A/N: Here is the next chapter! Oh, I'm having so much fun writing this.
Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming! Oh, I'm also lowering the Rating
to Pg-13, the only kind of sex I know how to write is the serious kind and
that just won't work here. I do hope you'll continue reading anyway.
Chapter 3: Operation Seduce Snape
Hermione knew how to do a lot of things. Seducing a teacher, or anybody for that matter, was not in the realm of her experience. She knew enough to know that she'd need help, but whom could she ask? Harry and Ron? Yeah, that'd be great.
'Hey guys! I need your help in getting Snape to sleep with me.'
She giggled, it would certainly be funny. No, there were only two people that could help her, but would it really be worth the trouble?
After returning to the common room that evening, Hermione had said goodnight to the boys and asked Lavender and Parvarti if she could speak with them up in the dorm room.
They had looked a little irked at having to leave the company of all the boys, but she told them she needed help with something, knowing they'd be curious.
Two hours and a make-over later, Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror and retched.
The mini-skirt showed off skinny white legs and bony knees. The tube- top did nothing but emphasize her lack of bosom. There was so much make-up on her face, it was weighing down her head, and her hair had been braided in pigtails and wrapped in circles over her ears.
"I look like a hooker in drag with a Star Wars fetish!" She exclaimed, stomping off toward the bathroom trying not to lose her balance on the ridiculously high-heeled boots.
She came back a few minutes later, looking like her old self, and scowling at her dorm mates.
"We were just trying to help, Hermione!" Parvarti said, holding up her hands defensively.
Hermione smirked, "Well, it was funny making those third years in the hall scream."
They grinned back at her.
"If you'd tell us who you're trying to seduce, we'd be better able to help you." Lavender said, for the tenth time.
Hermione just shook her head.
"Try this Hermione." Parvarti said, handing her a copy of that month's Cosmo magazine.
"A muggle magazine?" she asked, staring in horrid fascination at the super-tanned, clear-complexion, ample bosomed, flat abed, super model on the cover.
"I think there's an article in there that will help you out." Lavender told her.
"Your best orgasm ever?" Hermione asked.
"No, that one." She said, pointing to some small print in the lower left corner of the cover page.
The Top 10 Ways to Get His Attention!
Hermione flipped it open and searched for the article. Her lips curved into a small smile as she read the list. She could definitely do this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Hermione had butterflies in her stomach as she sat down beside Ron in Potion's Class the next day. She was equal parts nervous and excited. It was a new challenge for her, and she couldn't wait to start.
#1. Make eye contact, and smile at him.
The door banged open and Professor Snape swooped into the classroom in his usual brisk manor. He reached his podium, and called out a page number, preparing to start a lecture.
Here goes nothing.
While Snape was waiting for everyone to turn to the correct page, Hermione looked up at him. Their eyes met, and she gave him the best, biggest smile she could muster.
A look of terror crossed his face, and he dropped the quill he'd been holding. Clearing his throat, he quickly bent and picked it up, refusing to look at her again as he started the lecture.
'He definitely noticed that.' Hermione thought with a smirk.
#2. Pick your best feature, and flaunt it.
The three girls had decided that Hermione's best feature were her brown eyes.
After the lecture, it was time for everyone to start brewing the potion. Professor Snape began walking around the room, monitoring everyone's progress. While he was admiring Malfoy's potion, he sneaked a glance at her. She'd been waiting for him to do that, and began batting her eyes at him.
He made a sort of strangled sound in his throat, and looked away again. There was a slightly pink tinge to his normally sallow skin.
Hermione mentally cheered, she'd made Snape blush!
#3. Play with you hair.
Feeling over-confident, she stuck a finger in the mass of unruly curls and began to twirl. A few minutes later she panicked. She was stuck! Oh, no! She began trying to yank her hand free blinking back tears at the pain.
Finally, with one last big tug, it came free. Unfortunately, she had pulled really hard and had extra momentum. Her hand smacked Ron hard, in the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" He demanded, turning around to face her.
She whipped the hand behind her back.
"For... being you." She thought up quickly and gave him an impish smile.
"Hermione, that's not the way to my bed. All you have to do is ask." He told her, seriously.
"I wasn't trying to... You are not... Oh, forget it!" Hermione scooted her stool away from him and sulked.
She looked up to find Snape smirking at her. He'd seen the whole thing, damn it!
Hermione only had time for one more as they were leaving class.
#4. Drop something in front of him, and take your time picking it up.
She wasn't really sure what that would accomplish, but what the hell?
She purposely took her time in leaving so that she'd be the last out the door. When she was the only one left, she made her way toward the door, dropping her quill when she was directly in front of him.
"Oops." She exclaimed, and slowly leaned over to pick it up. As slow as she was moving, it wasn't slow enough as she lost her balance and toppled over landing face first on the dungeon floor.
Professor Snape sighed and rolled his eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She stared at his large hand wrapped around her arm and gulped.
He just stared at her for a few minutes before saying, "Miss Granger, how would you like to have tea with me in my rooms after dinner?"
Her jaw dropped in shock. She really hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"Um, okay." She said.
"Good. Between the two of us, we should be able to figure this out." He said and practically shoved her out the door.
'Figure what out?' she wondered as she walked toward her next class.
She stopped suddenly as something occurred to her. Surely he wasn't talking about sex, was he?
TBC...
Chapter 3: Operation Seduce Snape
Hermione knew how to do a lot of things. Seducing a teacher, or anybody for that matter, was not in the realm of her experience. She knew enough to know that she'd need help, but whom could she ask? Harry and Ron? Yeah, that'd be great.
'Hey guys! I need your help in getting Snape to sleep with me.'
She giggled, it would certainly be funny. No, there were only two people that could help her, but would it really be worth the trouble?
After returning to the common room that evening, Hermione had said goodnight to the boys and asked Lavender and Parvarti if she could speak with them up in the dorm room.
They had looked a little irked at having to leave the company of all the boys, but she told them she needed help with something, knowing they'd be curious.
Two hours and a make-over later, Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror and retched.
The mini-skirt showed off skinny white legs and bony knees. The tube- top did nothing but emphasize her lack of bosom. There was so much make-up on her face, it was weighing down her head, and her hair had been braided in pigtails and wrapped in circles over her ears.
"I look like a hooker in drag with a Star Wars fetish!" She exclaimed, stomping off toward the bathroom trying not to lose her balance on the ridiculously high-heeled boots.
She came back a few minutes later, looking like her old self, and scowling at her dorm mates.
"We were just trying to help, Hermione!" Parvarti said, holding up her hands defensively.
Hermione smirked, "Well, it was funny making those third years in the hall scream."
They grinned back at her.
"If you'd tell us who you're trying to seduce, we'd be better able to help you." Lavender said, for the tenth time.
Hermione just shook her head.
"Try this Hermione." Parvarti said, handing her a copy of that month's Cosmo magazine.
"A muggle magazine?" she asked, staring in horrid fascination at the super-tanned, clear-complexion, ample bosomed, flat abed, super model on the cover.
"I think there's an article in there that will help you out." Lavender told her.
"Your best orgasm ever?" Hermione asked.
"No, that one." She said, pointing to some small print in the lower left corner of the cover page.
The Top 10 Ways to Get His Attention!
Hermione flipped it open and searched for the article. Her lips curved into a small smile as she read the list. She could definitely do this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Hermione had butterflies in her stomach as she sat down beside Ron in Potion's Class the next day. She was equal parts nervous and excited. It was a new challenge for her, and she couldn't wait to start.
#1. Make eye contact, and smile at him.
The door banged open and Professor Snape swooped into the classroom in his usual brisk manor. He reached his podium, and called out a page number, preparing to start a lecture.
Here goes nothing.
While Snape was waiting for everyone to turn to the correct page, Hermione looked up at him. Their eyes met, and she gave him the best, biggest smile she could muster.
A look of terror crossed his face, and he dropped the quill he'd been holding. Clearing his throat, he quickly bent and picked it up, refusing to look at her again as he started the lecture.
'He definitely noticed that.' Hermione thought with a smirk.
#2. Pick your best feature, and flaunt it.
The three girls had decided that Hermione's best feature were her brown eyes.
After the lecture, it was time for everyone to start brewing the potion. Professor Snape began walking around the room, monitoring everyone's progress. While he was admiring Malfoy's potion, he sneaked a glance at her. She'd been waiting for him to do that, and began batting her eyes at him.
He made a sort of strangled sound in his throat, and looked away again. There was a slightly pink tinge to his normally sallow skin.
Hermione mentally cheered, she'd made Snape blush!
#3. Play with you hair.
Feeling over-confident, she stuck a finger in the mass of unruly curls and began to twirl. A few minutes later she panicked. She was stuck! Oh, no! She began trying to yank her hand free blinking back tears at the pain.
Finally, with one last big tug, it came free. Unfortunately, she had pulled really hard and had extra momentum. Her hand smacked Ron hard, in the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" He demanded, turning around to face her.
She whipped the hand behind her back.
"For... being you." She thought up quickly and gave him an impish smile.
"Hermione, that's not the way to my bed. All you have to do is ask." He told her, seriously.
"I wasn't trying to... You are not... Oh, forget it!" Hermione scooted her stool away from him and sulked.
She looked up to find Snape smirking at her. He'd seen the whole thing, damn it!
Hermione only had time for one more as they were leaving class.
#4. Drop something in front of him, and take your time picking it up.
She wasn't really sure what that would accomplish, but what the hell?
She purposely took her time in leaving so that she'd be the last out the door. When she was the only one left, she made her way toward the door, dropping her quill when she was directly in front of him.
"Oops." She exclaimed, and slowly leaned over to pick it up. As slow as she was moving, it wasn't slow enough as she lost her balance and toppled over landing face first on the dungeon floor.
Professor Snape sighed and rolled his eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She stared at his large hand wrapped around her arm and gulped.
He just stared at her for a few minutes before saying, "Miss Granger, how would you like to have tea with me in my rooms after dinner?"
Her jaw dropped in shock. She really hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"Um, okay." She said.
"Good. Between the two of us, we should be able to figure this out." He said and practically shoved her out the door.
'Figure what out?' she wondered as she walked toward her next class.
She stopped suddenly as something occurred to her. Surely he wasn't talking about sex, was he?
TBC...