Two:
"SNAPE!"
I, Twenty year old Hermione Granger, pounded my fist repeatedly against the polished wood of the door to Severus Snape's room at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. I waited impatiently for him to open the door, myhand on her hip and my foot tapping in it's aggravated rhythm. I harumped impatiently and switched sides, my hand now resting on my right hip and my left foot tapping in it's own accord. Finally, the door slowly swung open to reveal a very smug Snape.
"Miss Granger." he nodded at me, gesturing for me to come in.
I stormed past him angrily, and he closed the door behind me. I watched warily as he cast a strong sealing charm on the door, followed by a silencing charm as well. He turned to face me and I raised a skeptic eyebrow in perfect imitation of his own trademark look.
"Miss Granger, here to negotiate, then?"
"No!" I snapped, "I'm here to take back my things!"
"Miss Granger, surely you know you will not be getting them back until I say?" Snape said dryly, motioning for me to have a seat.
I sat, looking around his rather welcoming bedroom. There was a large four poster bed in the far corner, warmly decorated in rich greens and blacks. It didn't look nearly as intimidating as I expected, then again, I didn't really know anything about him. All I knew was he was a panty thief.
"Alright, what are your demands? Information on how to one-up Harry and Ron? Perhaps a way to repay them for their years of disrespect?" I hissed.
"I want you, Miss Granger, to stop scowling at me and listen." Severus smirked as I wiped the scowl off my face and started at him in surprise.
"What. Do. You. Want?" I hissed.
"You." Severus whispered silkily.
"W-What?" I yelled.
I jumped up out of my chair and he advanced on me. I very quickly found myself with my back to the wall, much to Severus' amusement. I, Hermione Granger, best friend of Harry Potter, key player in Voldemort's defeat and brightest witch to grace Hogwarts in years, was scared shitless.
"Hermione, look at me." Severus said quietly, all traces of disdain gone from his voice.
I slowly looked up to meet his eyes, he placed a hand on the side of my face and he leaned in . NONONO! Wait, this…wasn't…oh, hell he's a bloody good kisser! Severus slowly pulled away, looking at me to judge a reaction, but one never came. I stood numb with shock, staring at him blankly. He stepped back, and sat back down in his chair, sighing heavily.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"No. you shouldn't have." I agreed quietly.
"Your clothes have been returned" he said with a wave of his wand.
"Severus, I…"
I stood against the wall for a moment, weighing my options. This man had tortured me for six years, the last of my school years he completely ignored me. And yet, I'd never noticed the way his eyes could express so much, while his face remained completely blank. The way his mouth twitched at the corners when he tried not to smile. The way…Damn, he was a good kisser!
In that split second, I made up my mind. I crossed the room quickly, almost as if I was afraid I'd lose my nerve, sat in Severus'' lap and kissed him. He froze momentarily before hungrily returning my attentions. I felt his toungue tease at my lips and willingly allowed it's entrance. He explored my mouth with the passion and confidence he did everything, but there was a certain tenderness as well, one that I had never seen before from him.
Severus pulled back slowly, a smile lighting up his face, and pulled me up off of the chair and into his arms. He looked at me, as if asking, and I nodded my consent. He carried me to the bed and the rest of the night was playful and sensual exploration.
I guess I didn't need my underwear after all.