Imaginary Inamorato.

By Kes.

Disclaimer: HP and all the gang belong to, yes, you guessed it, JKR. Duh! Do you really think she'd let them do this?!

A/N: This is a quick thank you to my reviewers. You all have er....interesting....*g* ideas, which put me to shame!

As for the person who shall remain nameless (until you go to the review section....) who said it's 'sick cos he's old enough to be her dad' please check the Authors Note in the first chapter. I said that if it wasn't you're thing, kindly leave. And I advise you to do so now. Otherwise, I'll flame you (and there's only one way to find out if I'm just kidding....)

Anyway! For the - intelligent *g* - people who are still (somehow) with me. Enjoy!!

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I shouldn't be doing this. Not here, not now, and definitely not about her. It's too public. Anyone could see me!....oh dear god. I'm sick. That's just made me get harder.

Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, the most feared person present in the school by far, was I can't even think it! It's degrading. Being brought to this, this state by a student.

It hadn't helped that all through his last lesson (7th year Gryffindors and Slytherins) she'd been there, working silently, yet her voice had been in his head all day. He'd had to sit down and administer detentions from his desk. His vast robes couldn't be trusted to hide it.

His plan had worked for many years. No temptation, therefore, no sex. And it certainly helped working with women who knew him as a (sort of) sweet 11 year old boy, and saw him as their son of sorts.

But now.

Now, there was Herm - Miss Granger. She had it all, intelligence to match his own, beauty, little or no interest in Quidditch, and actually read books voluntarily.

It was just his luck that his dream woman would be embodied in a god-damn-sexy student, who, worst of all, liked him back.

If she'd hated and despised him, he wouldn't be doing....this. But the dreams just wouldn't go away. Especially as he knew that they had the potential to become reality.

The desire grew in him again, making all his previous efforts at 'calming' himself futile. This was worse than the lesson. He'd been really mad in the lesson....

He'd given Longbottom a detention. Although he couldn't see or smell the potion as he was sat down, he knew it would be wrong. This was Longbottom after all.

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Neville looked nervously at the clock in the Common Room. He had 10 minutes until yet another detention with Snape. He'd thought about going early, but that would be worse. Snape would probably give him another detention.

He glanced at the opening portrait hole as Hermione walked in. The relief on his face was enough for Hermione to go over to him and ask if he was alright.


"I'm fine, I guess. I've got a detention." He got quieter and stuttered more as he explained who with and when. Hermione smiled. "Don't worry, I'll go and talk to him." Too relieved to need an explanation, Neville nodded dumbly, grinned, and hugged Hermione.

Time to put my plan into action....

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She knocked on the door, but no answer, so Hermione let herself in anyway. She was exactly 8 minutes early. As she glanced around the room, she saw a door ajar, opening to what she presumed was another room, although you could never be too careful at Hogwarts.

"Professor?" She said, in a barely audible whisper. There was, yet again, no answer. As she neared the door, she realised why....

She grinned to herself as she looked at the scene before her. Any house, even the Slytherin's would've paid dearly to see this.

Serves him right, being 'caught in the act'. If I'm right, he saw me do the same thing, he even helped me. She grinned. Maybe I should go and help him.... She stopped suddenly when she remembered who she was.

She backed away from the door, and decided to wait outside.....

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When she thought he'd had long enough to....sort himself out....she knocked loudly on the door. A few moments later, a stifled "Come in." came from the other side of the door, and she obliged.

"Ahh, Longbottom, there you are. Here for yet another detention, I see?"

"Y-yes Sir." Hermione was quite proud of 'her voice'.

Severus looked at her, questioningly. "Go and cut up those granga-roots. Suitable for a Headache Potion. She mumbled a "Yes sir" and got to work quickly. A few minutes later, she was finished. Hermione went to the desk, and asked him what to do next. Looking at him/her sceptically, Snape went over to inspect his/her work. This isn't Longbottom.

He whirled around, and said "Whoever you are, end the spell now." Hermione looked around nervously, Shit. She babbled excuses, attempting to reinforce her identity as Neville. It was then she noticed that her hair had grown, and she'd shrunk about half an inch. Oh bugger.

"Please explain exactly why you did this....Miss Granger....some sort of prank? And how did you manage to make the polyjuice potion?"

"Er...well, I'd made the potion a month or so ago, just to see if I could do it aga- just to see if I could do it. Neville said that he had a detention with you, and I said I'd go. He doesn't know I came as him, I swear, he has nothing to do with it!"

Snape looked at her with anger and curiosity, and something else. "Aww, defensive aren't we? How very Gryffindor of you. You still haven't answered one of my questions." At her quizzical look, he added "Why?"

Hermione looked at the ground, glad she'd kept her own clothes on underneath Neville's cloak. Her feet were two sizes smaller. She moved her feet around. "Because....because, I wanted to see you. I - I wanted to thank you. For helping me."

She looked up, into his eyes, and blushed slightly. Realisation suddenly dawned on his features as he understood what she meant.

"You're welcome" He said, in his deep velvety voice. She closed her eyes, and breathed in his scent. Then she decided to go for it: "I was going to help you when I came in earlier...."

His eyes shot up, and he almost glared at her, until he realised that it was his fault. "You don't know what you did to me. I've been getting along so well for so many years, until you came along."

"I have that effect on people, I'm afraid." She smiled, a cross between nervousness and seduction. "You know, you need to learn how to relax. Voldemort's dead and gone. Malfoy senior was killed in the crossfire.....you've nothing to worry about. And as for 'getting along', you need to learn how to live. You only have one chance at that you know. Live a little!"

She leaned in closer to him, looking into his eyes, seeing a little uncertainty. She tilted her head slightly and kissed him gently on the lips. He took only a few moments to respond, but when he did, he did so with a vengeance.

After they disentangled themselves from their passionate embrace, she smiled at him, started to look at him, in full view, whilst licking her lips in anticipation.

Severus felt a little uneasy at the thought of being assessed by someone else. But, it had been so long since anyone had looked at him like that. He found that he actually quite enjoyed it, assuming that she actually somehow liked what she saw.

Hermione took in what she saw. He was looking at her, somewhat apprehensively, why, she couldn't think. She boldly moved forward and shrugged the massive cloak off his back, and attempted to undo the numerous buttons by hand. Mumbling in frustration, she took out her wand and undid them that way.

He chuckled slightly in that deep velvety voice of his, and was shocked when she looked up at him hungrily and pushed him hard against the wall.

"Did I say something wrong?" Hermione was amazed at his naivety. He must know what that voice of his does to people!

He heard her mutter something about his 'erotic voice' but wasn't sure if he'd heard right. He'd overheard people commenting on his voice before, but was never sure if it was a good thing. Now he knew.

"Hermione." He looked down at her, she froze and looked up. He captured her lips in a searing kiss and reversed their places by the wall. He expertly undid her cape and top, and threw them to the floor. He then undid his own shirt by merely muttering a few Latin words.

They both stood there, almost half naked. His eyes hungrily took in her form, and saved it all to his memory, as she did likewise.

She was beautiful. Her brown ringlets, with honey-dipped ends slightly damp with sweat, accentuated the beauty of her face. And she was his.

He was handsome. This close up, he looked drop-dead gorgeous! His hair was of a fine, silky texture, and his features were slightly glistening with sweat. The look of hunger in his eyes made her blush. And he was hers.

He looked into her eyes, and said "Are you sure?" Scared she would say no, but not surprised if she would, he looked away.

The next thing that he felt was a weight hitting him on the chest, and flying backwards towards his desk. All of the papers had been moved onto the floor, and he flipped them over, so he was on top. How cliche, the desk. He thought, before he heard an unzipping sound, and a sudden feeling of total euphoria engulfed him.

"Oh, dear Gods, Hermione, stop" He moaned into her ear.

She stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry, did I do it wrong? I thought guys liked that sort of thing...."

"No, no....nothing wrong. Very right, actually, it's just that - this is your first time isn't it? Wouldn't you like it a little more romantic than a quick shag on the table?"

"I had no intention of this being quick....Severus"

His kisses were hot, searing her bare skin, burning every square millimetre of her. Her knees quivered and her arms clasped around his neck. And now, it was infinitely more intimate than before - flesh against flesh.

Desperately he rained his kisses along her collarbone, nudging her thighs apart with one of his. She inhaled sharply when he entered, and felt a trickle of blood leave her body. He stopped suddenly, "Are, are you alright?" He asked, trying to keep himself from hyperventilating. "mmmm....just lovely."

She jolted her hips towards him, and felt him harden even more inside her. She gasped as they rocked against each other, faster and harder than either of them realised. Then they simultaneously came as one. As he pulled out of her, she smiled.

Her first time was with a god-damn-sexy teacher.

It was like something out of a porn movie....

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A/N: This will be the last update until about Thursday/Friday, as I have a biology exam for AS Levels on Wednesday! Ah!! Heeeeelp me!