Harry dropped his cloak on his bed. He had just finished playing Quidditch. He lay down on his bed beside his cloak. His strong arms caressed his groin. The only thing on his mind right now was Hermione. He pictured her face smiling from the back of the cheering crowd. He closed his eyes lazily.
"Harry? Harry?! Oi!" Harry sat bolt upright. Ron came into the dormitory, his Quidditch robes covered from head to toe in mud. He saw Harry sitting on his bed panting heavily. He looked at every inch of Harry's muscular body. His heart lurched into his throat. Wait, what was he thinking? Ron shook his head and dumped his broomstick on his trunk.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile Hermione, rosy-cheeked from the breeze outside knocked on the door of Professor Snape's office. She waited impatiently, tapping her foot, her essay clutched in her hand. Snape came to the door and opened it slowly.
"Can I help you, Granger?" he sneered seductively. Wow, he looked sexy, his dark hair windswept, occasionally whipping his face and prominent, erect nose. It reminded her of...well...
"Yes, sir...my essay, I need to hand it in" She held the parchment out, her hand suddenly shaking.
"Come in, I will mark it" he indicated a hard-backed chair in-front of his aging desk. Hermione eagerly sat down and crossed her legs. She then started twirling her hair while licking her lips...seductively. Wait...what was she doing? She blinked and brought her hands back to the desk. Luckily Snape hadn't noticed.
"While you're here, could you just hang this sign above the desk?" It was a sign saying 'Professor S.Snape ',
"While I grade your paper" Hermione nodded and took the sign from Snape. She climbed upon the desk, facing Snape she streched up, hanging it up. Her skirt rode higher up her thigh. Snape caught himself looking up at the young, beautiful form in-front of him.
"Sir?" Hermione had caught his gaze. Snape shook his head and faced the paper again Devils Snare is commonly...Hermiones skirt was riding higher up her thighs as she stretched to pin the sign in place...chokes the victim slowly, painfully....Slowly, painfully Snape lifted his eyeline to his pupil again. He never noticed that she was a woman. Hermione screeched and slipped. Snape winced as she came down upon him.
"Sorry,sir-"Hermiones legs were wrapped around his midriff,and they could feel each others hearts hammering. Hermione was overcome with lust. Snape could smell her sweet scent as her face was barely an inch from her face. Then all of a sudden...