July 31, 2000

Greetings! It has been awhile since I have informed you of how my plan is progressing. I had told myself that I would withhold all entries until something of significance had occurred. So, guess why I am writing today?

I touched him, on the thigh. I did it with confidence and just a hint of pressure. I wanted to make sure that he knew it was me. It occurred during a special dinner for Harry's Birthday. He also called me on it. Read on…

Harry and Ron arrived two days ago to celebrate Harry's Birthday with me. We spent our first day in Hogsmeade. We caught up on recent events in our lives and I took a chance, a really big chance. I told them. Yes, you read that right. I went against every fiber of my being and I told them.

There I was, sitting and drinking butterbeer, listening to Ron fill us in on his love life (quite the exuberant fellow I might add too); when Harry interjected a question about my lack of a love life.

My first instinct was to pretend I had not heard, but it seemed that after the topic was broached; neither Harry nor Ron was willing to let it go.

So, I found myself explaining my plan in some detail as well as whom it was being utilized.

At first, they were not too impressed. In fact, one might even say they suffered, momentarily, from shock. Instead of waiting for their ability to speak to return, I enthusiastically informed them of why I was convinced this was the perfect idea.

It took a while and a lot of explaining, but I eventually got through to Harry. I don't think I'd say he is as ecstatic as I am, but he can accept that I believe this union will make me happy. Ron, well, I never really had any hope. At least I got him to stop calling him a "greasy git." Some semblance of progress, don't you think?

After the discussion, Ron returned to Hogwarts. He claimed he needed a nap, ate too much, but I'm not ignorant. He couldn't stomach what I was about to do next.

I figured since I was in Hogsmeade, I would go ahead and pick up the items I need for the execution of phase two. My next stop was---a visit to the lingerie store for the modern witch.

Wondering where Harry is? You got it in one! I talked him into joining me. Don't ask me how cause I can't tell. No, I mean I really don't know, I swear!

Regardless, he was a huge help. He gave me insight to the modern wizard.

I asked him questions about what he finds stimulating intellectually and physically. I am pleased to state that only a few revelations occurred. Once again, my understanding of the male psyche assured myself that I was on the right path to seduce my former Professor.

What did I add to my arsenal, you wonder? I purchased some very interesting items from the magical world of sexual enhancement (pun intended, of course) devices.

Item number one: A topical potion, when used on both lovers, creates a sensory bond. Thus, the bond allows each lover to feel their tactile sensations and the tactile sensations of their partner; sounds interesting not only from a purely educational perspective, but also from the baser, mind-blowing sexual perspective.

Item number two: An oldie but a goodie, is a mini bondage set made for the masochistic beginner complete with the ever important handcuffs. We don't want him getting away now do we?

Item number three: A potion, taken orally by women, that causes the female to experience weightlessness for more –umm- advanced sexual positions. This product is really quite fascinating as it works only for women due to the magical bonding of the potion, infused with a levitation charm, to high levels of Estrogen, but I digress.

I think the latter is the one I most look forward to using. I wonder if you agree.

Soon, Harry and I found ourselves back at our alma mater eating dinner at the Head Table. Although, Dumbledore had made a few changes to spice up the décor for Harry's birthday; several new additions included a round Head Table decorated with golden, lightening bolt-shaped confetti, an ice sculpture of a lightening bolt that randomly flashed much like the muggle strobe lights and the cake; one guess as to what it looked like.

Harry helped me assure that I sat beside "my prey." Once again, Severus was on my right, but this night found Dumbledore on my left and proved to be the source of quite an interesting night.

Dinner began with Severus arriving at the last moment as if he did not want our company any longer than he must. As he sat, I once again spoke my greeting and waited for his snide remark. He did not disappoint.

Dumbledore engaged me in a conversation about my collegiate adventures and how I felt about what I had learned. I guess that I should make you aware that I graduated top of my class from the Magical Institute of Learning an entire year early.

As I was speaking with Albus, Harry caught my eye and slightly nodded his head towards Severus. It seemed that Severus had ended his short, staccato diatribe with Sirius, thank the gods. Male pissing contests really do get old very quickly.

Apparently Dumbledore (omniscient, as always) saw Harry's nod, and quickly ended our conversation with a wink. Blasted man, he always makes me doubt my understanding of the male psyche. I politely smile and wink back. Then, I turn towards my goal.

Earlier, while dressing for dinner, I had had a mental conversation with myself; strongly reminding myself of my personal expectations to be Severus' new lover by September first. I spent about thirty minutes mentally psyching myself that I really needed to start making serious progress.

So, now I find myself in the perfect situation to move from visual to tactile. I move.

I lightly place my hand on Severus' upper thigh, lean in close and ask politely (and with a touch of innocence, men LOVE that) for the salt.  Severus is immediately responsive to my touch. I feel him tense and become still. Then, he very mechanically and rigidly acquires the salt and places it to the right of my plate. I gently squeeze his thigh and relay my thanks.

He stiltedly nodded in acknowledgement.

I felt, at this point, I needed to give him a moment to recover, so I turned towards Harry and Sirius and inquired about their plans post Harry's Birthday. They filled the necessary interim, so that I could continue my torture of one, Severus Snape. Why do I feel the need to tell you that I really want to cackle evilly? Oh well, no matter…

My next plan for the evening was to get him alone and spark his mind (shame on you, get your mind out of the proverbial gutter!).

As soon as it was possible, I followed Severus out of the dining hall. He really is quite the speed walker and his gait is enormous. I found myself running to recover the lost distance.

I called his name and saw him slightly falter in his purposeful stride, but he quickly recovered. He turned with his trademark flair sending his robes billowing in the most arousing way. Yes, I admit it. This man made me a nymphomaniac. I wanted him anywhere at anytime. Gods, I was so wet. And then, he spoke with that silky drawl that had my nerves responding as if I had been lightly caressed by his long elegant fingers. I really am beginning to think the man could make me orgasm just by speaking my name over and over; but, once again, I find myself digressing.

"Severus," I said, "I would like to invite you to my rooms on Friday night. I am having a poetry reading. I thought you might like to join."

If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was momentarily shocked, but it passed so quickly I knew I must have been mistaken.

"Miss Granger, your attempts at seduction are really most obvious. Then again, Gryffindors are hardly known for their subtlety are they? Good night."

He turned and left. He had left me wanting more and he knew it! Bloody Hell, he had turned the blasted tables on me.

So, here I am writing this down, suffering in my own conceived hell of wanting. I will prevail! I am not giving up. I'll just need to change my tactics; as they say, all is fair in love and war.