Imaginary Inamorato.

By Kes.

Disclaimer: As I KEEP saying, I don't (unfortunately) own anything Harry Potter-y. If I did, you wouldn't even know that Severus Snape and Oliver Wood existed! *evil cackle and grin*.

~*~

The next day, when Hermione went to her room after finishing her lunch to pick up her transfiguration text book, she noticed a small parcel outside her window. She opened the window, reached out and brought in the parcel. She smiled. That was quick. Although, this is my Mum, knowing her, she's had one waiting for me for years. Hermione quickly tore off the wrapping to the parcel and opened the letter enclosed:

Hermione dearest,

I'm so glad that you've got the courage to ask me for anything you want. I must admit that I was rather surprised to see that you asked for this, but not disappointed. I've had one for you for ages, and was going to give it to you as a joke birthday present, but since you want it now, here you are.

Don't feel ashamed at the fact that you feel that you need it, it's perfectly natural to at your age what with your hormones and all that. If you need any help, the instructions are there, or ask me.

Love,

Mum

xx

Hermione shuddered slightly at the thought that her mother knew how to work one of these things. Since she had ten minutes until transfiguration, she decided to get the book out that she'd borrowed from the library: Magickal charms for not so magickal contraptions.

She found the spell she'd been looking for - it was close enough to what she needed - and performed the charm on the object. Theoretically, it would enable her to control it with her thoughts, or wand if need be. Hermione hoped like hell that it would work, it's not like she would be able to ask Professor Flitwick for help!

When Hermione finished the spell, she opened the box it was in, held it in her hand, and started to laugh. Hermione "know-it-all, no interest in boys, bookworm" Granger had her own vibrator.

~*~

Severus Snape stalked the Slytherin corridors on his way to the Gryffindor tower. It was one o'clock in the morning, well after curfew, and the students were theoretically in their own beds - it was now his job to make sure that everyone was where they were supposed to be.

All clear he thought sarcastically, as he walked through the portrait hole. She looked slightly miffed to see him there, but since he'd produced the password, she had to let him in. So, this is the Gryffindor common room. I haven't seen it for years. Although, it's still too red for my taste. Surprise, surprise, no one was there - although the fire was still going - so he extinguished it with a flick of his wand, and carried on up the stairs. Boys dorms - all safe, all sleeping silently. Severus fought the urge to 'petrify' every single one of them, and left the room swiftly.

The girls dormitories were equally boring, but he could see what some of them were wearing - or not wearing, as the case mostly was - in bed. Who the hell are they expecting?

He was just about to turn to leave, when he remembered Miss Granger. He walked up to the other set of stairs going up, and walked slowly and quietly up them. Part of him was wondering what she was wearing in bed. He mentally slapped himself for that one. She's a student, she's a student attempting to get the mantra into his head. She's a gorgeous intelligent student, She's a gorgeous intelligent student. Apparently, his hormones were winning.

As he came up to the door, he decided just to peek his head in, check she was there, and then leave. If he went any further, he'd probably do something he wouldn't regret. He grinned.

As he prepared himself mentally, he slowly turned the handle, and opened the door. Severus glanced in, and saw her bed.

She wasn't there.

Damn.

"O-oh"

Severus' head snapped round towards the direction of the voice. Was it her? He moved slowly, almost hypnotically, into the room, and noticed that the bed was ready for someone to get in. He opened the door slightly, and discovered that it was a bathroom. He shut the door quickly, had she seen him?

"A-ah, oh, my god!"

The voice - and it was hers, he was sure - was getting louder, she sounded aroused. For some reason, he knelt down and opened the door again, just a little. He could see a mirror, and a reflection of her in the bath stared back at him. She was sitting up in the bath, he could see her breasts, and almost her bellybutton, but one of her hands disappeared into the water, the other was holding on to the side of the bath for support. Her eyelids were half-closed in an expression of total euphoria. He tried to turn away, but he was transfixed.

Her hand that had been submerged now resurfaced, and she began to fondle her own breasts and arching her back, groaning louder.

"H-"

Oh great, that Potter boy has ensnared another victim.

"How..."

Ok, so it's not Potter. Severus was ashamed to realise that he felt relief.

"R-"

Weasley?! Dear god woman! How can you be attracted to him?!

"Really...."

Severus then realised that she was muttering incoherantly in a response to her arousal.

Perhaps she's never felt this before...

"S-"

S? Who the hell is an S? Samantha...Pitman? Oh God, I didn't see her as a lesbian -

"Severus!"

He knelt there, staring at the mirror, dumbstruck. Half staring in disbelief, half grinning like an idiot. It was quite a strange expression, even for him.

She finally screamed, and sank back down into the bubbly water, content. Severus took this as his cue to leave, and did so swiftly, grinning all the way back to his rooms.

~*~

Hermione awoke the next morning, and got up, smiling. That was the best present she'd ever had, and she was definately keeping it. Although....she did feel as though she was being watched. Probably just me being paranoid. It being the first time and all.... she mused. Using it in the bathtub probably wasn't the best idea, but she just couldn't help it.

Now, of course, she felt dirty. Masturbation was supposedly a sin afterall. Oh well, I'd rather have a moments pleasure and go to hell than live a life of boring solitude.

Her first lesson today was potions. She got there on time, of course, but since this was potions, it meant she was a little early as people made their way casually in packs to this lesson for fear of the Professor's wrath. Hermione, however, liked being slightly early. Professor Snape was always at his desk, grading papers, not looking up, and thus giving her an opportunity to watch him contenly without scrutiny from either her peers, or the man himself. This time, however, he looked up, nodded - more a slight jerk of his head - and watched her sit down and take her cloak off. I shouldn't have done that. I can see her outline, her slim figure. Oh dear God. I'm going insane. Someone, please, call St Mungo's, I'm falling for a student!

Hermione sat there, taking out the potions books from her satchel and 'engorgio'-ising them. As she rose her head, she could have sworn that someone was watching her. But no, the only other person in the room was Snape. She kept her eyes on her books, casually flicking through them. With her lids half closed, and her hair covering her face, she felt that it was safe to watch him. As did he about her. If anyone knew, it would be quite a funny, yet strange sight. Two people looking, yet not looking at each other, and imagining his desk being used for the same purpose. As the class slowly but surely trickled in, they broke the 'staring contest' and carried on with the lesson with an uncharacteristic lack of clarity for either of them.

A/N: Ooh, can you sense the sexual tension? He he he, or should I say mwhahahaha!