Chapter 10-
By the time morning showed itself through Hermione's windows, she had come up with a plan-- a very risky and unexpected one, but a plan nonetheless.
Informing Harry and Ron that she was ill and needed to miss classes was easy. As soon as she brought up the phrase "that time of the month," they flushed bright red and rushed away, muttering that they would collect her assignments for her.
When all of the Gryffindors were down in the Great Hall enjoying breakfast, Hermione snuck up to the boys' dormitories to collect what she needed. //Harry will forgive me,// she reassured herself.
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The halls were deserted, as all of the students were in class. Only the sound of muffled footsteps resounded between the walls as Hermione made her way down the corridors. Every once in a while, a portrait would look up from their business of jousting or embroidering and look about in a confused manner, only to go back to their previous doings.
Before she knew it, the heavy oak doors had come into her line of sight.
//Don't forget to breathe, Hermione. Oxygen comes in handy in situations like this. Oh gods, what am I doing? Am I actually going to go through with this?//
The part of Hermione that was screaming at her to turn back and run for her life was suddenly hit over the head and knocked unconscious by its contrasting twin --the part that was wild, reckless, and determined to get a damn good snog from her potions professor. With a deep breath, she put her ear to the door, careful not to make any noise.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Longbottom! That is the third cauldron you have destroyed this week!," a familiar voice fumed.
There was a pause, probably because whomever had spoken was not nearly as close to the door as Snape.
Suddenly his voice continued, "Mr. Potter, I would advise you to stop ranting on. If you believe it was not Mr. Longbottom's fault, perhaps you would like to join him in detention tonight for daring to question a member of Hogwarts staff!"
Another pause, and then the Potions Master's voice resumed, but less loudly. Hoping beyond hope that the decrease in volume meant that he was farther away from the door, Hermione carefully covered the cool doorknob with her sweaty palm. The latch made a soft click as it turned beneath her fingers, but its noise was practically silent compared to her heart hammering beneath her ribs.
She nudged the heavy door forward painstakingly slow to avoid being conspicuous. Peering around the corner of the doorframe, she could see the professor with his back turned to the class at the blackboard. He was scribbling something about the properties of boomslang skin, but Hermione didn't waste time trying to figure out what. Once the door was opened sufficiently enough for her to squeeze through, she did just that and shut it again with another soft click.
Unfortunately, the "click" wasn't soft enough. She froze as Snape's head shot up, eyes darting around suspiciously. Hermione didn't dare even breathe. She stood, frozen in place, praying to whoever was listening that she wouldn't be discovered.yet.
After an excruciatingly long moment, the Potions Master went back to his blackboard. The breath left her lungs in a rush of relived anxiety. Careful to stay along the edges of the classroom, Hermione edged forward slowly to avoid detection. Harry and Ron were engaged in a battle over how much essence of newt to add, and, as usual, they were both wrong. She fought the urge to just go over and do it for them, and then smiled to herself.
When she finally made her way to the front of the classroom, Snape had seated himself at his desk, grading 5th year essays while the class worked on his or her individual potion. He looked extremely hassled, almost as if one more person made a mistake, he would literally snap.
Hermione crept up behind him stealthily, careful not to rip on the rather long hem of the cloak she was shrouded in. To her surprise and relief, he didn't seem to sense her there. She moved her lips next to his ear, almost drowning herself in his scent.
"Hello Professor," she whispered softly. He flinched, stifling a gasp, and though she couldn't see it, his eyes widened and his whole body thrummed with an adrenaline rush just from her presence. She had counted on his surprise. After all, it wasn't every day that Hermione Granger broke school rules and breathed sensually into his ear, during his class no less.
The low clamor of the classroom's students was enough to ensure that she could speak to him without being heard. Remembering the words he had used to torment her last night, she continued her amusement.
"Now, Professor," she murmured, "Are you sure you don't want to play games? I bet I can find out just how much you really want to." Now this statement even surprised her. Never in her whole lifetime would she have thought herself this brave. At her somewhat lust-driven statement, the man in front of her tensed visibly, and his breath escaped him quite audibly.
Satisfied with his response, she kneeled down behind his desk.
//Can't have the whole class see part of me sticking out of the invisibility cloak,// she giggled to herself.
She glanced up at her professor's face to see him with his usual mask on. His face was blank, and she had to hand it to him, he really knew how to hide his emotions. He was obviously doing his best to remain calm and stern, he shot the occasional glare at his students, despite Hermione's presence.
//Damn, with that death glare, the students definitely won't know what's going on, it'll just seem like he's in one of him extremely bad moods.//
Once she was certain that none of her peers would accidentally catch a glimpse of her, she slowly ran her fingertips over the Potions Master's thigh. The muscles beneath her fingers stiffened at her touch, but then relaxed. She leisurely pushed the dark fabric of his robes aside to gain better access to his body.
His supple legs felt delicious under her touch: warm and inviting, granted, there were trousers in the way, but nothing could be done about that at the moment. Hermione purposely brushed her palm against the arousal that was very apparent between his thighs, and delighted as his breathing grew slightly more rapid. He stared straight ahead at his students, despite the present circumstances. His control was amazing, and Hermione could sense that he was holding back a moan when he unconsciously bit into his bottom lip.
She snaked her fingers up to the button of his trousers, and undid it in a snap. Snape quickly drew in his breath, and that was when he did something that Hermione hadn't counted on.
His voice had a slight crack to it, but it was hardly noticeable as he managed to say with authority, "Class is dismissed for this afternoon." When met with astonished faces and confusion, he simply sneered at his students as best as he could. "Unless you would rather I changed my mind."
The sound of chairs scraping against the stone floors of the dungeon and books being collected worried Hermione. Oh boy, was she in for it now.
//What? Canceling class? Bloody hell, am I in trouble now.//
When the doors slammed shut behind the last student, Hermione gasped aloud as the cloak was ripped from her shoulders and she was dragged into a standing position by insistent hands. She stood face to face with Professor Snape, who stood with an amused smirk on his face.
He pushed her backwards into his desk and whispered in a deadly voice, "Did you find that amusing Miss Granger?"
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A/N: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter, my boyfriend was in the hospital for a few days with a horrible case of pneumonia, so I didn't really have much time to write. I'll make it up to you, I promise!! Hope you liked this chapter!! In haste to post this chappie, I didn't have time to post responses to my dedicated reviewers. I will respond in my next update, I promise!!
~Raven @----
By the time morning showed itself through Hermione's windows, she had come up with a plan-- a very risky and unexpected one, but a plan nonetheless.
Informing Harry and Ron that she was ill and needed to miss classes was easy. As soon as she brought up the phrase "that time of the month," they flushed bright red and rushed away, muttering that they would collect her assignments for her.
When all of the Gryffindors were down in the Great Hall enjoying breakfast, Hermione snuck up to the boys' dormitories to collect what she needed. //Harry will forgive me,// she reassured herself.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The halls were deserted, as all of the students were in class. Only the sound of muffled footsteps resounded between the walls as Hermione made her way down the corridors. Every once in a while, a portrait would look up from their business of jousting or embroidering and look about in a confused manner, only to go back to their previous doings.
Before she knew it, the heavy oak doors had come into her line of sight.
//Don't forget to breathe, Hermione. Oxygen comes in handy in situations like this. Oh gods, what am I doing? Am I actually going to go through with this?//
The part of Hermione that was screaming at her to turn back and run for her life was suddenly hit over the head and knocked unconscious by its contrasting twin --the part that was wild, reckless, and determined to get a damn good snog from her potions professor. With a deep breath, she put her ear to the door, careful not to make any noise.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Longbottom! That is the third cauldron you have destroyed this week!," a familiar voice fumed.
There was a pause, probably because whomever had spoken was not nearly as close to the door as Snape.
Suddenly his voice continued, "Mr. Potter, I would advise you to stop ranting on. If you believe it was not Mr. Longbottom's fault, perhaps you would like to join him in detention tonight for daring to question a member of Hogwarts staff!"
Another pause, and then the Potions Master's voice resumed, but less loudly. Hoping beyond hope that the decrease in volume meant that he was farther away from the door, Hermione carefully covered the cool doorknob with her sweaty palm. The latch made a soft click as it turned beneath her fingers, but its noise was practically silent compared to her heart hammering beneath her ribs.
She nudged the heavy door forward painstakingly slow to avoid being conspicuous. Peering around the corner of the doorframe, she could see the professor with his back turned to the class at the blackboard. He was scribbling something about the properties of boomslang skin, but Hermione didn't waste time trying to figure out what. Once the door was opened sufficiently enough for her to squeeze through, she did just that and shut it again with another soft click.
Unfortunately, the "click" wasn't soft enough. She froze as Snape's head shot up, eyes darting around suspiciously. Hermione didn't dare even breathe. She stood, frozen in place, praying to whoever was listening that she wouldn't be discovered.yet.
After an excruciatingly long moment, the Potions Master went back to his blackboard. The breath left her lungs in a rush of relived anxiety. Careful to stay along the edges of the classroom, Hermione edged forward slowly to avoid detection. Harry and Ron were engaged in a battle over how much essence of newt to add, and, as usual, they were both wrong. She fought the urge to just go over and do it for them, and then smiled to herself.
When she finally made her way to the front of the classroom, Snape had seated himself at his desk, grading 5th year essays while the class worked on his or her individual potion. He looked extremely hassled, almost as if one more person made a mistake, he would literally snap.
Hermione crept up behind him stealthily, careful not to rip on the rather long hem of the cloak she was shrouded in. To her surprise and relief, he didn't seem to sense her there. She moved her lips next to his ear, almost drowning herself in his scent.
"Hello Professor," she whispered softly. He flinched, stifling a gasp, and though she couldn't see it, his eyes widened and his whole body thrummed with an adrenaline rush just from her presence. She had counted on his surprise. After all, it wasn't every day that Hermione Granger broke school rules and breathed sensually into his ear, during his class no less.
The low clamor of the classroom's students was enough to ensure that she could speak to him without being heard. Remembering the words he had used to torment her last night, she continued her amusement.
"Now, Professor," she murmured, "Are you sure you don't want to play games? I bet I can find out just how much you really want to." Now this statement even surprised her. Never in her whole lifetime would she have thought herself this brave. At her somewhat lust-driven statement, the man in front of her tensed visibly, and his breath escaped him quite audibly.
Satisfied with his response, she kneeled down behind his desk.
//Can't have the whole class see part of me sticking out of the invisibility cloak,// she giggled to herself.
She glanced up at her professor's face to see him with his usual mask on. His face was blank, and she had to hand it to him, he really knew how to hide his emotions. He was obviously doing his best to remain calm and stern, he shot the occasional glare at his students, despite Hermione's presence.
//Damn, with that death glare, the students definitely won't know what's going on, it'll just seem like he's in one of him extremely bad moods.//
Once she was certain that none of her peers would accidentally catch a glimpse of her, she slowly ran her fingertips over the Potions Master's thigh. The muscles beneath her fingers stiffened at her touch, but then relaxed. She leisurely pushed the dark fabric of his robes aside to gain better access to his body.
His supple legs felt delicious under her touch: warm and inviting, granted, there were trousers in the way, but nothing could be done about that at the moment. Hermione purposely brushed her palm against the arousal that was very apparent between his thighs, and delighted as his breathing grew slightly more rapid. He stared straight ahead at his students, despite the present circumstances. His control was amazing, and Hermione could sense that he was holding back a moan when he unconsciously bit into his bottom lip.
She snaked her fingers up to the button of his trousers, and undid it in a snap. Snape quickly drew in his breath, and that was when he did something that Hermione hadn't counted on.
His voice had a slight crack to it, but it was hardly noticeable as he managed to say with authority, "Class is dismissed for this afternoon." When met with astonished faces and confusion, he simply sneered at his students as best as he could. "Unless you would rather I changed my mind."
The sound of chairs scraping against the stone floors of the dungeon and books being collected worried Hermione. Oh boy, was she in for it now.
//What? Canceling class? Bloody hell, am I in trouble now.//
When the doors slammed shut behind the last student, Hermione gasped aloud as the cloak was ripped from her shoulders and she was dragged into a standing position by insistent hands. She stood face to face with Professor Snape, who stood with an amused smirk on his face.
He pushed her backwards into his desk and whispered in a deadly voice, "Did you find that amusing Miss Granger?"
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A/N: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter, my boyfriend was in the hospital for a few days with a horrible case of pneumonia, so I didn't really have much time to write. I'll make it up to you, I promise!! Hope you liked this chapter!! In haste to post this chappie, I didn't have time to post responses to my dedicated reviewers. I will respond in my next update, I promise!!
~Raven @----