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Ch. 4

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"I'm about as seductive as a flobberworm." Hermione admitted a month later, when every one of the Gryffindor men had captured the hearts of the girls they were after. None had been successful in sleeping with their conquests, but Hermione supposed it was only a matter of time. After all, they still had 7 months left and look where they were. She in turn was rapidly becoming known for her detention escapades. Thirteen so far, ten with Filch, two with Hagrid and one with the nurse cleaning bed pans.

Maybe Ron was right, I haven't got any sex appeal. She stared sullenly into the mirror of the bathroom that she shared with the head boy and sighed. It really was hopeless; she'd gone through a month of makeup, a month of shorter skirts, a month of watching him and subtle flirting. The man was either completely unaware of her persistence, or was completely disgusted by her and refused to acknowledge the feelings she had.

" Hermione! I gotta use the bathroom, hurry up!" Morag MacDougal (The head boy) cried out, knocking on the door with sudden urgency. She opened in and was suddenly pulled out of the way. She turned to see the door slam right in her face. The head girl scrunched up her nose in slight disgust and went down to the library to be alone.

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He couldn't get her out of his mind. That's why he was in the library, looking for a book on amnesia spells, something to forget those blasted eyes. Severus had never felt like a dirty old man more than last night, for he'd had an entirely inappropriate dream about her. They had made love under the stars, she had called his name, she had said " I love you." And meant it. He closed his eyes and unintentionally replayed the whole dream back into his head.

Shit! I shouldn't be doing this; I'm twice her age and her professor. He mentally screamed, leaning back onto the bookshelf with a sigh. He didn't know what he would do if she came near him again. Hell, he didn't even know what had come over him to have had that dream. Maybe he should ask Dumbledore to take her out of potions. Give her the NEWT's early or something. That would of course trigger the old man to ask questions, but he was prepared to do anything to keep himself from doing something he might regret.

A light clearing of throat pulled him out of his dark thoughts and if anything else could go wrong in his day, there in front of him stood the very problem of his pain. She was wearing her school uniform (of course, he thought with a flinch.) her skirt hemmed up to mid thigh flashing a toned thigh whenever she shifted nervously on her feet.

" I'm sorry to intrude professor, but you looked hurt from where I was standing. Is there anything I can assist you with?" Damn it all, of course she would ask that. Both of their minds flittered over the possible things that she could probably 'assist with', Hermione blushed deeply while he stared back mildly horrified.

" No!" He snapped coldly unable to react in any other way. "I can help myself, Miss Granger, no need to stick your nose in my business. Now go away before I take points and give you another detention." He expected her to flee like most other students would whenever he used that tone of voice but she stood rooted, her eyes fixed on his crotch mesmerized.

Aw Fuck! She noticed, of course she would Severus He thought with grim resolution. She is a bloody know-it-all after all. Embarrassed that the very cause of his- ahem- current problem would notice the erection within seconds. He covered it up in a hurry within the deep folds of his teaching robes.

" You're going to help yourself?"

" Go. Away. " He bit hard down on his lip, staring at her with a deadly look.

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She walked into the library intending on a bit of piece and quiet, but that all changed when she noticed Severus lurking in the back corner of the shelves. He was leaning against the bookcase, his eyes shut and breathing in shutters. He looked pained and troubled. She walked up and asked him if he was alright, if there was anything she could do, but received a nasty reply. What did she really expect? Her eyes washed over him down his face, down his jacket, down his waist, past his---- What the hell? She locked eyes with a bulge in his pants. Who had given him that? Did he just have a secret rendezvous with the Madame Prince moments before her arrival? Hermione suddenly felt a wave of jealously but discarded it for the librarian was nearing 88 years of age. The very thought of them together was completely ridiculous and slightly disgusting. Severus obviously noticed she was staring at it and covered himself within moments.

"You're going to help yourself?" She stated with her brow slightly cocked. That was an interesting thought. She didn't blush but honestly wanted to see what would happen when she said it.

" Go. Away." He was embarrassed, she could tell. Probably because a student had seen him with that sort of problem.

" You could use a deflating charm you know." She pointed out, with a slight grin. He let his jaw slack a bit when he looked at her incredulously.

" Excuse me Miss Granger, but I don't think it is totally appropriate for a student to-"

" Or...I could help you." She said, looking at him nervously. His breath caught and if possible the problem got even bigger. Hermione took a step forward flashing another glimpse of that damned thigh. His eyes swiveled up and down her face, trying to determine if the girl was actually serious. Did she actually want him? The greasy bastard with a hygiene problem? She knew what he'd done in his life; she was there at black's house so many years ago when it came out that he was a spy for the order. She knew damn well that he done some pretty horrific things in his past; killed innocent people even, and now she was standing before him asking if she could relieve him of the pressure in his pants?!

"No." He said, his voice coming out raspy and forced.

" I got it. Just go, please." She nodded reluctantly obeying his wishes and left with a final concerned glance. He breathed a sigh of relief and ducked out of the library into the dungeons where he could take care of this problem in privacy.

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Hermione ran back to her rooms, refusing to cry. What exactly had she just done? He would never look at her again. It hadn't occurred to her until that he might be attracted to someone else, but it was painfully obvious now. He was in the library thinking about some other woman, older and perhaps more beautiful than she, someone who could cause him such pleasure. The head girl blanched when she realized that he might be in love with this mystery woman. No wonder he had shrugged her off with such casualty. She didn't even matter. A noise caught her attention whilst she was running. It sounded like a giggle and a moan. Her brows raised in agitation.

" Mmm. Ron. God's don't stop." That was Parvarti's voice! Ughh, apparently Ron was getting somewhere with the bet. The bet! She'd completely forgotten. It was all a bet, everything they were doing. The flirting, the relationships. It was all a stupid wager to become the house stud.

Disgusting! If Severus ever found out, he'd never speak to me again. Hell, none of the girls will ever speak to the boys if they find out they were part of some sort of parlay.

She felt a wave of regret wash over her. Poor Severus, my poor friends. What kind of person was she?

" I'm an awful person." Hermione whispered walking away from the noises.

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When she walked into the head boy/girl common room there was something different about it.

" Morag?" The brown haired Gryffindor called out. She strained her ears and heard a shuffle from the bathroom, like water spilling out of the tub.

" You ok in there?" She asked, rapping on the door. To her surprise, she heard someone hush another person and a slight giggle.

Damn, was everyone with someone else?

" I'm fine Hermione, just leave me alone for a bit okay?"

" Yeah sure."

There was another giggle and someone going "Mmm."

She recognized that voice! He'd moaned it enough on their midnight escapades when they where together. EWWWWWW!

" Will you also tell Terry that Goyle is standing outside our door in purple silk asking for him." She muttered innocently. It amused her greatly when MacDougal shrieked,

" He what?! I thought you said you two were over!!"

" We are baby! Come on don't - Ow stop hitting me!" Replied the other boy in a frantic.

Satisfied, Hermione sauntered past the door and into her room. Tomorrow, she'd fix the mess she'd gotten herself into. And maybe then she'd win Severus over.

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Authors Note: Morag MacDougal is an actual character of Hp if you didn't know. It's not said whether it is a boy or girl or what house it's in. So I made him a boy, in Ravenclaw.