A/N: MY apologies onec again for the extremem lateness, all I can say is
that it really wasn't my fault. But I hope to have the next chapter quicker
than you can say. never mind. well, sorry I couldn't respond to the
reviews again, but I bet you wanted this chapter more than you wanted
those. (
~ Raven @----
Chapter 11-
With the Potions Master staring at her like that, Hermione could only come up with one answer.
"Yes," she said simply.
With disbelief written on his features, he shoved her further backward, until she stumbled back and ended up sitting on his desk. He advanced on her, eyes blazing. Papers and the like were tossed aside as she slowly retreated, sliding backwards across his desk.
His black hair was disheveled, and his mouth was contorted into an unbalanced smile. Hermione felt his cool fingers close around the base of her ankle and jerk her towards him. She slid until her legs dangled off the edge of the desk, the Potions Master stationed between them.
"You know, Miss Granger," he purred in a dangerous tone, "if you keep pulling stunts like that, you are going to find yourself in trouble."
Hermione didn't respond except to gaze at him with all of the confidence that she could muster. Her honey-colored hair was falling into her face, mussed from the fabric of the cloak she had been under moments before.
Snape lifted a finger and leaned towards her, slowly tracing his way down the soft flesh of her neck and pushing the light material of her sleeve off her shoulder. "And, I don't think that Hogwarts' Head Girl should be getting into too much trouble, do you?" His touch was making chills run down Hermione's body. He had slowly drawn so near her that she was mere inches from his face, feeling his whispers roll of his lips. "Because, Miss Granger, if this trouble persists," he continued, "I may have to *punish* you."
With his last two words, he swiftly leaned forward, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder. He was soft, but then Hermione felt a sharp pain as he bit down fiercely; leaving a mark, she was sure.
She cried out at the unexpected bite, and she could feel his responding shudder through his robes. Raising her thighs, she brushed them higher along the outside of his. Hermione could feel herself tingling inside at the intimate contact, even if there was still clothing between them.
Her fingers whispered through the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, and she pulled him to her. Hermione darted the tip of her tongue along the cold shell of his ear.
"Then punish me," she murmured sensually. She smiled into him as she felt his eyebrows shoot upwards against her. The professor wasted no time. Before she knew it, two hands had pushed her shoulders down to meet the hard, smooth surface of the desk. Their owner was leaning over her with shallow breath.
They were smooth but quick hands. They gravitated toward the silver clasp at the base of her neck, flicking it open before Hermione could blink. She attempted to wriggle free of they heavy robes, but he shoved her shoulders back down and pinned her back against the desk.
"No, Miss Granger," he whispered softly, "If it's punishment that the Hogwarts Head Girl wants, then punishment she shall get." The Potions Master's smirk was looming down at her. Hermione's chest was rising and falling rapidly in time with her deep breaths. He kept her arms trapped at her sides in an almost painful grasp.
//Oh SHIT,// she thought to herself. //This is not good.// While an extremely erotic reprimand was all that she wanted from Snape right then, he seemed to have lost his mind. There was a devilish gleam in his eye that worried her, not for herself, for-well. yes. Now that she thought about it, she *was* a bit worried for herself. She had never seen him without his mask of calm over his features, and now he had her feeling like a small and furry rodent trapped in the jaws of a snake.
Her arms were lifted above her and then pinned against the desk, directly above her head with one of his hands. She saw him lift his wand with the other and something to the degree of *Bloody HELL* went racing through Hermione's mind. A long, black cord shot from the point of his wand and wrapped itself tightly around the tender flesh of her wrists, securing them together and then fastening them to the desk above her horizontal form.
When she looked up to her professor, he was looking at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
//So, he really is insane!//
She didn't have long to contemplate the somewhat satisfying situation that she had gotten herself into. With another swish and flick of his wand, her robes disappeared. Thankful that she had come up with the courage to dress in something rather sexy earlier that morning, she was left writhing on Snape's desk in a black halter top and a dark green short skirt.
The expression on his face was priceless. His jaw dropped for just one second before he snapped it back up, and then raised his eyebrow in surprise.
"Well, well, well." He trailed a finger from her throat down to her plunging neckline between her breasts. "What an interesting development we have here. Little Miss Know-It-All has a dark side. Who would have guessed?" The low baritone of his voice combined with the chill at the loss of her robes sent a shiver through her body.
Hermione glared at him for the insult. Snape let out a chuckle and smirked at her display of irritation.
"Your eyes could kill someone with those daggers," he whispered. "Do try and restrain yourself."
She felt his fingers start to move. They ran over the side of her ribcage, and she could feel his palm at the soft indent of her waist. He felt delicious. When he reached the bare smooth expanse of her leg below her skirt, her stomach got a heavy, lusty feeling in the pit of her stomach, and tingles raced through her chest.
"Mmmm," she moaned, shifting her body around under his touch.
Another chuckle, and Snape leaned over her and chewed lightly on her ear. "Tasty," he murmured softly next to her.
She struggled with the cord around her wrists, wanting to be free to return his advances, but it was in vain. A whimper escaped her throat and then she let out her breath in frustration.
Snape backed up and looked down at her in satisfaction. "Miss Granger, I must say that I like you more this way, when I know exactly where you are."
"You didn't like my surprise during your class today, Professor?" Hermione asked, mock hurt in her voice. But despite her attempt to keep a straight face, she had to give way to a grin.
"You, Miss Granger, should have been sorted into Slytherin." and with that statement, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his.
~ Raven @----
Chapter 11-
With the Potions Master staring at her like that, Hermione could only come up with one answer.
"Yes," she said simply.
With disbelief written on his features, he shoved her further backward, until she stumbled back and ended up sitting on his desk. He advanced on her, eyes blazing. Papers and the like were tossed aside as she slowly retreated, sliding backwards across his desk.
His black hair was disheveled, and his mouth was contorted into an unbalanced smile. Hermione felt his cool fingers close around the base of her ankle and jerk her towards him. She slid until her legs dangled off the edge of the desk, the Potions Master stationed between them.
"You know, Miss Granger," he purred in a dangerous tone, "if you keep pulling stunts like that, you are going to find yourself in trouble."
Hermione didn't respond except to gaze at him with all of the confidence that she could muster. Her honey-colored hair was falling into her face, mussed from the fabric of the cloak she had been under moments before.
Snape lifted a finger and leaned towards her, slowly tracing his way down the soft flesh of her neck and pushing the light material of her sleeve off her shoulder. "And, I don't think that Hogwarts' Head Girl should be getting into too much trouble, do you?" His touch was making chills run down Hermione's body. He had slowly drawn so near her that she was mere inches from his face, feeling his whispers roll of his lips. "Because, Miss Granger, if this trouble persists," he continued, "I may have to *punish* you."
With his last two words, he swiftly leaned forward, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder. He was soft, but then Hermione felt a sharp pain as he bit down fiercely; leaving a mark, she was sure.
She cried out at the unexpected bite, and she could feel his responding shudder through his robes. Raising her thighs, she brushed them higher along the outside of his. Hermione could feel herself tingling inside at the intimate contact, even if there was still clothing between them.
Her fingers whispered through the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, and she pulled him to her. Hermione darted the tip of her tongue along the cold shell of his ear.
"Then punish me," she murmured sensually. She smiled into him as she felt his eyebrows shoot upwards against her. The professor wasted no time. Before she knew it, two hands had pushed her shoulders down to meet the hard, smooth surface of the desk. Their owner was leaning over her with shallow breath.
They were smooth but quick hands. They gravitated toward the silver clasp at the base of her neck, flicking it open before Hermione could blink. She attempted to wriggle free of they heavy robes, but he shoved her shoulders back down and pinned her back against the desk.
"No, Miss Granger," he whispered softly, "If it's punishment that the Hogwarts Head Girl wants, then punishment she shall get." The Potions Master's smirk was looming down at her. Hermione's chest was rising and falling rapidly in time with her deep breaths. He kept her arms trapped at her sides in an almost painful grasp.
//Oh SHIT,// she thought to herself. //This is not good.// While an extremely erotic reprimand was all that she wanted from Snape right then, he seemed to have lost his mind. There was a devilish gleam in his eye that worried her, not for herself, for-well. yes. Now that she thought about it, she *was* a bit worried for herself. She had never seen him without his mask of calm over his features, and now he had her feeling like a small and furry rodent trapped in the jaws of a snake.
Her arms were lifted above her and then pinned against the desk, directly above her head with one of his hands. She saw him lift his wand with the other and something to the degree of *Bloody HELL* went racing through Hermione's mind. A long, black cord shot from the point of his wand and wrapped itself tightly around the tender flesh of her wrists, securing them together and then fastening them to the desk above her horizontal form.
When she looked up to her professor, he was looking at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
//So, he really is insane!//
She didn't have long to contemplate the somewhat satisfying situation that she had gotten herself into. With another swish and flick of his wand, her robes disappeared. Thankful that she had come up with the courage to dress in something rather sexy earlier that morning, she was left writhing on Snape's desk in a black halter top and a dark green short skirt.
The expression on his face was priceless. His jaw dropped for just one second before he snapped it back up, and then raised his eyebrow in surprise.
"Well, well, well." He trailed a finger from her throat down to her plunging neckline between her breasts. "What an interesting development we have here. Little Miss Know-It-All has a dark side. Who would have guessed?" The low baritone of his voice combined with the chill at the loss of her robes sent a shiver through her body.
Hermione glared at him for the insult. Snape let out a chuckle and smirked at her display of irritation.
"Your eyes could kill someone with those daggers," he whispered. "Do try and restrain yourself."
She felt his fingers start to move. They ran over the side of her ribcage, and she could feel his palm at the soft indent of her waist. He felt delicious. When he reached the bare smooth expanse of her leg below her skirt, her stomach got a heavy, lusty feeling in the pit of her stomach, and tingles raced through her chest.
"Mmmm," she moaned, shifting her body around under his touch.
Another chuckle, and Snape leaned over her and chewed lightly on her ear. "Tasty," he murmured softly next to her.
She struggled with the cord around her wrists, wanting to be free to return his advances, but it was in vain. A whimper escaped her throat and then she let out her breath in frustration.
Snape backed up and looked down at her in satisfaction. "Miss Granger, I must say that I like you more this way, when I know exactly where you are."
"You didn't like my surprise during your class today, Professor?" Hermione asked, mock hurt in her voice. But despite her attempt to keep a straight face, she had to give way to a grin.
"You, Miss Granger, should have been sorted into Slytherin." and with that statement, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his.