Here's the next chappy! Told you it'd be soon! I think I figured out where it came from…I really don't like Snape, so I decided to make him a little worse, you know?

Warning: contains…questionable content.

Disclaimer: still don't own any of these peeps. JKR owns them and the royalties.

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Chapter 2: Back to the Classroom

Hermione snapped her Advanced Transfiguration book closed. She rolled up her parchment and put it in her bag. After she dropped her homework off in her room, she climbed out of the portrait hole and headed down towards the dungeons. Harry and Ron had already wished her good luck, and she knew she would need it. She wondered why Snape had been in such a foul mood for the past few days. He had snapped at everyone, taking points off left and right. She finally decided it didn't matter, it just made him give her the stupid double detention.

She knocked on the Potions dungeon door. Snape called out nastily, "Come in."

Hermione entered and looked around. Snape was sitting behind his desk. She walked over and stood in front of him. He looked up at her, and quickly stood up.

Severus couldn't believe he had managed to get Granger alone for a full evening. As she stood in front of him, he pretended to be looking at papers on his desk, but was really studying her out of the corner of his eye. Her breasts pushed her robe gently out, and her robe followed the curve of her hips. Her lips were slightly parted, as she looked down. Unfortunately, Severus knew this was to stop him from seeing the hate in her eyes. He sighed and stood up.

"Well, what are you waiting for? The ingredients are over on the table. You should know what to do with most of them. If you don't, ask me, but otherwise work in silence." He didn't want to be harsh with her. He didn't want to make her do work. He wanted her…..he just wanted her. But he knew he couldn't have her. There were lines there. He was a teacher, she was a student. He couldn't step over the lines. Of course, he didn't know if he could handle being in the same room as her-alone-for hours and not. He sighed and sat back down, and started grading papers.

Hermione, oblivious to all of this, walked slowly over to the table with heaps of various items on it. There were mounds of ingredients. Now she knew why she got double detention instead of just more points off. Snape didn't want to do this himself. She sighed, picked up a knife, and started shredding caterpillars. After an hour, her hands were starting to get tired. She paused to strech. Her back cracked.

Severus looked up just in time to see her raise her arms above her head and arch her back. This made her chest thrust out, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore. She turned back around and started shredding more caterpillars. The ingredients were for his own potions, not the students. He made them do their own preparing.

Severus silently got up and moved behind Hermione. She was completely oblivious to him, continuing her shredding. He stood there for a second, watching her as she finished the capterpillars. She caught sight of an ingredient they hadn't used before, and turned to go ask him what she should do with it. She gasped when she realized he was right behind her.

"Stupefy." He instantly pointed his wand at her, and she sank to the ground, a confused look on her face. Oh, great. Now what have I done? Just go throuhg with it, you know you want to, a voice in his mind whispered to him. He obeyed the voice, and, picking up Hermione, went over to his office door. She was surprisingly light. He muttered the password to his office and went inside when the door swung open. He didn't pause, continuing across the office to another door on the opposite side. He muttered a second password, and this door swung open, to reveal his chambers. In the first room there was a few couchs and armchairs in front of a fireplace which was, at the moment, empty. He continued to the second room, where his bedchamber was. Before he entered he muttered a Locking spell on the door to his office. He then closed this door and muttered another Locking spell on it.

He moved over to the bed, and placed the still knocked out Hermione on it. he turned to the fireplace and pointed his wand at it. Crackling, merry flames rose instantly. The torches had lit upon his arrival, and he muttered to dim them, putting a few out here and there. He turned back to the bed. He was very excited. Finally, there Hermione Granger lay, peacefully asleep. But not for long.

Severus reached over and into her pockets. There was her wand. He took it and hid it. He didn't want her to escape. The only way she could would be to use her Alohamora charm, and that only worked with a wand. Severus smiled to himself at his own cunning. He crawled back onto his king-sized bed that often made him feel lonely. But not tonight. Tonight it would be a great asset…. He moved over so he was above Hermione, and spoke the word softly.

"Ennervate."

Hermione opened her eyes, and started. Professor Snape's face was inches above hers. She opened her mouth to ask where she was and how she got there, but never got a single word out. Snape's mouth descended on hers and she tried crying out. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and she choked. She stared wide-eyed at him and tried to push him away. He simply conjured up ropes and bound her hands behind her.

Hermione couldn't believe this was happening. She knew Professor Snape hated her, but why was he doing this to her? She tried rolling away, but his hands were planted on either side of her, and he just delighted in this more. She whimpered as he fumbled for the clasps on her robes. "Shut up. No one can hear you. You may as well give up to me. This could be lots of fun, if you let it." His breathing was irregular as he successfully unbuttoned her robes. He growled when he realized she was wearing clothes under them.

Hermione shut her eyes tight. This couldn't be happening. It was all a horrible nightmare and she would wake up soon. She tried to ignore the hungry lips and tongue that kept descending onto her lips and neck. Suddenly she realized something. It didn't hurt. She opened her eyes at this, and saw Snape staring at her with lust in his eyes. He sat up and qucikly undid the clasps on his robes. Hermione gasped and rolled over. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to keep him from successfully getting her clothes off. Unfortunately, the zipper and buttons to her skirt were in the back.

Severus saw this, and smiled to himself. Maybe she was giving in to him. He really didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't contain himself. He lay down on top of her, causing her to try and roll over. He let her, but kept his hands busy with unzipping her skirt. She continued rolling, trying to dislodge his hands, and ended up straight back in his arms. He smiled and kissed her gently. She sighed and simply lay there, tired and out of breath from trying to escape and getting nowhere.

Severus noticed this, and the little voice in his head crowed triumphantly. He became more gentle, caressing her face, teasing her mouth with his tongue. She didn't do anything to stop him, but also did nothing to encourage him. This, in itself, encouraged him, and he finshed unzipping her skirt. He started slipping it off, causing her to start, but he said, "shhhhhh, its ok," and she finally gave up to him. He could feel her go limp, and he untied the cords binding her arms.

She lay there, staring at him. He slipped his vest and shirt off, and she gazed in wonder at his bare chest. He smiled at her, and kissed her lips, then moved down her neck, giving her little nips here and there, making her gasp. But she had finally given up. He continued down her neck, and met her shirt collar. He brought his hands up to the hem of her shirt, and plunged in.

Hermione gasped. His hands were icy cold. She made one last struggle, but he was ready. He had wrapped his arms around her, and she couldn't move. His hands inched upwards, towards her breasts, and she whimpered. She had never even had a first kiss, and tonight he was going all the way.

Severus could hardly contain himself. He wanted to rip off her shirt and…well, why not? She was already scared witless. He lifted her shirt and eased it off her body. She started helping him, by lifting her arms, he tore it off the final few inches, and leaned over her. He wrapped his arms around her and unclasped her bra. She reached down and started undoing his pants. He was surprised at this, and almost lost his nerve. But he was too into it.

Hermione surprised herself by helping him. She thought, the faster we get this done, the faster I can leave. Please, just hurry up! Finally, she lay there, her chest bare, his pants halfway off, and he looked at her. She was beautiful, and he told her so. She looked away.

Suddenly, Severus realized what he had done. He had just molested a student, almost raped her. He would surely get fired for this. He looked away as well, and pulled his pants back on. Hermione looked at him in wonder.

He motioned for her to put her clothes back on. She just stared at him. "Put them on!" he snapped, and grabbing her clothes, he thrust them at her.

"Put them on and leave." Hermione couldn't believe it. He was stopping? It took her a second to realize this, and when she did she quickly pulled on her clothes.

"If you tell anyone…." Severus let the threat hang in the air, and she nodded and ran over to the door. Remembering it was locked, and she had no wand, he gave her her wand back and said, "Alohamora." With a final frightened look over her shoulder, Hermione tore out of the room.

Severus could hear her shouting, "Alohamora!" at each door she got to.

"What have I done?" He wondered out loud. "Now I will never be able to look at her again. Good thing this is her last year. God, I'm going to be fired. She'll tell someone, probably Potter. He'll want to come kill me. Dumbledore will have me fired for sure!"

Let's leave Snape to muse over these thoughts for awhile.

Hermione ran up the stairs as fast as she could. Her hair was in a big mess, and she tried to straighten it. "Rigora!" she pointed her wand at it and it. brushed itself out.

By the time she entered the Gryffindor Common Room, she was just barely holding back tears. She ran quickly up the stairs to her dorm and threw herself on her bed. She grabbed the curtains and pulled them closed, then curled up in a fetal position and cried her eyes out.

"Hermione?" Ginny had entered the room. "Are you okay, what happened?"

"Go away, Ginny. I don't want to talk right now."

"Ok, but we were just wondering what was wrong. Was Snape horrible?"

"I said, go away. I don't want to talk to anyone!" and Ginny couldn't get another word out of her.

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ok, sorry for all of you that were waiting for this. I kinda cut it off, huh? Don't worry. She still has detention tomorrow, remember? ::wink wink::