"Bend over the table, Miss. Granger."
A nervous breath left through Hermione's kiss swollen lips, but she wasn't about to disobey the order; she reached out to feel for the wooden table in front of her, slowly sliding down to the table blindly. Her stomach sucked in at the touch of the cool smooth wood but with a quick breath she relaxed, and warmed up to the feeling distracting herself by thinking about what could happen next. Hermione bit her bottom lip and slowed her breathing trying to listen for any movement around her, her legs fidgeting in anticipation, as she swayed side creating enough friction to quieten the desperately needed raging inside her.
Unfortunately, the fidgeting warranted a large slender hand to land sharply on her raised bottom. The act startled her causing a gasp to escape from her lips. She quickly silenced herself by sucking in her lips as her brain processed what she had done.
Her bottom lowered, knees bent, heels raised, her whole lower half tense but she quickly resumed her position, by correcting the error she made. She spread her legs shoulder width apart and hoped that would be enough so she could be forgiven and they could move on. Hermione knew better as she had been trained and knew how she was to conduct herself when she was in a scene. If she was to bend over, her legs were shoulder width apart, bottom raised. No questions asked. She failed.
"It seems you are forgetting more and more..." Said a voice that was comforting to her ears but also rang out displeased in the room. "I didn't train you like you wanted just to have you forget everything. It's a waste of time. Are you going to continue to waste my time, Miss Granger?"
"No, Sir." Hermione answered quickly.
"You better not. What is your punishment for not assuming the correct pose?" He asked, his suede shoes hitting the floor finally showing just how close he had been to her all along.
Hermione licked her lips, her hands clenching the edge if the table. "Ten Spankings by a belt, Sir."
"Correct. Count out loud, Hermione." He walked away for a second but was back with a belt in his hand, the buckle jingling at his side. He reached out and tenderly touched Hermione's bottom, dragging his finger along the edge of her panties. Then in one motion the belt slapped her cheeks leaving them a lovely shade of pink.
"One!"
"Hermione, wake up!" Ron said impatiently kneeling down trying to shake her awake with one hand, holding his robes in his other. "We'll be arriving soon! Come on, will you!"
Harry stood patiently behind Ron waiting for him to wake her, holding his robes as well. "Come on, girl. We only have a few minutes to change. We waited till the last-minute so we didn't have to stand in line waiting for the others. Get up now or be late." Ron warned standing up.
Hermione sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, as her best friends left to go and change without waiting for her. Ron was always an ass… She thought before casting a glance out the window to see the train station off in the distance. She really did need to get up and change, despite her want to go back to sleep. No matter how hard she would try, she wouldn't be able to reemerge herself into her dream.
Hermione ran her hand through her sleep mussed hair standing up to grab her robes from her suitcase and head to the bathroom. She didn't tell her friends this, but her parents almost didn't let her come back to school this year. They sensed something was off and from the newspapers Hermione was receiving, they also knew that something was wrong and the authorities were unable to do anything about it. Everyone was on edge in the Wizarding world with Voldemort on the rise for the past year. She had two more years of school and by Merlin she was going to finish.
She looked at her reflection after slipping into her white blouse, and felt her cheeks warm as she noticed how her black bra showed vaguely through the thin fabric and sighed tucking in the tail of her shirt into her skirt. She was shaping into a beautiful woman, or at least in her eyes she thought so… She thought while admiring herself. Her hand ran over her bottom over the skirt and she thought back to her dream when the warning whistle sounded that they were approaching the bend before the station.
She quickly slipped on her black robe before heading back to her cabin where Ron and Harry were eating sweets from the trolley and talking about quidditch. As usual. These two fools were her best friends, and aside from them she had very few girl friends which left her to her thoughts most of the time. She briefly wondered if either of the really liked her but pushed the thought away to think about her newly blooming relationship. She knew that if she told any of them about her dreams and fantasies they would lose their minds, so she remained quiet and talked about things that would amuse them. What was the point in having friends if you couldn't talk to them about the things you really wanted to talk about without being judged? She frowned sitting down across from Ron and Harry.
Fantasies... Could she really call them that? They weren't just fantasies anymore. No, they were part of her reality now. Merlin, if anyone knew she would be in so much trouble, but so would he. Being a teacher and having a sexual relationship with a student was strictly forbidden, but she was willing to risk the consequences and so was he.
Maybe this was the only reason she really wanted to return to school, but being fair, she was a good girl. Excellent marks, a punctual student, and well... She deserved to delight herself in some way, dammit! She reasoned with herself as the train slowed down pulling into the station. She deserved this... She wanted this.
"Miss Granger,
I received a rather odd letter from you today. I will admit it has left me very perplexed. I wondered if I should send this to the Headmaster, or perhaps that this was sent to me in error. However by the mere fact my name is clearly stated in multiple sections throughout your letter, I was assured that was not the case, is it now? Now, where should I start, Miss. Granger?
I haven't the faintest idea how my personal preferences came to your attention, and I would certainly like to know how you obtained this knowledge, but in the meantime, I would like to explore more on your offer. Though you are the brightest witch of your time, I am not entirely sure you understand the depths of your request. Nonetheless, I will treat you like a prospect. Do not make me regret this later.
In response to your letter, I have a few things I need from you. In detail, I need a list of the things you want, are curious to try, as well as a list of things you are not interested in. Another list portraying what you are willing to negotiate.
I expect to have this information in my hand before you step foot onto the grounds. If I do not have this information, I will take that as you are not serious about your offer, and will never refer to this moment again in the future.
Please do refrain from mentioning this to anyone, as well as wasting my time.
I have added a second piece of paper with my brief wants and needs, as well as my preferences. If not to explain to you of what you are getting yourself into but to show what I expect in return from you. You have plenty of time to research this topic, the acts I need in my lists, and think more about if this is something you truly wish to engage in. Until then, I await your decision."
Hermione had sent the letter. She knew what she was wanting and asking for, and what could happen if they were caught, but that didn't change her mind in the slightest.
"Hermione, really." Ron groaned calling her out of her own head again.
"Hermione... Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked.
Both stood in the doorway looking at her oddly, making her realize that half of the train was probably empty and she was acting strangely. She quickly got up, apologizing while blaming her strangeness on her nap. Then she played it up with begging them to not let her nap the next time. It was a little lie, but it was enough to distract them both.
"You and I both know if we did that, she would have our heads!" Ron snorted throwing his bag over his shoulder. "She'd turn us into a tea cozy!"
Harry chuckled, "Or into a toad." He agreed as the three of them headed out to catch a carriage to the castle.
"So how was your summer? You were asleep so we didn't get to ask." Harry said helping Hermione in before closing the door after her.
"Smashing. I got to go to America to visit some distant cousins of mine." Hermione smiled and crossed her legs. "You wouldn't believe how different the Magic world is there compared to here."
"I know! When we went to Egypt, I was so confused. The magic world there versus here is entirely different!" Ron agreed excitedly.
"They have shops randomly set up in the Muggle world, not even trying to hide or put up a shield. Witches and wizards just continue their daily life in ease with everyone. I mean a few extremist in America are highly against the practice of magic, claiming it is a satanic practice but majority of America really doesn't give a hoot. They honestly think it is fascinating." Hermione explained surprising Ron and Harry.
"Satanic?" Ron laughed unimpressed.
"Come now, Ronald. We've all known how far behind the American's really are." Hermione laughed.
Everything was back to normal, suspicion dropped and forgotten, that was how she wanted it. She wanted the boys blissfully unaware of her private life for the school year otherwise that would make things harder. When the carriages arrived at the castle, the three of them happily walked up the steps and into the castle to sit in their respective seats. The tables were slowly filling up with students excitedly telling their stories about their summer. Female students over dramatically greeting their friends they hadn't spoken to all summer, teachers stood at the entrance of, other students making half interested conversation as they waited for the sorting ceremony.
The Great Hall was buzzing with activity as everyone talked amongst themselves however there was only one person that caught Hermione's attention as he billowed into the Great Hall. His cold brown eyes met hers as soon as he entered the room and she quickly looked away from him and act cool. She was suppose to act normally, as if nothing was different but she wasn't very well doing that if she was gawking at him. She turned her attention to Ron and Harry who were in their own world talking to Seamus and Dean about their summer adventures.
"Miss. Granger."
Hermione felt the hairs on her arm stand up as she heard her name spoken softly from the man she was daydreaming about all summer. She look up at Professor Snape, and saw a folded letter in his hand. What was this, she wondered taking it from him.
"In the future, keep your personal letters to yourself. Under normal circumstances I would burn it… However seeing as it is from your parents, I'll overlook this oversight just this once. " He told her firmly before turning and heading to the head table. Although he had said one thing something told her it wasn't really from her mum and dad. The letter she saw was black, with a white stationary inside. Her parents didn't have anything fancy like this…
"Why would your mum and dad be sending you a letter?" Ron asked looking at her letter and then gasped. "You left home without telling them?"
Hermione looked at him and then the letter confused. Was there a cloaking spelling on the envelope and letter she wondered, but knowing how secretive Severus she wouldn't be surprised and nodded looking up to Ron.
"I left home without their knowing... I... I'll explain later... " She lied and wondered how she could spin that before reopening the letter slowly and read the words carefully written to her.
"Miss. Granger,
I hope you are ready, because I would like to start tonight. If you aren't, allow me to know this by ripping this letter in half. If not. . .
I ask that I see you after dinner, while everyone is prepping their rooms. Come as you are, and we will have a brief introduction. You will have to know me as someone other than your professor, just as I will have to know you as my partner rather than my student.
I have informed Dumbledore that I have taken you on as my new apprentice to sharpen your potion brewing. With my recommendation and the extra practice you will be able to qualify to take The Potions Mastery Exam at the end of the year. This is just a reliable excuse to see one another more frequent but of course I will extend your education in potions as well as… Other subjects.
Be punctual, Miss. Granger."
Hermione folded the letter and placed it in her robes before she turned back to her friends to join in the conversation and assure them that everything was fine. Everything was more than fine honestly, but they didn't need to know all that. All they needed to know was, well... Nothing.
As usual first year students were sorted, yearly announcements were made, and the feast was held as grand as ever. Nothing appear at all different, but maybe it was just Hermione who was looking to see if anything was really suspicious. No one else had a reason to look out of place, she reminded herself with a gentle scolding. She wasn't too good about being nonchalant she realized biting on her bottom lip. She really needed to work on that.
The teachers were first to dismiss themselves, and when Snape was out of sight Hermione rose surprising Ron and Harry.
"Where are you off to, Hermione?"
"I... Girl... Ahem... " She cleared her throat trying to come up with a reason but that seemed enough to make both of the boys squirm.
"Oh God!" Harry said shaking his head.
"Say nothing more, leave. Leave!" Ron gasped shooing her away.
Ginny looked at her brother in disgust and smacked him. "Hermione, do you need anything?" She asked helpfully then glared at the two boys.
"No, thank you, Ginny. I'll see you all later in the dormitory. Make sure you boys get settled early so you are well rested." Hermione warned with a smile before heading out of the Great Hall and snuck off to the Dungeons of Hogwarts.
Hermione grinned as her heart skipped a beat thinking about seeing Severus Snape, her heart beat seeming to match the rhythm of her feet skipping down the steps. Would they do anything tonight? He said that he wanted to start tonight but she didn't know if that meant if he wanted to try anything or if it was just a strictly formal visit. Would it be a mixture of both? Was she really ready to do anything with him?
Hermione groaned. God she was ready. She only hoped he was ready to try something with her… Wait.
She paused taking in a few deep breaths to slow her racing heart. She wasn't being level-headed. Of course they had talked briefly over summer about what they would be doing together, but nothing completely solid. Severus Snape was a strong-willed and wise man! Surely he was wanting to get to know her on a more personal level like his letter had told her once before. She shouldn't rush into anything, or push Severus past what he was willing to do with her.
Hermione nodded.
They had all school year to start fooling around, and embark on their unusual adventure. She needed to be rational and not think with her hormones. With that small pep talk she continued the rest of the way down the stairs but without the skipping this time.
When she arrived at the classroom door, she saw that it was partly open. What she also notice was that all the photos on the walls from last year were removed from the hallway. She recalled a time Severus tried to bring up to the Headmaster that the fumes from the constant potion brewing was eating through the charms placed on the pictures and was affecting them. Had the Headmaster taken the warning seriously and take them down?
She peeked into the classroom before pushing the door open a little more and walked in, closing the door as quietly as she possibly could behind her.
She glanced around the room, but didn't see Severus. She stepped more into the room and before took in a deep breath of the musky scent in the room that after years of potion brewing had left a scent that Hermione found truly relaxing.
"Miss. Granger."
Hermione opened her eyes and looked up to see Severus by his podium, arms crossed over his chest. This was a first... She thought. He didn't have his robes on, and he was in just black slacks, and black vest over his white button up sleeves rolled up past the elbow, showing off just enough of his lean arms to make Hermione wonder if the rest of his body would make her just as weak as she felt right now.
"Professor... " Hermione replied softly moving in to close the distance between them.
"This way, Miss. Granger..." Severus said gesturing his hand to the small doorway that he'd come through when he heard her come in. Technically the door led to his office and personal cupboards but Severus had enchanted the brick wall between the two rooms to be a quick escape to his personal chambers.
Hermione stood in front of Severus confused about where she was to go, and he sensed the hesitation. "The brick wall..." He said quietly.
Hermione looked back at him then over to the brick wall taking a couple steps to walk through the brick and appear in front of a table and two chairs. Great they would be talking... She thought bitterly letting out a depressed sigh.
"Don't sound so disappointed." There he was against startling her, Hermione thought looking over her shoulder to the towering male behind her. "We won't just be talking." Severus assured her, causing her to blush.
"You should know now, your face is easy to read."
Hermione thought it was best to not say anything and just take her seat and look around the room. She took in the dark decor, and lavishly expensive items that set the ambiance of the whole room. She wouldn't have ever thought Severus's room would look like this, but it also made sense that Severus Snape would have a very classic taste as well as tidy place.
Black wood cupboards, flooring and bed frame with rich deep burgundy curtains and bedding, there was no personal items and that seemed to fit his personality. But still she was impressed...
"I need to give you ground rules before we start." He told her quietly catching her undivided attention again.
"Ground Rules?" Hermione asked confused. Severus nodded.
"At this table, you can speak openly with me. In this room," He gestured to his bedroom, "you may call me 'Severus' unless you would prefer to call me something else?"
Hermione bit her lip. There were many things she wanted to call him, but she bit her lip. "I... I thought we were going to be in a normal... Um Muggle type of dominant submissive relationship?" She said shyly.
Severus stared shocked by her bluntness, shy or not, she caused him to clear his throat. "Yes, that is the divine goal of all this. But it would be impractical to jump into something. You don't know full heartedly if I am truly someone you want to engage with or if this is the type of domination you want.
"For a few months I suggest we get to know one another." He informed her.
"So no sexual conduct, for a few months?" Hermione frowned looking at him in disbelief. "Don't get me wrong, I'm a patient girl but I don't... I need... " She whispered freezing when Severus stood up walking away from her. He needed to collect his thoughts before he did something stupid and risky.
"Hermione..." He said softly resting his chin in his hand and then looked at her as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "Come here."
Hermione held his gaze wondering if she had said something wrong, or if she was being too much. He needed to have a partner who obeys… That's what she had read and she feared her questioning had upset him.
She stood up slowly and walked towards him.
Maybe she was being too much and really needed to think about this... But she wanted, no needed to release her sexual frustration. She didn't write a letter to him to just get to know him. She wanted her potions master to bend her over the table and spank her, and please her and himself anyway he would like to.
Severus looked down at her, sensing her uncertainty and wondered what in the world compelled him to agree to having an inappropriate relationship with Hermione Granger, but he honestly knew what it was. It was the fact she personally wrote him without a care, telling him in great detail just what she wanted him to do to her. That was what made him want to see just how serious she was. She wanted him to handle her roughly. He could handle her roughly, and maybe he should but not yet.
"For someone who is supposedly wanting to be my submissive, you sure are demanding a lot." He whispered before grabbing her hips, and pulled her to him. Hermione gasped, moving her hands to his shoulders instinctively to his shoulders, pushing away. "See…"
She looked up and he was looking into her eyes. "You're pushing me away…"
"Sorry…" Hermione bit her lip.
"No… I'm proving a point. Don't apologize." Severus said firmly. "This is why we need to get to know one another before I do something like this." He forcefully threw her to his side, face first, into his bed. She grasped the dark burgundy sheets, and suppressed a throaty groan as she felt Severus' hand guide up her legs slowly, deliberately taking his time touching her smooth skin before lifting his hand just over her bottom, hiking up her grey school skirt to show her black lace underwear.
Severus didn't mean to make a noise but the sight made him breath in deeply to refrain from spanking her like his hand twitched wanted to do. "Are you scared, Hermione?"
"No...No I'm not scared…" Hermione answered licking her lips.
He settled his hands over the curves of her waist and positioned himself on the bed, over her. Good… he thought.
"I would sincerely appreciate it if you wouldn't question me anymore about something as delicate as your psyche... " He whispered into her ear creating goosebumps along her arms, as her back arched to feel him pressed snuggly against her.
He was only looking out for them, Hermione realized and nodded slowly. She was going to have to work on a lot. "I'm sorry, Sir." She whispered back to him, causing him to stiffen.
"My dear, if you were in trouble, you would certainly know it." He said softly her moving her hair away from the nape of her neck, his warm breath sending chills down her spine when he spoke again. "There is no need to apologize right now, or even later on. I am setting ground rules right now."
"Yes, Sir."
Severus stayed still allowing her to feel him and grow comfortable to having him close to her, as well as allowing himself to let go of his reserve. "I am human." He said slowly, and swallowed hard. Everytime he said that, it always threw him for a loop. He didn't consider himself a human for a long time, and every time he said it it brought up memories. He lowered his head so that his forehead was pressed to the back of her head.
"I am one of your professors… But I am a man as well. We have to work on becoming comfortable enough with one. My short-term goal is for us to be comfortable with each other so that the moment we enter this room, you and I, will not be Student and Teacher... But Severus and Hermione. I am not there with you." He informed her, and he smirked when he felt Hermione sink into the bed. Why was she ready to dive in?
"I still see you as my student, Miss. Granger, and that means if I jumped in irresponsibly I only would lust for you. I don't play with Lust." He lowered his lips to her neck, brushing his lips against her skin as he spoke. "In due time, I will open up to you. I will become comfortable with you, and that will make me a better dominant for you. Just as well, you will open up to me, be more comfortable with me, and a great submissive for me."
He lifted his head and moved away from her body just as quickly as he had laid on top of her. He was ashamed that he had went so far in his demonstration because he saw what he did as somewhat of an attack, which was a bit harsh but in his eyes, he deemed it right. "Look at me..." He asked softly.
Hermione took a moment to collect herself then turned around pushing her skirt down, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was understanding more and more what he meant with each passing second, and more about how this relationship would go really. He would give the orders, but she could choose to follow them, or disregard them which was confusing.
"Hermione..." He said softly.
"Professor..." She responded awkwardly not knowing what compelled her to speak but once she did, she understood a little more. "Severus…"
It was awkward to hear each other saying their first name, and she smiled slightly embarrassed. "I see."
"I'm glad you do. I understand you want me to bend you over my knee, lift your skirt and give you a spanking that soaks you underwear... To grab you by your hair, and have you service me in any way I see fit, and believe me I am highly looking forward to what that overused mouth of your can do... " She blushed. He remembered bits of her letter? That made her wonder if he had memorized her letter like she had his. "But... One step at a time." He said, and she nodded.
"Yes, Sir."
Severus smirked, very pleased with how Hermione was handling this and decided to treat her one last time before he dismissed her. "Hermione... " He felt an odd lump in his throat from addressing her and what he was about to do, "Would you like me to give you something off your list? Something that's not too much?" He asked.
She looked up, hazel eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please, Sir." She said almost breathlessly.
If Severus' pants didn't already feel tight, they certainly did now with her looking up at him like she was. If Hermione continue to look at him like she was now, they would get along greatly, he thought. He rose his hand to the back of her head, pulled her toward him, and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Yes, something sweet and juvenile, but it was on her list. Even though it felt awkward for him to do this, he was willing to open himself up and compromising. This was simple.
To be kissed on the forehead when we say goodbye...
"Good Night, Miss. Granger. I will see you here, tomorrow evening at 7 o'clock."
"Good Night, Sir." Hermione whispered softly, floating down from cloud nine as she exited the room and hurried up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower. This was just the start, she reminded herself. Everything had a start slow. A book, movie, song... The purpose had to be set before the quest.
Knowing that Severus Snape was willing to embark on her quest was more than enough for now.