"Yes Professor?" she chided in an intensely effective voice so low it was
almost a whisper. She could almost swear that she could sense the fine
hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, and a crisp round of new
goose bumps slithering along his already icy flesh.
Hermione was only about a foot away from his lean form now. She tilted her head invitingly, and traced a small index finger along the defined muscles of his chest. Parting her lips tenderly, Hermione breathed in his scent and forced herself even further into this interesting predicament she was in. "Professor, was there something you wished to tell me?" Her words came out a whisper.
The space between them was slowly but surely diminishing, and she heard a sharp intake of breath and a barely audible gulp from the older wizard. There was no turning back now, she decided. This was it.
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A/N: Okay, We're getting to the good stuff now. If you are faint of heart (or mind, for that matter) DON'T READ!! Hermione is of age of consent in this story, and if you have a problem with student/teacher relations, well, you should have stopped well before chapter 8. To all my MANY reviewers, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! So many reviews!!!! *shrieks with excitement*. I will try to respond to you all. If I leave you out, please, let me know!!! (
This Chapter is dedicated to my newly acquired beta-readers: Abby and Ashley. Love and Chocolate frogs to both of you!!
Chapter 8 -
Brushing her fingertips lightly along the scratchy threads of his robes, Hermione grinned to herself. //Yes, he's definitely speechless now if he wasn't before.// The Potions Master's icy shell was quickly thawing because of her presence, and she was enjoying the effect she had on him more that she could have thought possible.
Hermione stepped even closer to him and brought her fingertip to trace the outline of his lips. What was it about his lips? //So soft.// Her touch was so gentle, it was almost ticklish.
The lips parted suddenly. "Miss Granger," the low voice rasped, apparently close to panic. Hermione ignored him and felt the light spattering of ebony stubble that graced his jaw-line beneath the soft skin of her fingertips. A delicious shiver made its way down her spine.
"I've been dreaming about you, Professor," she breathed, completely aware that she must sound insane. Frankly, she didn't care in the least. Her fingers felt his skin grow taut as his eyes widened, whether it was surprise or some other emotion that didn't matter. "But," she continued with difficulty, "I think I prefer the real thing." To punctuate her point, she raised herself up on her tiptoes and touched her lips to his.
She pulled back slightly after a moment, waiting with shallow breath. She looked into his midnight eyes and immediately lost herself. The professor didn't make her wait long. He leaned down softly and snapped Hermione back to the moment; she snaked her arms around his neck and felt him capture her slender waist. Immensely satisfied with his reaction, Hermione gave in to the intensity of his kiss. She surrendered to the feel of his breath mingling with hers as both sets of breathing became shallow and hurried. What had begun as a chaste kiss was swiftly heading the opposite direction.
It was an eating kiss, and it seemed as though the Potions Master would devour her whole. She slid her hands across his upper back, cursing the wizarding world for demanding so many layers of clothing. Slender fingers were tangling themselves in the silky hair cascading over her shoulders and in a spontaneous move, they jerked downward and to the left, forcing Hermione's head backwards. A soft cry in surprise escaped her abandoned lips as the professor ravaged the flesh of her exposed neck with his relentless mouth. His touch was teasing, Hermione noticed with surprise. As her teacher worked his way around her throat, performing his magic, she couldn't help but get off even further on the taboo they were swiftly overcoming.
His lips lingered on the place where her neck transformed into her shoulder and she felt herself getting a little impatient, despite his soothing feel. Tentatively, she reached up and slipped the silver serpentine clasp that held his robes around him open. She felt him rise to look at her with a powerful stare, his face impossibly blank, save for his eyes; those eyes, so deep and mysterious, spoke volumes. Hermione rolled his surprisingly light robes off of his shoulders in one fluid movement, revealing even more clothing; black of course.
She swept quivering hands up to the base of his throat and unclasped the first of (many) buttons. Drawing her hands down with agonizing slowness, she began the arduous task of removing the Potions Master's frustrating choice of apparel. Fingers slipped against her own and started assisting her. Not being a patient student, Hermione just gave up and hoped the professor didn't mind a wrecked shirt when she was through. Snap, snap, snap-all the way down as buttons were torn from the dark material.
A gasp escaped her lips when she caught the first glimpse of pale flesh, and was echoed by the man across from her when he felt his shirt being no less than destroyed.
"Miss Granger," came the voice, deep and undeniably aroused, yet still managing to carry an agitated tone.
"Yes. Professor?" she invited breathlessly, careful to put a stress on the word "professor."
He grabbed her sides and whirled her around swiftly, throwing her back against the stone wall of the classroom. A pain throbbed at the back of her head, but Hermione ignored it. After all, there were more important tasks at hand.
"You," he growled almost savagely, "owe me a new shirt." And with those words, Hermione felt lips crashing into her own. The tenderness was gone, and replaced with pure, raw desire. She was crushed between a rock (A/N: being the wall), and a rather hard place (A/N: hehehe). Those gentle hands ran over her voluptuous curves, exploring the not-so-subtle changes that had taken place since she had fist lay eyes on Professor Snape.
A muffled cry made its way out of her mouth, and then she couldn't help but giggle at the pure insanity of their actions. The Potions Master pulled back, a startled look on his face. "Do you find me funny, Miss Granger?" he snarled.
She shot him an incredulous expression. "Oh yes, Professor, absolutely hilar-," she began sarcastically.
"Fine then." he interrupted, stepping back with an air of one with far too much power in his hands. "I'll just be going, then. After all, as you said- or rather, accused-earlier, I need to do my part of researching on this project." his voice trailed off with a note of satisfaction at the shocked Head Girl in front of him.
//Damn him// Hermione shouted to herself. //If he wasn't so damn cocky, this would be a hell of a lot more fun!// She tossed her rumpled locks over her shoulder and gave him a throaty purr. "Are you *sure* you want to go Professor? I mean, I could just leave you here with your researching if you insist upon being stubborn." The look on his face was picture perfect, he certainly hadn't expected her to rise to his challenge.
Hermione was suddenly slammed back against the wall as a low voice growled at her through clenched teeth. "You impertinent girl!" His hands pinned her against the stone at her back, and he was barely an inch from her face. She could practically feel the words rolling off of his lips as he spoke. "How does The Boy Who Lived manage to put up with you?"
"Well, Professor," she teased , "You seem to be suggesting the Harry Potter is capable of something that you aren't. I never thought it would come to this." He was still leaning over her, hair whispering around his ebony eyes.
The Potions Master snorted. "Oh, I'm bloody capable," he hissed as his hold on her tightened. "There aren't enough words in this world to express exactly just how damn capable I am." Hermione felt him punctuate his point as one knee shoved itself between her thighs, to the back of the wall.
//He he he// she thought to herself, a smirk crossing her lips and puzzling the man before her. // Who has the power now? And to think, he was going to leave.//
Tracy: Thanks for the encouragement, and YES, FINALS SUCK. But I think I did fairly well on them, and so it's okay now. You're predictions are going unanswered simply because, well, *dun dun dun* IT'S A SURPRISE. (And, I still am not totally sure.) Three Cheers for indecisiveness!!
Severus Snape: And the Question of the Year is answered!! Snogs aplenty!!
plastic: Yes, food is incredibly fun to incorporate into fan fics, I seem to remember one that included a bath full of tapioca pudding, it was very funny, but unfortunately, I can't remember the name. 8-P You should start writing, it is soooo much fun (but rather addictive, I'm afraid. the reviews are like nicotine)
CiNdY: More fun!!! I hope you enjoyed this chappie, and I'm so happy you like the last one!! That is incredibly encouraging.!!!!!
madam-pyro: I think it's darn funny to see them angry at each other, it makes everything so much more interesting. *evil grin*
Crysta-Astra: Thanks so much for the offer as beta-reader, but I already have two. 8-P If I ever feel myself needing another, you will be the first one I call!! I hope you love this chapter as much as you did the last ones!!
Lana Riddle: Tut, tut, tut, Miss Riddle!! *shakes head* The cliffe is necessary!! otherwise, I don't leave you all wondering!!! hehehehe
Zoe: More faith in myself, got it. I will do that. Thanks for the support!
Yukito Forever: Ditto to that "YAY"!!!!!!!!!
Hermione was only about a foot away from his lean form now. She tilted her head invitingly, and traced a small index finger along the defined muscles of his chest. Parting her lips tenderly, Hermione breathed in his scent and forced herself even further into this interesting predicament she was in. "Professor, was there something you wished to tell me?" Her words came out a whisper.
The space between them was slowly but surely diminishing, and she heard a sharp intake of breath and a barely audible gulp from the older wizard. There was no turning back now, she decided. This was it.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
A/N: Okay, We're getting to the good stuff now. If you are faint of heart (or mind, for that matter) DON'T READ!! Hermione is of age of consent in this story, and if you have a problem with student/teacher relations, well, you should have stopped well before chapter 8. To all my MANY reviewers, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! So many reviews!!!! *shrieks with excitement*. I will try to respond to you all. If I leave you out, please, let me know!!! (
This Chapter is dedicated to my newly acquired beta-readers: Abby and Ashley. Love and Chocolate frogs to both of you!!
Chapter 8 -
Brushing her fingertips lightly along the scratchy threads of his robes, Hermione grinned to herself. //Yes, he's definitely speechless now if he wasn't before.// The Potions Master's icy shell was quickly thawing because of her presence, and she was enjoying the effect she had on him more that she could have thought possible.
Hermione stepped even closer to him and brought her fingertip to trace the outline of his lips. What was it about his lips? //So soft.// Her touch was so gentle, it was almost ticklish.
The lips parted suddenly. "Miss Granger," the low voice rasped, apparently close to panic. Hermione ignored him and felt the light spattering of ebony stubble that graced his jaw-line beneath the soft skin of her fingertips. A delicious shiver made its way down her spine.
"I've been dreaming about you, Professor," she breathed, completely aware that she must sound insane. Frankly, she didn't care in the least. Her fingers felt his skin grow taut as his eyes widened, whether it was surprise or some other emotion that didn't matter. "But," she continued with difficulty, "I think I prefer the real thing." To punctuate her point, she raised herself up on her tiptoes and touched her lips to his.
She pulled back slightly after a moment, waiting with shallow breath. She looked into his midnight eyes and immediately lost herself. The professor didn't make her wait long. He leaned down softly and snapped Hermione back to the moment; she snaked her arms around his neck and felt him capture her slender waist. Immensely satisfied with his reaction, Hermione gave in to the intensity of his kiss. She surrendered to the feel of his breath mingling with hers as both sets of breathing became shallow and hurried. What had begun as a chaste kiss was swiftly heading the opposite direction.
It was an eating kiss, and it seemed as though the Potions Master would devour her whole. She slid her hands across his upper back, cursing the wizarding world for demanding so many layers of clothing. Slender fingers were tangling themselves in the silky hair cascading over her shoulders and in a spontaneous move, they jerked downward and to the left, forcing Hermione's head backwards. A soft cry in surprise escaped her abandoned lips as the professor ravaged the flesh of her exposed neck with his relentless mouth. His touch was teasing, Hermione noticed with surprise. As her teacher worked his way around her throat, performing his magic, she couldn't help but get off even further on the taboo they were swiftly overcoming.
His lips lingered on the place where her neck transformed into her shoulder and she felt herself getting a little impatient, despite his soothing feel. Tentatively, she reached up and slipped the silver serpentine clasp that held his robes around him open. She felt him rise to look at her with a powerful stare, his face impossibly blank, save for his eyes; those eyes, so deep and mysterious, spoke volumes. Hermione rolled his surprisingly light robes off of his shoulders in one fluid movement, revealing even more clothing; black of course.
She swept quivering hands up to the base of his throat and unclasped the first of (many) buttons. Drawing her hands down with agonizing slowness, she began the arduous task of removing the Potions Master's frustrating choice of apparel. Fingers slipped against her own and started assisting her. Not being a patient student, Hermione just gave up and hoped the professor didn't mind a wrecked shirt when she was through. Snap, snap, snap-all the way down as buttons were torn from the dark material.
A gasp escaped her lips when she caught the first glimpse of pale flesh, and was echoed by the man across from her when he felt his shirt being no less than destroyed.
"Miss Granger," came the voice, deep and undeniably aroused, yet still managing to carry an agitated tone.
"Yes. Professor?" she invited breathlessly, careful to put a stress on the word "professor."
He grabbed her sides and whirled her around swiftly, throwing her back against the stone wall of the classroom. A pain throbbed at the back of her head, but Hermione ignored it. After all, there were more important tasks at hand.
"You," he growled almost savagely, "owe me a new shirt." And with those words, Hermione felt lips crashing into her own. The tenderness was gone, and replaced with pure, raw desire. She was crushed between a rock (A/N: being the wall), and a rather hard place (A/N: hehehe). Those gentle hands ran over her voluptuous curves, exploring the not-so-subtle changes that had taken place since she had fist lay eyes on Professor Snape.
A muffled cry made its way out of her mouth, and then she couldn't help but giggle at the pure insanity of their actions. The Potions Master pulled back, a startled look on his face. "Do you find me funny, Miss Granger?" he snarled.
She shot him an incredulous expression. "Oh yes, Professor, absolutely hilar-," she began sarcastically.
"Fine then." he interrupted, stepping back with an air of one with far too much power in his hands. "I'll just be going, then. After all, as you said- or rather, accused-earlier, I need to do my part of researching on this project." his voice trailed off with a note of satisfaction at the shocked Head Girl in front of him.
//Damn him// Hermione shouted to herself. //If he wasn't so damn cocky, this would be a hell of a lot more fun!// She tossed her rumpled locks over her shoulder and gave him a throaty purr. "Are you *sure* you want to go Professor? I mean, I could just leave you here with your researching if you insist upon being stubborn." The look on his face was picture perfect, he certainly hadn't expected her to rise to his challenge.
Hermione was suddenly slammed back against the wall as a low voice growled at her through clenched teeth. "You impertinent girl!" His hands pinned her against the stone at her back, and he was barely an inch from her face. She could practically feel the words rolling off of his lips as he spoke. "How does The Boy Who Lived manage to put up with you?"
"Well, Professor," she teased , "You seem to be suggesting the Harry Potter is capable of something that you aren't. I never thought it would come to this." He was still leaning over her, hair whispering around his ebony eyes.
The Potions Master snorted. "Oh, I'm bloody capable," he hissed as his hold on her tightened. "There aren't enough words in this world to express exactly just how damn capable I am." Hermione felt him punctuate his point as one knee shoved itself between her thighs, to the back of the wall.
//He he he// she thought to herself, a smirk crossing her lips and puzzling the man before her. // Who has the power now? And to think, he was going to leave.//
Tracy: Thanks for the encouragement, and YES, FINALS SUCK. But I think I did fairly well on them, and so it's okay now. You're predictions are going unanswered simply because, well, *dun dun dun* IT'S A SURPRISE. (And, I still am not totally sure.) Three Cheers for indecisiveness!!
Severus Snape: And the Question of the Year is answered!! Snogs aplenty!!
plastic: Yes, food is incredibly fun to incorporate into fan fics, I seem to remember one that included a bath full of tapioca pudding, it was very funny, but unfortunately, I can't remember the name. 8-P You should start writing, it is soooo much fun (but rather addictive, I'm afraid. the reviews are like nicotine)
CiNdY: More fun!!! I hope you enjoyed this chappie, and I'm so happy you like the last one!! That is incredibly encouraging.!!!!!
madam-pyro: I think it's darn funny to see them angry at each other, it makes everything so much more interesting. *evil grin*
Crysta-Astra: Thanks so much for the offer as beta-reader, but I already have two. 8-P If I ever feel myself needing another, you will be the first one I call!! I hope you love this chapter as much as you did the last ones!!
Lana Riddle: Tut, tut, tut, Miss Riddle!! *shakes head* The cliffe is necessary!! otherwise, I don't leave you all wondering!!! hehehehe
Zoe: More faith in myself, got it. I will do that. Thanks for the support!
Yukito Forever: Ditto to that "YAY"!!!!!!!!!