He picked up a scrub and began soaping in his body, a bit more furiously
then he usually would have, the force almost painful as stood speculating.
Hermione was theoretically not a child anymore, and definitely not
underage; though he never regarded any of his students with any sense of
lust, he would have to be a monk not to notice how the girls in his
classroom were transforming into women before him.
Was it possible? What other options were there? He could had gotten so drunk that he had politely invited one of his least favoured student for a friendly sleep-over at his place; she, being too drunk to think rationally and reject his offer, could have gotten undressed along with him and slipped under the covers, where they both had a polite and friendly hug before falling asleep beside each other?. Now, that was just plain ridiculous, and he was convinced that if he was drunk enough to do that, he was drunk enough to..
"Oh Merlin No.."
He winced in disgust.
"....I slept with a student!"
~~~*~~~
When he exited the bathroom, he had hoped to see Hermione in her student robes, which would perhaps have made their conversation a tad easier. On his return, however, the sight of her, naked, covered in his personal bed sheets and situated on his bed, caused some of the established control to fade, and he found himself nearly struck anew with panic.
"I can find neither my clothes or yours, Professor Snape", she'd replied in
her normally 'lecturing' tone of voice. In response, Snape straightened his
posture.
"Well, I can't be bothered with this right now.." he growled, shooting her a look of disapproval, before heading over to the bookshelf where their wands lay. One tap on the chin, another on the hair, and with the correct set of mumbled words, had rendered him shaved and dry before he threw her wand on the bed.
"Do you think yourself capable of transforming those sheets into something that could possibly resemble your school robes? Your current attire is hardly what I would call appropriate" he snapped. Before she could reply, he had swept out through his door, leaving her a little puzzled.
She got up and untangled herself from the bed clothes, draping them over one side of the bed, feeling still quite awkward as this was a first attempt at transfiguration in the nude. Creating a garment wasn't the hardest of tasks if you had some cloth ready; she had been taught to do so in her fourth year. She needed a picture though, and there was none up on display except a tattered old photo of some potion master showing off an antidote, next to what was, surprisingly, a framed and autographed Quidditch game card. From the 70's of "Doug 'speedy' Diago", a famous chaser that Ron and Harry occasionally went raving about, she recalled.
She opened several drawers, finding little else there but boxer shorts and socks, in colours covering the grey scale, with the occasional blue sock thrown in for variety. In the bottom drawer was a seemingly unused polka dotted pair of socks next to a small gift card featuring some dancing snowmen and the words 'marry Christmas Severus, lots of twinkles, Albus Dumbledore'. She moved to the next set of drawers, having far more luck this time when finding in the third drawer down two, shoe boxes, which held a collection various of old and new photos.
She sat her naked self on the umber coloured rug and spread the pictures out before her. Most were in colour; some were in black and white. None seemed particularly muggle-like, for they waved, smiled, and walked about. Most featured strangers; she found only a few of Severus himself, but on three or four occasions she came across pictures with a rather shy looking boy, about her age in his school robes, his hair still the same length as it was now and just as greasy. Looking more intently at the pictures, she found herself bursting into laughter when she noticed how he somewhat resembled a long haired Victor Krum..
"What do you think you are doing? What you laughing at?!", a voice thundered from the doorway. A startled Hermione leapt up to her feet, which exposed her full naked frame; she let out a loud whimper and sank back down to the floor, desperately trying to cover her naked flesh with her hands.
For the second time in one morning, Snape found himself again lost for words; though his lower lip wobbled like a mad goldfish in it's attempt to form them. He discarded the pewter tray he held which contained two smoking goblets, and he turned his back to her so she was out of his sight.
"Why haven't you done as I said, and how dare you go through my personal belongings!", he shouted.
"I.. I.. am sorry professor, I needed a photo and.."
"Quiet! Get in the bathroom now!", he snapped, "and don't show yourself before I say so!"
Hermione leapt to her feet as if they were on fire, and vanished into the bathroom.
"Why do I have to do everything myself!", he moaned.
A tired Snape rubbed his forehead yet again and reached for one of the goblets, downing the substance in one go with a grunt.
"Merlin..." he growled again, moving over to the area where she had been seated, struggling to keep the image of her naked shape from his already distorted mind. He frowned, gathering the pictures and stuffing them back in the shoe box, and halted at the one she had been looking at in particular. He had been in his sixth year, and it had been taken before a Quidditch match. He'd been a Keeper for Slytherin, and not a bad one either, he admitted; but it was all past, and none of her business. He fished out a picture of a Slytherin girl in her robes and shoved the box back into the drawer, shutting it.
Transfiguration was never his strong point, but then it only had to resemble the school uniform enough for her to return to her room without raising too much suspicion. He shook his wand and did a simple but familiar colouring spell, changing marine blue in to solid black. The rest was tedious work since he was hardly accustomed to making girly school robes from his bed sheets, but he slowly modelled the fabrics into something resembling a dress of a sort, transporting the image from the photo, into reality. However, it was far from where his mind was; he was thinking more in the line of: what should he do about Hermione Granger?
'well Hermione' he thought, 'looks like we just had sex; oh well, it happens. Be a good girl and don't tell anybody, and I'll give you extra consideration on your potions exam'. No, that just wouldn't do, and winced at the thought.
'There..'. It lacked the normal details, like the Hogwarts crest, but he was certain she could excuse that on the short trip from the dungeon to the Gryffindor tower. He knocked firmly on the bathroom door, and slipped the dress through the opening along with a pair of socks, and a pair of boxer-shorts.
Snape settled down into one of the liver coloured armchairs, before the lit fireplace, and downed a shot of whiskey while awaiting her return.
Hermione appeared shortly, wearing her improvised garment and feeling for the first time that day slightly decent. She forced an embarrassed smiled to her flustered and tearstained cheeks, moving with soft steps in to the centre of the room.
"Sit down!" he growled in a controlled tone, his expression far from welcoming, serious but no longer threatening. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, opening the whiskey bottle, but she shook her head, swallowed and replied
"No.. my head still hurts.." her voice more of a whimper then she intended. He made a grunt, and motioned with his hand towards the doorway.
"See that goblet over by the door?" he asked, pouring himself another shot of whiskey.
"Go and drink it, now"
"Uhm, What is it?"
"Save your questions for later Miss.Granger" he gruffly requested. "Just do as I ask, for once". He took a gulp of his drink, and watched as she cautiously moved towards the door and obediently sipped from the goblet. "All of it!" he barked, and she proceeded to drink the goblet's entire contents in one draught. Her nose wrinkled in disgust to the foul flavour. A strange tingle sensation flooded her brain, and she shuddered as it moved along the length of her spine, ridding her of any feel of ache or strain.
"Head better now?" he queried in a smug silky tone.
"Uh, yes professor.. thank you". She forced a faint smile.
"Now sit down; I believe we need to have a small talk.."
Was it possible? What other options were there? He could had gotten so drunk that he had politely invited one of his least favoured student for a friendly sleep-over at his place; she, being too drunk to think rationally and reject his offer, could have gotten undressed along with him and slipped under the covers, where they both had a polite and friendly hug before falling asleep beside each other?. Now, that was just plain ridiculous, and he was convinced that if he was drunk enough to do that, he was drunk enough to..
"Oh Merlin No.."
He winced in disgust.
"....I slept with a student!"
~~~*~~~
When he exited the bathroom, he had hoped to see Hermione in her student robes, which would perhaps have made their conversation a tad easier. On his return, however, the sight of her, naked, covered in his personal bed sheets and situated on his bed, caused some of the established control to fade, and he found himself nearly struck anew with panic.
"I can find neither my clothes or yours, Professor Snape", she'd replied in
her normally 'lecturing' tone of voice. In response, Snape straightened his
posture.
"Well, I can't be bothered with this right now.." he growled, shooting her a look of disapproval, before heading over to the bookshelf where their wands lay. One tap on the chin, another on the hair, and with the correct set of mumbled words, had rendered him shaved and dry before he threw her wand on the bed.
"Do you think yourself capable of transforming those sheets into something that could possibly resemble your school robes? Your current attire is hardly what I would call appropriate" he snapped. Before she could reply, he had swept out through his door, leaving her a little puzzled.
She got up and untangled herself from the bed clothes, draping them over one side of the bed, feeling still quite awkward as this was a first attempt at transfiguration in the nude. Creating a garment wasn't the hardest of tasks if you had some cloth ready; she had been taught to do so in her fourth year. She needed a picture though, and there was none up on display except a tattered old photo of some potion master showing off an antidote, next to what was, surprisingly, a framed and autographed Quidditch game card. From the 70's of "Doug 'speedy' Diago", a famous chaser that Ron and Harry occasionally went raving about, she recalled.
She opened several drawers, finding little else there but boxer shorts and socks, in colours covering the grey scale, with the occasional blue sock thrown in for variety. In the bottom drawer was a seemingly unused polka dotted pair of socks next to a small gift card featuring some dancing snowmen and the words 'marry Christmas Severus, lots of twinkles, Albus Dumbledore'. She moved to the next set of drawers, having far more luck this time when finding in the third drawer down two, shoe boxes, which held a collection various of old and new photos.
She sat her naked self on the umber coloured rug and spread the pictures out before her. Most were in colour; some were in black and white. None seemed particularly muggle-like, for they waved, smiled, and walked about. Most featured strangers; she found only a few of Severus himself, but on three or four occasions she came across pictures with a rather shy looking boy, about her age in his school robes, his hair still the same length as it was now and just as greasy. Looking more intently at the pictures, she found herself bursting into laughter when she noticed how he somewhat resembled a long haired Victor Krum..
"What do you think you are doing? What you laughing at?!", a voice thundered from the doorway. A startled Hermione leapt up to her feet, which exposed her full naked frame; she let out a loud whimper and sank back down to the floor, desperately trying to cover her naked flesh with her hands.
For the second time in one morning, Snape found himself again lost for words; though his lower lip wobbled like a mad goldfish in it's attempt to form them. He discarded the pewter tray he held which contained two smoking goblets, and he turned his back to her so she was out of his sight.
"Why haven't you done as I said, and how dare you go through my personal belongings!", he shouted.
"I.. I.. am sorry professor, I needed a photo and.."
"Quiet! Get in the bathroom now!", he snapped, "and don't show yourself before I say so!"
Hermione leapt to her feet as if they were on fire, and vanished into the bathroom.
"Why do I have to do everything myself!", he moaned.
A tired Snape rubbed his forehead yet again and reached for one of the goblets, downing the substance in one go with a grunt.
"Merlin..." he growled again, moving over to the area where she had been seated, struggling to keep the image of her naked shape from his already distorted mind. He frowned, gathering the pictures and stuffing them back in the shoe box, and halted at the one she had been looking at in particular. He had been in his sixth year, and it had been taken before a Quidditch match. He'd been a Keeper for Slytherin, and not a bad one either, he admitted; but it was all past, and none of her business. He fished out a picture of a Slytherin girl in her robes and shoved the box back into the drawer, shutting it.
Transfiguration was never his strong point, but then it only had to resemble the school uniform enough for her to return to her room without raising too much suspicion. He shook his wand and did a simple but familiar colouring spell, changing marine blue in to solid black. The rest was tedious work since he was hardly accustomed to making girly school robes from his bed sheets, but he slowly modelled the fabrics into something resembling a dress of a sort, transporting the image from the photo, into reality. However, it was far from where his mind was; he was thinking more in the line of: what should he do about Hermione Granger?
'well Hermione' he thought, 'looks like we just had sex; oh well, it happens. Be a good girl and don't tell anybody, and I'll give you extra consideration on your potions exam'. No, that just wouldn't do, and winced at the thought.
'There..'. It lacked the normal details, like the Hogwarts crest, but he was certain she could excuse that on the short trip from the dungeon to the Gryffindor tower. He knocked firmly on the bathroom door, and slipped the dress through the opening along with a pair of socks, and a pair of boxer-shorts.
Snape settled down into one of the liver coloured armchairs, before the lit fireplace, and downed a shot of whiskey while awaiting her return.
Hermione appeared shortly, wearing her improvised garment and feeling for the first time that day slightly decent. She forced an embarrassed smiled to her flustered and tearstained cheeks, moving with soft steps in to the centre of the room.
"Sit down!" he growled in a controlled tone, his expression far from welcoming, serious but no longer threatening. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, opening the whiskey bottle, but she shook her head, swallowed and replied
"No.. my head still hurts.." her voice more of a whimper then she intended. He made a grunt, and motioned with his hand towards the doorway.
"See that goblet over by the door?" he asked, pouring himself another shot of whiskey.
"Go and drink it, now"
"Uhm, What is it?"
"Save your questions for later Miss.Granger" he gruffly requested. "Just do as I ask, for once". He took a gulp of his drink, and watched as she cautiously moved towards the door and obediently sipped from the goblet. "All of it!" he barked, and she proceeded to drink the goblet's entire contents in one draught. Her nose wrinkled in disgust to the foul flavour. A strange tingle sensation flooded her brain, and she shuddered as it moved along the length of her spine, ridding her of any feel of ache or strain.
"Head better now?" he queried in a smug silky tone.
"Uh, yes professor.. thank you". She forced a faint smile.
"Now sit down; I believe we need to have a small talk.."