Thou Shalt Not Touch the Students…
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Severus,
Draco Malfoy has informed me that Hermione Granger did not attend Potions this afternoon. She is presently on her way to your office to apologise and make up the class.
Though I am sure I do not need to ask you of all people, please do not go easy on her. Being Head Girl she has to set an example for the rest of the school. Truancy is not to be tolerated.
Minerva
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Professor McGonagall
I am currently preoccupied with more pressing matters than your insolent students. Miss Granger can make up her potion in the ample free time she will undoubtedly have in class tomorrow.
Professor Snape
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Severus
Playing Doctor Frankenstein in the dungeons does not constitute busy, nor does it take precedence over the students' education.
Minerva
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Dearest Minerva
Whilst your disregard for my research is quite insulting, it is yet to be expected. I shall, however, be pleased to inform my monster that there will be no need to create him a wife, I shall simply send him in the direction of you quarters.
Professor Snape
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Right, well that pile of utter nonsense has at least succeeded in wasting some time, yet as I owl my final response I can feel my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Is thirty-nine too young for a heart attack? It would at least get me out of my current predicament. I do not wish to see Hermione – not because I don't want to (Merlin, I want to!). It is because I don't trust myself within 30 feet of her.
I slept very little last night, and the small nap I did get was haunted by visions of Albus, Minerva and Hermione's parents accusing me of corrupting their golden girl.
Not that it matters – I have obviously hurt Hermione's feelings. I'll be lucky if she ever turns up to class again. Of course, that could be better – less tempted by that which you cannot see. Then again, her absence today didn't make a damned bit of difference to my need. If anything her absence heightened my awareness of her.
There is a hesitant tap on my door. Crap.
"Yes?" Damn it. My voice hardly resonates with authority. Wouldn't scare a blessed fly with that tone, Severus you fool.
Suddenly many, many answers all flood my mind. All the ways I could have gotten out of this, all too late now. I could've ignored Minerva's letters. I could've just left Hogwarts for the evening. Could've gone down to Hogsmeade and drowned my self pity and disgust in firewhiskey. Could've bought myself sexual satisfaction from one of the women desperate for a few sickles. Not that it would've worked. I tried that last night, and instead of feeling satisfied afterwards, my need for a woman to love and who loves me was just intensified.
Not that Hermione loves me. Merlin, I don't even know if she wants me at all. Yes, she returned my kiss. Yes, she did moan. But that was just a bloody natural reaction. Perhaps it wasn't even a moan of desire, more one of disgust. Perhaps she just tolerated the whole bloody thing in hope of continuing her perfect grades.
My office door creaks open and Hermione is standing there staring at the floor. Gods, she can't even stand to look at me.
"Miss Granger?" I ask, breaking the silence.
"Sorry Sir," she mutters at her feet.
God Bloody Fucking Dammit! Time to take control. Just ignore what has happened; continue on like all is normal. Imagine she is Potter. That should do it.
"Very well. Proceed to the classroom. Start preparing a sleeping draught. I shall be there presently."
I shall be needing that draught tonight.
She turns and leaves silently. I take a moment to pull myself together. I was a bloody Death Eater. I have dealt with much worse than this. Yet nothing has ever made me feel so guilty yet so desperate with need.
Right, Severus the Bastard, where are you? I stalk out of my office and across the hall to the class. Hermione is slicing the required herbs and roots perfectly.
"Exact halves you silly girl!" I snap at her. Ah, there's Severus the Bastard. Glad he returned from his little leave of absence. You chose a brilliant time to go AWOL you git.
Hermione stares at me, her mouth opening as if to stay something, but she snaps it shut obviously thinking better of it and returns to her work. I begin pacing the room as she continues, hoping to hurry her along. Quicker I can get her out of here the better. I'm doing well though. I'm in control. Honest.
She is working so well. Her potion is perfect at this point. Her petite frame is moving ever so slightly as she stirs the contents of the cauldron. Oops, slipping there. Time to say something nasty.
"Miss Granger, the cauldron is far to hot. How bloody stupid are you girl?"
There, that did it. But wait, her shoulders are shaking. I catch an almost inaudible sob. Oh, crap. I've made her cry. Bloody Fucking Merlin. You are a bastard Severus – taking out your own lack of self-control and stupidity on the one person you love.
The one person I what?
No, surely not.
"Miss Gran…Hermione?" I ask hesitantly. Comforting sobbing girls has never been my strong point, believe it or not.
"What?!" she snaps, her head flying around. Her eyes are moist but burning with fury. This is not the reaction I expected.
"I am sorry." There, it's said. Now, let's move on.
"For what, precisely? For calling me stupid? Merlin, Snape, I know I'm not stupid. Perhaps you're apologising for yesterday?" her tone is sharp and accusing. I am taken aback. However…
"I do believe I owe you an apology for yesterday. My behavior was utterly appalling. I should not have taken advantage of the situation or of you…"
Fuck me, did I just apologise to someone? Merlin, must have it bad.
"Advantage? Advantage?!" Her voice comes out shrill – almost hysterical. "Fuck you! You think I'm not capable of making my own decisions? I have never been so insulted in all my life!"
Oookay.
"Hermione, I am your professor and as such I have no business…"
"Did you mean it?" she interrupts my explanation. Just as well. I really didn't know where I was going with that. Did I mean it?
"What?"
"You know what."
Indeed I do, but some clarification would've given me a little time to think. Yes/No Yes/No. Perhaps. Oh, come off it Severus, you meant every delicious moment of it.
"It makes no difference," I finally say. "It was inappropriate."
Hermione scowls at me and then turns back to her potion.
The moments pass like decades. I continue to stalk the classroom behind her, not wanting her to see what a mess she's turned me in to.
"Done!" she finally snaps.
I step up behind her to look over her brew. Bad, bad move. She's too close now. I can smell her soft perfume mixed in with the scent of her. I can see the creamy bare skin of her neck. I find myself wrapping my arms around her waist and my lips grazing the flesh below her ear. I have to stop this. I know I do. But I haven't the will power.
"Stop me, Hermione," I beg against her ear.
She moves her head allowing me further access to her sweet skin.
"Hermione, please!"
She responds my stepping back against me, pressing her body tightly against mine. I can feel the heat emanating from her. She shifts against me and she will be in absolutely no doubt now as to how aroused I am.
"You have to go." My words are far from forceful now. I've caved. I don't care. She wants me!
"Not this time." Her voice is soft yet definite. Merlin, she wants me!
I know it is wrong, but it's too late now. I reach around and lift her chin with my hand, turning her head so that I can capture her lips. She returns my kiss again, but with even more need and desire than the last one. My hands slide up her body to caress her sides. I brush passed the outer edge of her breasts and she sighs softly against my mouth. That's it. That's all it took.
I spin her around to face me, never once breaking contact with her lips. It is only now that it hits me precisely how tiny she is. She's a good foot shorter than I am and that just won't do. I slide my hands under her thighs and pick her up so she is at my level. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and moans. Definitely a moan of desire. No doubts this time.
I find myself pinning her against the stone wall, my lips sliding from hers to tease her neck again. I nip at the skin then sooth it with my tongue. She is bucking against me, and suddenly our clothes are much too constricting. I need to feel her against me. I need to feel her around me. Gods, I just need her. I don't have time for niceties. I somehow manage to keep her from sliding down the wall while I pull out my wand. I mange four spells in what has to be record time. The door is now locked, the room is now silenced and Merlin, Hermione's bare flesh is pressed up against my own. She is so warm, so soft and silky.
"Now!" she whimpers against my ear. "I need you now!"
I so want to. I have never wanted to do anything in my life so badly before. But there is one little issue I need to clear up first.
"Are you a virgin?" I growl, running my tongue along her collarbone. I will not be her first. I will not take that from her.
"What?" She suddenly stops moving. Okay, I know, right now wasn't really the moment to ask, but I have to know.
"TELL ME YOU ARE NOT A VIRGIN!"
Her head shakes ever so slightly. I plunge into her – that was all I needed to hear.
Gods, she's so wet – surely not because of me?
I am not going to last long here, not with her clenching around me, moaning softly against my ear.
I don't know if it's the angle this position requires or the fact that this is Hermione Granger, though I suspect the last, but I am getting so close now. I can barely contain myself.
But if I'm going to be pathetic enough not to control my desire for Hermione, I'll be damned if she can't at least enjoy it a little. I shift our bodies accordingly so I can reach down between us and rub the hard nub just above where our bodies meet.
"Oh, gods, Severus," she sighs.
She just said my name! Merlin it sounded so good! I give her clit just one more stroke and then she is writhing around me, her head flung back, her eyes clamped shut. She is chanting over and over…
"Gods, Severus, yes!"
Can't take it any longer. She is so wet, so hot and so bloody tight. And she is Hermione. And she wants me! I feel my orgasm fast approaching, the familiar tightness closing in.
"Hermione!" I shout, my voice echoing through the class, as I spill into her. I continue to thrust, drawing out both our orgasms until we are utterly exhausted.
Slowly I sink back into reality. My arms are shaking, my legs are shaking, my entire body aches. But Merlin, it was worth it.
Hermione's head is resting against my shoulder, her breath now starting to calm. My guilt seeps back in.
"I'm sorry," I mutter into her hair.
She looks up at me and grins. "I'm not."
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Thanks yous to…
Dragon Rose 4 – Thank you!
Annabelle Elizabeth – Cheers
Rachel – Thanks!
Dark Goddess – Better with every word? Ohhh *blushes*
Slainte – Oops, might have missed putting in the squiggly lines in that scene – shall go check it out when I get a minute….thanks!
Deb – THANK YOU! That's so sweet… :)
Jennifer13 – I'm afraid there are hard times to come for our wonderful Potions Master, but a little fun first ;)
Anarane Anwamane – Thanks!
Kate Guess – I'm a goddess? Goodness me! Thank you!
Strawberry Beaw – I believe you won't be too disappointed ;)
Flounder2 – Poor confused Sev… Thanks!
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Severus,
Draco Malfoy has informed me that Hermione Granger did not attend Potions this afternoon. She is presently on her way to your office to apologise and make up the class.
Though I am sure I do not need to ask you of all people, please do not go easy on her. Being Head Girl she has to set an example for the rest of the school. Truancy is not to be tolerated.
Minerva
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Professor McGonagall
I am currently preoccupied with more pressing matters than your insolent students. Miss Granger can make up her potion in the ample free time she will undoubtedly have in class tomorrow.
Professor Snape
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Severus
Playing Doctor Frankenstein in the dungeons does not constitute busy, nor does it take precedence over the students' education.
Minerva
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Dearest Minerva
Whilst your disregard for my research is quite insulting, it is yet to be expected. I shall, however, be pleased to inform my monster that there will be no need to create him a wife, I shall simply send him in the direction of you quarters.
Professor Snape
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Right, well that pile of utter nonsense has at least succeeded in wasting some time, yet as I owl my final response I can feel my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Is thirty-nine too young for a heart attack? It would at least get me out of my current predicament. I do not wish to see Hermione – not because I don't want to (Merlin, I want to!). It is because I don't trust myself within 30 feet of her.
I slept very little last night, and the small nap I did get was haunted by visions of Albus, Minerva and Hermione's parents accusing me of corrupting their golden girl.
Not that it matters – I have obviously hurt Hermione's feelings. I'll be lucky if she ever turns up to class again. Of course, that could be better – less tempted by that which you cannot see. Then again, her absence today didn't make a damned bit of difference to my need. If anything her absence heightened my awareness of her.
There is a hesitant tap on my door. Crap.
"Yes?" Damn it. My voice hardly resonates with authority. Wouldn't scare a blessed fly with that tone, Severus you fool.
Suddenly many, many answers all flood my mind. All the ways I could have gotten out of this, all too late now. I could've ignored Minerva's letters. I could've just left Hogwarts for the evening. Could've gone down to Hogsmeade and drowned my self pity and disgust in firewhiskey. Could've bought myself sexual satisfaction from one of the women desperate for a few sickles. Not that it would've worked. I tried that last night, and instead of feeling satisfied afterwards, my need for a woman to love and who loves me was just intensified.
Not that Hermione loves me. Merlin, I don't even know if she wants me at all. Yes, she returned my kiss. Yes, she did moan. But that was just a bloody natural reaction. Perhaps it wasn't even a moan of desire, more one of disgust. Perhaps she just tolerated the whole bloody thing in hope of continuing her perfect grades.
My office door creaks open and Hermione is standing there staring at the floor. Gods, she can't even stand to look at me.
"Miss Granger?" I ask, breaking the silence.
"Sorry Sir," she mutters at her feet.
God Bloody Fucking Dammit! Time to take control. Just ignore what has happened; continue on like all is normal. Imagine she is Potter. That should do it.
"Very well. Proceed to the classroom. Start preparing a sleeping draught. I shall be there presently."
I shall be needing that draught tonight.
She turns and leaves silently. I take a moment to pull myself together. I was a bloody Death Eater. I have dealt with much worse than this. Yet nothing has ever made me feel so guilty yet so desperate with need.
Right, Severus the Bastard, where are you? I stalk out of my office and across the hall to the class. Hermione is slicing the required herbs and roots perfectly.
"Exact halves you silly girl!" I snap at her. Ah, there's Severus the Bastard. Glad he returned from his little leave of absence. You chose a brilliant time to go AWOL you git.
Hermione stares at me, her mouth opening as if to stay something, but she snaps it shut obviously thinking better of it and returns to her work. I begin pacing the room as she continues, hoping to hurry her along. Quicker I can get her out of here the better. I'm doing well though. I'm in control. Honest.
She is working so well. Her potion is perfect at this point. Her petite frame is moving ever so slightly as she stirs the contents of the cauldron. Oops, slipping there. Time to say something nasty.
"Miss Granger, the cauldron is far to hot. How bloody stupid are you girl?"
There, that did it. But wait, her shoulders are shaking. I catch an almost inaudible sob. Oh, crap. I've made her cry. Bloody Fucking Merlin. You are a bastard Severus – taking out your own lack of self-control and stupidity on the one person you love.
The one person I what?
No, surely not.
"Miss Gran…Hermione?" I ask hesitantly. Comforting sobbing girls has never been my strong point, believe it or not.
"What?!" she snaps, her head flying around. Her eyes are moist but burning with fury. This is not the reaction I expected.
"I am sorry." There, it's said. Now, let's move on.
"For what, precisely? For calling me stupid? Merlin, Snape, I know I'm not stupid. Perhaps you're apologising for yesterday?" her tone is sharp and accusing. I am taken aback. However…
"I do believe I owe you an apology for yesterday. My behavior was utterly appalling. I should not have taken advantage of the situation or of you…"
Fuck me, did I just apologise to someone? Merlin, must have it bad.
"Advantage? Advantage?!" Her voice comes out shrill – almost hysterical. "Fuck you! You think I'm not capable of making my own decisions? I have never been so insulted in all my life!"
Oookay.
"Hermione, I am your professor and as such I have no business…"
"Did you mean it?" she interrupts my explanation. Just as well. I really didn't know where I was going with that. Did I mean it?
"What?"
"You know what."
Indeed I do, but some clarification would've given me a little time to think. Yes/No Yes/No. Perhaps. Oh, come off it Severus, you meant every delicious moment of it.
"It makes no difference," I finally say. "It was inappropriate."
Hermione scowls at me and then turns back to her potion.
The moments pass like decades. I continue to stalk the classroom behind her, not wanting her to see what a mess she's turned me in to.
"Done!" she finally snaps.
I step up behind her to look over her brew. Bad, bad move. She's too close now. I can smell her soft perfume mixed in with the scent of her. I can see the creamy bare skin of her neck. I find myself wrapping my arms around her waist and my lips grazing the flesh below her ear. I have to stop this. I know I do. But I haven't the will power.
"Stop me, Hermione," I beg against her ear.
She moves her head allowing me further access to her sweet skin.
"Hermione, please!"
She responds my stepping back against me, pressing her body tightly against mine. I can feel the heat emanating from her. She shifts against me and she will be in absolutely no doubt now as to how aroused I am.
"You have to go." My words are far from forceful now. I've caved. I don't care. She wants me!
"Not this time." Her voice is soft yet definite. Merlin, she wants me!
I know it is wrong, but it's too late now. I reach around and lift her chin with my hand, turning her head so that I can capture her lips. She returns my kiss again, but with even more need and desire than the last one. My hands slide up her body to caress her sides. I brush passed the outer edge of her breasts and she sighs softly against my mouth. That's it. That's all it took.
I spin her around to face me, never once breaking contact with her lips. It is only now that it hits me precisely how tiny she is. She's a good foot shorter than I am and that just won't do. I slide my hands under her thighs and pick her up so she is at my level. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and moans. Definitely a moan of desire. No doubts this time.
I find myself pinning her against the stone wall, my lips sliding from hers to tease her neck again. I nip at the skin then sooth it with my tongue. She is bucking against me, and suddenly our clothes are much too constricting. I need to feel her against me. I need to feel her around me. Gods, I just need her. I don't have time for niceties. I somehow manage to keep her from sliding down the wall while I pull out my wand. I mange four spells in what has to be record time. The door is now locked, the room is now silenced and Merlin, Hermione's bare flesh is pressed up against my own. She is so warm, so soft and silky.
"Now!" she whimpers against my ear. "I need you now!"
I so want to. I have never wanted to do anything in my life so badly before. But there is one little issue I need to clear up first.
"Are you a virgin?" I growl, running my tongue along her collarbone. I will not be her first. I will not take that from her.
"What?" She suddenly stops moving. Okay, I know, right now wasn't really the moment to ask, but I have to know.
"TELL ME YOU ARE NOT A VIRGIN!"
Her head shakes ever so slightly. I plunge into her – that was all I needed to hear.
Gods, she's so wet – surely not because of me?
I am not going to last long here, not with her clenching around me, moaning softly against my ear.
I don't know if it's the angle this position requires or the fact that this is Hermione Granger, though I suspect the last, but I am getting so close now. I can barely contain myself.
But if I'm going to be pathetic enough not to control my desire for Hermione, I'll be damned if she can't at least enjoy it a little. I shift our bodies accordingly so I can reach down between us and rub the hard nub just above where our bodies meet.
"Oh, gods, Severus," she sighs.
She just said my name! Merlin it sounded so good! I give her clit just one more stroke and then she is writhing around me, her head flung back, her eyes clamped shut. She is chanting over and over…
"Gods, Severus, yes!"
Can't take it any longer. She is so wet, so hot and so bloody tight. And she is Hermione. And she wants me! I feel my orgasm fast approaching, the familiar tightness closing in.
"Hermione!" I shout, my voice echoing through the class, as I spill into her. I continue to thrust, drawing out both our orgasms until we are utterly exhausted.
Slowly I sink back into reality. My arms are shaking, my legs are shaking, my entire body aches. But Merlin, it was worth it.
Hermione's head is resting against my shoulder, her breath now starting to calm. My guilt seeps back in.
"I'm sorry," I mutter into her hair.
She looks up at me and grins. "I'm not."
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Thanks yous to…
Dragon Rose 4 – Thank you!
Annabelle Elizabeth – Cheers
Rachel – Thanks!
Dark Goddess – Better with every word? Ohhh *blushes*
Slainte – Oops, might have missed putting in the squiggly lines in that scene – shall go check it out when I get a minute….thanks!
Deb – THANK YOU! That's so sweet… :)
Jennifer13 – I'm afraid there are hard times to come for our wonderful Potions Master, but a little fun first ;)
Anarane Anwamane – Thanks!
Kate Guess – I'm a goddess? Goodness me! Thank you!
Strawberry Beaw – I believe you won't be too disappointed ;)
Flounder2 – Poor confused Sev… Thanks!