my… Didn't think the golden girl of Gryffindor had it in her…'
'Stomping?! Well I'll have you know Professor I have a note from Professor Sprout. I am working on a project for my Herbology Newts and the plant I'm breeding is active at night'.
I was still pressed against her, the fire whiskey still wreaking havoc through my system. I could feel her curves, the heat pouring from her skin through her school uniform. Feeling as though I'd been scalded I quickly unhanded her.
'Well where is this note Mis Granger?'
'If you had unhanded me earlier Professor I could have procured it for you'.
'Such cheek Miss Granger, detention with me tomorrow evening at 8 pm'.
The wench all but spluttered in outrage and I returned her outrage with a smirk and stalked off.
In the privacy of my chambers, the sober up potion having done its job I remembered my lack of judgement during my drunken state. Upbraiding Miss Granger like that, feeling her body flush against mine and well in all truthfulness not hating it. My cock twitched thinking about her curvaceous bodies she has evidently been hiding under her school robes. I hissed through my teeth in outrage over thinking such thoughts. She's a student!
Though the positive of such an encounter was I had my first lecherous memory to show my depraved lord…