Deliver me 19- who else

A/N_ OK, I realize the last chapter was pretty weak but I wasn't really going for a cliffhanger, just, well I guess minor irritation. Sorry if it disappointed. I hope this new one makes up for it.

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Hermione looked forward to her first real day of school. She enjoyed learning so much, she hated that she hadn't tried to continue her education while she was with Draco, she was just constantly trying to get him to continue his. He never went to college and Hermione didn't want him to waste his potential. Hermione suddenly got an image of him with some nameless faceless girl, playing house. Kissing her the way he had kissed Hermione, hugging her. The comfortable things you do when you are married. Gods how she missed that. Well she couldn't care now. She only cared about her and her children's education.

Persephone cam running up to her just as she was going in the potions building. She was dripping with sweat and looked exhausted. Hermione cast a cooling and drying charm on her. Persephone let out a contented sigh.

"Thanks, I'm not so good with charms. Plus if I kept one on me while I was in dance class, my teacher would work me harder. He insists on seeing us sweat."

"Why do you do it?"

"What dance in the muggle world? Wizards have no appreciating for the arts. I love dance, I can't live without it. It's like air for me. Without dance I would die." Hermione was speechless. She had never heard anyone speak so passionately about, well anything. It seemed wizards lacked the passion that artists have. She smiled at the girl.

"We better get inside, if this potions teacher is anything like my old one, he won't like tardy students." They ran to the classroom to find that the doors were locked. "Shit! Sorry, I can't believe I'm late for my first day in potions."

"Advanced potions." Hermione snarled at her, she put her hands up in a sign of submission. Hermione stalked around to the other rooms looking for a way in. She went in to the lecture room and walked back to the door the aid had come out of. It was unlocked.

"Maybe we can get in through here. Hermione walked in with Persephone close behind, they saw another door where they thought the other class should be. Hermione went and opened it. Sure enough she could see the class. She was hoping they could sneak to their seats. When they walked out the door Hermione was faced with the back side of her new professor, and what a backside it was. Hermione never had the opportunity to appreciate a really nice ass. Draco's had been non-existent, she had never really seen Harry or Ron's, and when she had the chance to, she had never thought of it like that. Now, however, she was faced with one of the nicest derriere's she had ever seen, clothed in black slacks, what did the Americans call them? Dockers. With a white oxford over some pretty broad shoulders, a black ponytail hanging down his back and the confident posture that only a professor has, Hermione was in shock, but not for long. He began turning toward them and she saw the arm of a pair of glasses, the hands of a potions god and the profile of Snape.

"Merlins balls." Hermione slapped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. He gave her a piercing stare.

"Indeed. Ms. Granger and Ms. Miles I presume. Please take your seats and I do not allow tardiness."

"Excuse me Professor." Persephone had walked up to him, Hermione was trying her best to tell her to hush. Snape just gave her one of his patented how dare you looks, but to her credit Persephone didn't back down. "We discussed my situation before the semester started and you understood that I was coming from all the way across campus in the muggle part."

"Ah yes, the ... Muggle dancer turned witch. I said I would excuse your wardrobe." Here he looked her up and down, "I never said you were allowed to be late." Persephone was about to get herself in a big mess of trouble when Hermione stepped in.

"Professor Snape", she waited for him to turn to her and he did although very slowly, by my watch we still had five minutes. I hate to be a stickler," She could almost here him saying no you don't, "but I'm fairly sure that our watches, mine and yours," she stressed the pronouns greatly, "are on the same time."

"My time is the Oxford college time, I don't know what time you are on ... However, I will excuse it this once. Do not be late again, either of you." They trotted off to the last table left open, it was off to the side but very well set up, with a good view of the professor. They sat down and took their parchments and quills out. One of the guys behind them leaned forward.

"He did close the doors early. We even told him it was early." Hermione stared at him, she knew he had seen her waiting and did it on purpose. She tried to put it out of her mind and concentrate on the lesson.



She was glad to find out that her new counter-part was no Neville Longbottom. She was quite good. Hermione noticed how she seemed to dance when she moved, even when chopping. They were making a sensitivity potion, Hermione remembered studying about it when she was at Hogwarts. You weren't allowed to make it at school because of the underlying potential. Sex and Pain. Two things they tried to keep out of Hogwarts. True to form Snape let them know they would be testing each others potions. She was close to be done with the first part of hers when she felt a hand graze her shoulders. The electric contact caused her to shudder and she knew without turning around who had touched her. Then in a silky drawl they heard right next to their ears,

"How are my lovely ladies doing?" Hermione bit her tongue from saying anything that might affect her grade. She was fairly sure he couldn't take away house points. However she couldn't resist a poke at him about the glasses. He moved away from Persephone and kneeled down right next to her. His mouth so close to her ear she could feel the warm breath rushing past her lobe.

"I assure you Ms. Granger," He hissed ever so slightly on the Ms. "They are medi-witch prescribed. I'll show you." Before she could protest she felt his arms slipping over her head and the glasses lowering down on her nose. His hands swept back away from her face, brushing against her cheeks and under her hair. She could feel his fingertips on the back of her neck, lightly playing with her hair and rubbing circles on her skin. It wasn't until he began speaking again that she realized her eyes were closed. "My glasses are legitimate and so is my class, maybe you should keep an eye on that potion, we wouldn't want to make Ms. Miles sick before her rehearsal. He had moved close enough to her ear now that she could feel his bottom lip when he would talk. It was rubbing lightly against her earlobe and she found herself trying to lean into him. He brushed his fingertips across her collarbone and back up to her face and grabbed his glasses, letting his pinkies stay in contact with her skin until he had removed the glasses. He then stood up and walked back to the front of the class. I'm afraid our time together is almost over, stabilize your potions and cover them. The class will be warded until you come back tomorrow, your potions will be safe. Do not be late tomorrow ladies."

The girls headed out of the classroom first, having stabilized theirs the quickest. Persephone and Hermione swapped their phone numbers, being that they both lived in the muggle world and went their separate ways. Hermione walked to the apparition point in a daze. She didn't think she would need the sensitivity potion. All she had to have was Snape to be extra-sensitive. It had never been like that with, um, what was his name? Oh yes Draco.