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.//
Chapter 9-
Standing there, with her back shoved against the wall and her Potions Professor's knee strategically wedged between her thighs, Hermione really couldn't help but feel smug. Despite the position she was in, it was obvious that she definitly held power over the Potions Master.
He was still snarling at her, evidently displeased that she had compared him to Harry. Fluttering her lashes a few times, Hermione peered up at Snape innocently.
"Miss Granger, do you honestly believe that an expression such as the one displayed on your face right now is going to make you appear any less mischievous? If so, then you are sadly mistaken."
//Hmm.// Hermione laughed to herself. //It seems that I have transformed into the stereotypical "Catholic School Girl". Who would have guessed?//
"No comment." She addressed his penetrating stare with a suggestive whisper. If her hands hadn't been pinned above her, she probably would have begun twirling a lock of her honey-brown hair provocatively, just to add to the picture. As it was, she could only curl her moistened lips in an impish smile.
The Potions Master raised an eyebrow incredulously. "I am afraid that you are indeed mistaken, Miss Granger. You *always* have a comment," he smirked, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
Hermione had begun to feel a tad bit restless pressed against the wall as she was, with only conversation to distract her. Determined to play some games of her own, she looked up at Snape with a gleam in her honey-colored eyes.
"You know, I do believe you are right, Professor. I do have something to say," she stated simply.
After a prolonged silence, Snape gave in and asked impatiently, "And?" She forced her way forward by a few inches, breaking his already loosened hold on her arms. Though it was only a few inches, it made all the difference in the world. Instead of the cold, gray stone of the wall, she was now pressed against the length of his body.
She brought her lips against the cool shell of his ear. "Twenty points to Slytherin, Professor," she breathed softly.
Something inside the Potions Professor changed, she could feel it. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped, letting loose a torrent of white hot electricity through his veins. Hermione could feel the energy coursing through him as he pulled her sharply against him even further. The knee which had been so aggressively shoved between her legs was instead replaced by a thigh. Chills raced through Hermione all the way down to the tips of her toes.
The Potions Master was clad only in his trousers and a shirt. The aforementioned shirt had been diminished to shreds while she was still blanketed from shoulder to feet in the mandatory Hogwarts uniform. There was far too much material between them for her liking, and she let out a satisfied gasp when his long, slender fingers expertly unhooked the sliver clasp at the base of her neck. He rolled the robes off of Hermione's shoulders to fall in a heap on the stone at her feet.
Her hands were splayed on his bare stomach; cool muscles defined in ridges beneath her palms. He was surprisingly fit for his age, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was those years as a Death Eater.
But her wondering was interrupted when he leaned forward and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. His lips were soft, but aggressive. Hermione kissed him back, running her open hands over his chest, and then wrapping them around his waist. She picked her foot off the ground, rubbing the inside of her thigh against his leg. With the movement, she felt his arousal pressing against her, and made sure to brush against it softly with her hip.
At his sharp intake of breath, Hermione smiled into his mouth-the kiss becoming even more passionate. The Potions Master's lips devoured hers, and their shallow, ragged breathing was combined into one breath in the moments when air was absolutely necessary.
Suddenly, the man holding her went rigid. Hermione thought he looked exactly like a deer in the middle of a field, sensing danger. His ears were perked up, eyes wide, and he didn't move a muscle, not even blinking. They each stood; Snape listening and Hermione wondering what the bloody hell was going on, but going along with it. Then, she head it. Footsteps.
In a moment of alarm, the professor grabbed Hermione's wrist and flew across the classroom, dragging her along with him. Her shoved her down under the big oak desk at the front, and followed quickly.
It was cramped. So cramped that Snape had lodged himself above her in a very incriminating position.
Two sets of breath stopped immediately at the soft creak of the door on the other end of the room. The glow of a lantern lit the room with a pale glow, and through a crack in the woodwork, Hermione could get a glimpse of Filch peering around the shadows.
//Oh, hell.// She told herself grimly. //Why can't he and that stupid cat of his just go away!?!//
And, after careful examination from the doorway, Filch and Mrs. Norris both ducked out of the doorway and moved on down the hall.
As the door clicked shut, Hermione heard Snape's breath sigh out all at once, as if he had been holding it for ages. Honestly, in his company, she hadn't been all that nervous. Just frustrated that the moment was ruined.
//But then, he would be the one blamed if anyone ever found out about them,// She reasoned to herself. //He has reason to be nervous.//
Just the thought of the Potions Master risking something to be with her, even just for the moment, made Hermione tingle inside. And, boy, did that sensation intensify when she focused on her surroundings. Or, more specifically, the catlike form of her Potions professor holding himself above her.
His arms were on either side of her shoulders, holding his torso aloft. His knees were parallel with her thigh, supporting the rest of his weight. He had to bend his head forward to avoid hitting the top of the desk, and black strands of hair whispered around his eyes.
Hermione wriggled around a bit, partly to try and find a more comfortable position (the desk was currently digging into her spine), and partly to elicit some sort of reaction from Snape. He glanced down at her with a blank expression once again, as if he just realized that she was there.
//How can he show no emotions?? It just isn't natural to have such a blank look on ones face. But then, since when has Snape been normal, much less natural?// She mused. Or, she tried to muse. It was a bit difficult considering there was a large and lusty man practically on top of her. //Alright, this position, as fun as it has been, is extremely uncomfortable.//
"Umm, Professor?" she asked, gazing up at him.
"What Miss Granger?"
"Is there any particular reason that we're still crammed down here?"
The Potions Master just looked at her for a moment, and then gracefully shimmied out from under the desk. With a grunt, and slightly less grace than her professor, Hermione followed. She brushed off her dust-laced robes and shook her hair around her shoulders.
She noticed him watching her as she attempted to compose herself. Amusement danced in his dark eyes.
Hermione slowly made her way over and circled around until she stood behind him. Her hands reached up, claiming the bare shoulders beneath them and massaging tenderly.
"Well, Professor, it is getting late," she whispered suggestively. "I should probably go, and leave you to your research. Unless," Hermione parted her lips and ran her tongue over the flesh at the base of his neck, "you have something better in mind..."
The Potions professor turn around and shot her an unexpected eye roll. It made her stop, puzzled.
"Fine, Miss Granger." He told her with his trademark smirk claiming his features and a wave of his hand. "Retire to your rooms. You do need your rest, after all." He paused, and then continued at the obvious confusion written all over her face. "You seem to forget that, unlike you, I am *not* a hormonally challenged teenager, and do not wish to play games."
//What!?!// Hermione's mind screamed. //Where the hell did that come from? Oh! He is such a stubborn ass!//
"As you wish, *Professor*," she seethed, venom dripping off of each syllable. She turned with as much dignity as she could muster, and with a mock swirl of her robes, she strode out of the classroom.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
A/N: And here it is!!! granted, i know it didn't get as far as some people (me included) would have liked, but hey-- Can't shag the pants off the guy on the first time, what else would there be to write about? And the "20 Points to Slytherin" idea was from another fic (although it was 5o points then, I changed it) entitled Fall Into Me by Witch Lisa. It's brilliant. If you haven't already read it, I encourage you to do so.
plastic: yeah, it was pretty interesting. I just read another one involving lots of cheesecake, it was rather funny. 8-P Good luck with your writing!!
Severus Snape: I'm sorry this chapter didn't go the way you wanted it too. I hope that when it does build up to that point that it will exceed your expectations!! But the interruption was necessary.
Idamae: I hope this was soon enough for you!!
Potions Mistress: Sorry!! Cliffes are sort of, well, inevitable unless you want me to take a month long writing a chapter. *smiles sheepishly* I will try and do better next time.
Zoe: I love writing the conversations between them, it is so much fun!! They do play off of each other very well, don't they?
Eternal Queen: Yippee!! Thanks for all the compliments!!
jenthewriter: Thanks so much!!! I hope this next chappie is sufficient!
Crysta-Astra: I honestly wold take forever and a day if I wote longer chapters. I tried to make this one longer, but I think this is going to be as long as they get.
Cindy: hehe, thank you! I hope you loved this chapter!
Piggie: well, I feel a responsibility to my reviewers who take the time to read and review my story, so I really can't do away with the responses, sorry. But I'm glad you like the story!
Kiki_0303: I hope this cliffe wasn't as bad as previous ones!!
xanthos: Hehe, that would be hilarious. I actually had that shopping idea in mind when I wrote that. it would be much fun to write.
Lana Riddle: I'll try!!
Yukito Forever: I love it how they never call each other by their given names, it's hilarious!! Thanks for finding it as immensely funny as I do!!
mylin: then it's a darn good thing you don't believe in threats!! 8-P
//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.//
Chapter 9-
Standing there, with her back shoved against the wall and her Potions Professor's knee strategically wedged between her thighs, Hermione really couldn't help but feel smug. Despite the position she was in, it was obvious that she definitly held power over the Potions Master.
He was still snarling at her, evidently displeased that she had compared him to Harry. Fluttering her lashes a few times, Hermione peered up at Snape innocently.
"Miss Granger, do you honestly believe that an expression such as the one displayed on your face right now is going to make you appear any less mischievous? If so, then you are sadly mistaken."
//Hmm.// Hermione laughed to herself. //It seems that I have transformed into the stereotypical "Catholic School Girl". Who would have guessed?//
"No comment." She addressed his penetrating stare with a suggestive whisper. If her hands hadn't been pinned above her, she probably would have begun twirling a lock of her honey-brown hair provocatively, just to add to the picture. As it was, she could only curl her moistened lips in an impish smile.
The Potions Master raised an eyebrow incredulously. "I am afraid that you are indeed mistaken, Miss Granger. You *always* have a comment," he smirked, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
Hermione had begun to feel a tad bit restless pressed against the wall as she was, with only conversation to distract her. Determined to play some games of her own, she looked up at Snape with a gleam in her honey-colored eyes.
"You know, I do believe you are right, Professor. I do have something to say," she stated simply.
After a prolonged silence, Snape gave in and asked impatiently, "And?" She forced her way forward by a few inches, breaking his already loosened hold on her arms. Though it was only a few inches, it made all the difference in the world. Instead of the cold, gray stone of the wall, she was now pressed against the length of his body.
She brought her lips against the cool shell of his ear. "Twenty points to Slytherin, Professor," she breathed softly.
Something inside the Potions Professor changed, she could feel it. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped, letting loose a torrent of white hot electricity through his veins. Hermione could feel the energy coursing through him as he pulled her sharply against him even further. The knee which had been so aggressively shoved between her legs was instead replaced by a thigh. Chills raced through Hermione all the way down to the tips of her toes.
The Potions Master was clad only in his trousers and a shirt. The aforementioned shirt had been diminished to shreds while she was still blanketed from shoulder to feet in the mandatory Hogwarts uniform. There was far too much material between them for her liking, and she let out a satisfied gasp when his long, slender fingers expertly unhooked the sliver clasp at the base of her neck. He rolled the robes off of Hermione's shoulders to fall in a heap on the stone at her feet.
Her hands were splayed on his bare stomach; cool muscles defined in ridges beneath her palms. He was surprisingly fit for his age, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was those years as a Death Eater.
But her wondering was interrupted when he leaned forward and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. His lips were soft, but aggressive. Hermione kissed him back, running her open hands over his chest, and then wrapping them around his waist. She picked her foot off the ground, rubbing the inside of her thigh against his leg. With the movement, she felt his arousal pressing against her, and made sure to brush against it softly with her hip.
At his sharp intake of breath, Hermione smiled into his mouth-the kiss becoming even more passionate. The Potions Master's lips devoured hers, and their shallow, ragged breathing was combined into one breath in the moments when air was absolutely necessary.
Suddenly, the man holding her went rigid. Hermione thought he looked exactly like a deer in the middle of a field, sensing danger. His ears were perked up, eyes wide, and he didn't move a muscle, not even blinking. They each stood; Snape listening and Hermione wondering what the bloody hell was going on, but going along with it. Then, she head it. Footsteps.
In a moment of alarm, the professor grabbed Hermione's wrist and flew across the classroom, dragging her along with him. Her shoved her down under the big oak desk at the front, and followed quickly.
It was cramped. So cramped that Snape had lodged himself above her in a very incriminating position.
Two sets of breath stopped immediately at the soft creak of the door on the other end of the room. The glow of a lantern lit the room with a pale glow, and through a crack in the woodwork, Hermione could get a glimpse of Filch peering around the shadows.
//Oh, hell.// She told herself grimly. //Why can't he and that stupid cat of his just go away!?!//
And, after careful examination from the doorway, Filch and Mrs. Norris both ducked out of the doorway and moved on down the hall.
As the door clicked shut, Hermione heard Snape's breath sigh out all at once, as if he had been holding it for ages. Honestly, in his company, she hadn't been all that nervous. Just frustrated that the moment was ruined.
//But then, he would be the one blamed if anyone ever found out about them,// She reasoned to herself. //He has reason to be nervous.//
Just the thought of the Potions Master risking something to be with her, even just for the moment, made Hermione tingle inside. And, boy, did that sensation intensify when she focused on her surroundings. Or, more specifically, the catlike form of her Potions professor holding himself above her.
His arms were on either side of her shoulders, holding his torso aloft. His knees were parallel with her thigh, supporting the rest of his weight. He had to bend his head forward to avoid hitting the top of the desk, and black strands of hair whispered around his eyes.
Hermione wriggled around a bit, partly to try and find a more comfortable position (the desk was currently digging into her spine), and partly to elicit some sort of reaction from Snape. He glanced down at her with a blank expression once again, as if he just realized that she was there.
//How can he show no emotions?? It just isn't natural to have such a blank look on ones face. But then, since when has Snape been normal, much less natural?// She mused. Or, she tried to muse. It was a bit difficult considering there was a large and lusty man practically on top of her. //Alright, this position, as fun as it has been, is extremely uncomfortable.//
"Umm, Professor?" she asked, gazing up at him.
"What Miss Granger?"
"Is there any particular reason that we're still crammed down here?"
The Potions Master just looked at her for a moment, and then gracefully shimmied out from under the desk. With a grunt, and slightly less grace than her professor, Hermione followed. She brushed off her dust-laced robes and shook her hair around her shoulders.
She noticed him watching her as she attempted to compose herself. Amusement danced in his dark eyes.
Hermione slowly made her way over and circled around until she stood behind him. Her hands reached up, claiming the bare shoulders beneath them and massaging tenderly.
"Well, Professor, it is getting late," she whispered suggestively. "I should probably go, and leave you to your research. Unless," Hermione parted her lips and ran her tongue over the flesh at the base of his neck, "you have something better in mind..."
The Potions professor turn around and shot her an unexpected eye roll. It made her stop, puzzled.
"Fine, Miss Granger." He told her with his trademark smirk claiming his features and a wave of his hand. "Retire to your rooms. You do need your rest, after all." He paused, and then continued at the obvious confusion written all over her face. "You seem to forget that, unlike you, I am *not* a hormonally challenged teenager, and do not wish to play games."
//What!?!// Hermione's mind screamed. //Where the hell did that come from? Oh! He is such a stubborn ass!//
"As you wish, *Professor*," she seethed, venom dripping off of each syllable. She turned with as much dignity as she could muster, and with a mock swirl of her robes, she strode out of the classroom.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
A/N: And here it is!!! granted, i know it didn't get as far as some people (me included) would have liked, but hey-- Can't shag the pants off the guy on the first time, what else would there be to write about? And the "20 Points to Slytherin" idea was from another fic (although it was 5o points then, I changed it) entitled Fall Into Me by Witch Lisa. It's brilliant. If you haven't already read it, I encourage you to do so.
plastic: yeah, it was pretty interesting. I just read another one involving lots of cheesecake, it was rather funny. 8-P Good luck with your writing!!
Severus Snape: I'm sorry this chapter didn't go the way you wanted it too. I hope that when it does build up to that point that it will exceed your expectations!! But the interruption was necessary.
Idamae: I hope this was soon enough for you!!
Potions Mistress: Sorry!! Cliffes are sort of, well, inevitable unless you want me to take a month long writing a chapter. *smiles sheepishly* I will try and do better next time.
Zoe: I love writing the conversations between them, it is so much fun!! They do play off of each other very well, don't they?
Eternal Queen: Yippee!! Thanks for all the compliments!!
jenthewriter: Thanks so much!!! I hope this next chappie is sufficient!
Crysta-Astra: I honestly wold take forever and a day if I wote longer chapters. I tried to make this one longer, but I think this is going to be as long as they get.
Cindy: hehe, thank you! I hope you loved this chapter!
Piggie: well, I feel a responsibility to my reviewers who take the time to read and review my story, so I really can't do away with the responses, sorry. But I'm glad you like the story!
Kiki_0303: I hope this cliffe wasn't as bad as previous ones!!
xanthos: Hehe, that would be hilarious. I actually had that shopping idea in mind when I wrote that. it would be much fun to write.
Lana Riddle: I'll try!!
Yukito Forever: I love it how they never call each other by their given names, it's hilarious!! Thanks for finding it as immensely funny as I do!!
mylin: then it's a darn good thing you don't believe in threats!! 8-P