A/N: Happy Birthday to me!!! Here is the final chapter, I've decided not to
do an epilogue, that way some time down the road, (A long, long, way!) I
might write a sequel.
Chapter 5: It All Started With A Rumor
Professor Snape dragged Hermione through a small dimly lit hall that opened into a large room. She looked around her new surroundings, straining to see in the minute amount of light cast from the lit fireplace.
A larger version of the student workstations they used in Potions class was set up in the middle of the room. Several cauldrons filled with potions-in-progress lined the top. She wondered what he was working on.
He practically shoved her into a chair beside his work bench, and turned to pour one of the newly finished potions into a goblet.
He sniffed the concoction, nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to her.
Hermione sniffed it herself and made a face.
"What is it?" she asked.
Professor Snape hunched over so that his face was level with hers.
"Miss Granger, I'm going to ask you a question, and you will answer as honestly as possible."
She nodded even though it wasn't a request.
"How exactly do you feel about me?" He looked as if the words had tasted awful as he said them.
Hermione was growing more confused by the second. She had almost forgotten her whole reason for coming to see him until he asked her that question.
How should she answer his question? She couldn't say she was in love with him, that'd be an all out lie. Taking a deep breath and calling on every ounce of her Gryffindor courage she answered truthfully.
"I want you to make love to me."
Silence.
"Professor?"
He nodded slowly.
"Drink it." he commanded.
Hermione automatically obeyed.
Ugh! The shampoo had tasted better that this.
He took the goblet back from her, never taking his eyes off of her face.
"Well?" he asked.
"It tastes horrible."
"No, how do you feel, now?"
For the first time since she'd made up her mind to do this, she began to doubt her choice. Professor Snape was acting so, odd. It was creepy.
"Well, I know that you're my professor, but that's only for a few more months..."
He abruptly turned back to survey the other cauldrons.
"Not love, lust maybe?" he muttered under his breath.
She heard him anyway.
"I'm not asking for love or any kind of commitment, just tonight." she said.
He nodded at her absently as he mixed the contents from three different cauldrons together.
"If this doesn't work, nothing will." he said handing her another goblet.
"Professor?"
"Just drink it." he growled.
Finally, it occured to her what he was doing.
"You think I'm under the influence of a love potion." she sighed in relief.
"A lust potion, actually. It's obvious you are uncomfortable about this, but you're here anyway. Has to be a potion." he said, more to himself than her.
She downed the new potion, and had to force herself not to gag.
"And now?" he asked after a few minutes.
She shook her head, standing up and walking toward him.
"Nope, I still want to shag you senseless."
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before speaking again.
"That's impossible. That last potion should have worked."
Hermione hid a grin as she got an idea.
"Professor? I think I've heard of this lust potion, the only antidote is intercourse with the desired." she said, praying he'd buy it.
"I've never heard of... Well, I guess that's it then."
He cracked his knuckles, rotated his neck around his shoulders a few times, and turned to her with an almost feral look in his eyes.
She gulped and slowly started to back away. The back of her knees hit the chair and she fell into it, ungracefully.
He reached out and pulled her to her feet. Whipping out his wand, he quickly transfigured the chair into a bed, and threw her down on it.
Hermione squealed in fear, and brought her arms up to cover her face.
Snape gently, but forcefully pulled her arms down, and was shocked to see the tears streaming down her face.
He immediately jumped up from the bed, and looked at her dumbfounded.
"I apologize, Miss Granger. I took things to far."
Hermione looked up at him in surprise.
"You were only doing what I asked you too." she admitted, shakily.
He shook his head.
"Actually I was trying to scare you into telling me what was really going on. On hindsight that probably wasn't the right thing to do. I should have just given you veritaserum." he confessed.
She thought about that for a minute
"I did this because I'm afraid. All of the seventh year girls are." she felt relieved at being able to tell him the truth.
He was finally getting somewhere.
"What are you afraid of?" he pressed, as gently as he knew how, sitting back down on the bed, but keeping his distance.
And she told him. She told him about how Lavender had heard the rumor from Blaise, how she had first thought it was silly, then Harry and Ron supporting it, and finally about Draco Malfoy not only confirmaing the validity but informing her that she was top on the list.
Professor Snape listened to the whole thing, his face a blank mask. Then he did something he hadn't done in years.
He started laughing.
He laughed, and laughed, and just when Hermione thought he was finished, he'd start all over again.
Snape finally got himself under enough control that he managed to say, "I can assure you, Miss Granger, that when it comes to Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, I am much more in the know than young Malfoy. The whole idea the He'd want a consort, especially a muggle-born like your self, is absurd!"
At first she was embarrassed, then insulted. Finally she just shrugged and started laughing with him. When she really thought about it, the whole thing was rather funny.
After they calmed down, he turned the bed back into a chair, and pulled another one up. Offering her a cup of tea, they sat down to talk.
He old her about Poppy coming to him and asking for contraceptive potions. Hermione choked on her tea and looked up at him guiltily.
"What? Did the Know-it-all Gryffindor actually overlook something?" he teased.
Then his face turned into an angry scowl.
"You mean to tell me that you intended to come here tonight, 'shag me senseless', and you didn't even think about contraception!" he roared.
"Well, I didn't..." she began, but he cut her off.
"I suppose you find the idea of strapping me with an infant amusing, hmm?"
She realized he was playing with her.
"Well, I'd be away at University, so you'd have to take care of it. We could get you one of those carriers that you strap to your back..."
"Yes, and changing nappies between classes..."
"Just think of all the points you could take for students snickering at you."
"Of course he would grow up to be a Slytherin."
"You mean she would be in Gryffindor."
"Our luck, it would be Hufflepuff."
They both started laughing again.
After a few minutes, Snape looked up at her curiously.
"Why me, Miss Granger? Surely you had offers..."
Hermione scowled as she thought about Harry and Ron.
"Yeah, I had offers.." she shuddered.
"I honestly don't know why I chose you, Professor. Before all this came up, I hadn't really thought much about sex. I guess I need more maturity than any of the students could offer me. And when you take away the whole Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry thing, and Harry, well, I think we happen to have a lot in common." she admitted.
Professor Snape was touched.
He just stared at her in wonder for a few minutes, while she held his searching gaze.
Emboldened by the fact that he had not thrown her out yet, she reached out and covered one of his hands with her own.
He looked down at their hands then back at her.
"I am still your Professor." he said.
"Only for a few more months."
"Never the less."
She nodded and stood up, releasing his hand.
He walked her to the door, where she hesitated and turned to him.
"Thank you, Professor."
He nodded.
"Goodnight, Miss Granger."
Before she lost her nerve, she quickly stood up on tip-toe and pecked his check, before fleeing the dungeon.
He watched her go, raising a hand to his cheek.
A small smile split his lips as he turned back to go to bed.
The End!
-I'm off to party! I might start on a new challenge tonight, no promises though.
Here is the challenge for this story:
The Last Hogwarts Virgin Challenge
The Challenge:
A rumour has been spreading throughout Hogwarts that Voldemort intends
to sacrifice young witches and wizards that are virgins. In the
beginning, Hermione thinks this is a load of codswallop, but when she
begins to suspect she is the last Hogwarts virgin, she starts to worry.
How does she react when the only object of her desire turns out to be a
certain Potions Professor?
Guidelines:
This should be in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's seventh year. Hermione and Snape are going to end up in bed (or somewhere else if you prefer) together, but do they consummate the relationship? Has Hermione been propositioned or does she feel slightly hurt that none of the other students has seemed interested in her? Who started the rumour and why? Is the rumour true or not? Do the teachers have any idea what is going on? If so, how do they react?
Bonus:
If Hermione hears Ron and/or Harry bragging about their "conquests". If Hermione catches either Harry or Ron doing a dance in their undergarments. If there's some mention of birth control in the Wizarding World. If a student gets pregnant.
Completion Date: September 15
I see this as humour/parody, but if you want to go in a different
direction or just write Smut, I won't object.
Chapter 5: It All Started With A Rumor
Professor Snape dragged Hermione through a small dimly lit hall that opened into a large room. She looked around her new surroundings, straining to see in the minute amount of light cast from the lit fireplace.
A larger version of the student workstations they used in Potions class was set up in the middle of the room. Several cauldrons filled with potions-in-progress lined the top. She wondered what he was working on.
He practically shoved her into a chair beside his work bench, and turned to pour one of the newly finished potions into a goblet.
He sniffed the concoction, nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to her.
Hermione sniffed it herself and made a face.
"What is it?" she asked.
Professor Snape hunched over so that his face was level with hers.
"Miss Granger, I'm going to ask you a question, and you will answer as honestly as possible."
She nodded even though it wasn't a request.
"How exactly do you feel about me?" He looked as if the words had tasted awful as he said them.
Hermione was growing more confused by the second. She had almost forgotten her whole reason for coming to see him until he asked her that question.
How should she answer his question? She couldn't say she was in love with him, that'd be an all out lie. Taking a deep breath and calling on every ounce of her Gryffindor courage she answered truthfully.
"I want you to make love to me."
Silence.
"Professor?"
He nodded slowly.
"Drink it." he commanded.
Hermione automatically obeyed.
Ugh! The shampoo had tasted better that this.
He took the goblet back from her, never taking his eyes off of her face.
"Well?" he asked.
"It tastes horrible."
"No, how do you feel, now?"
For the first time since she'd made up her mind to do this, she began to doubt her choice. Professor Snape was acting so, odd. It was creepy.
"Well, I know that you're my professor, but that's only for a few more months..."
He abruptly turned back to survey the other cauldrons.
"Not love, lust maybe?" he muttered under his breath.
She heard him anyway.
"I'm not asking for love or any kind of commitment, just tonight." she said.
He nodded at her absently as he mixed the contents from three different cauldrons together.
"If this doesn't work, nothing will." he said handing her another goblet.
"Professor?"
"Just drink it." he growled.
Finally, it occured to her what he was doing.
"You think I'm under the influence of a love potion." she sighed in relief.
"A lust potion, actually. It's obvious you are uncomfortable about this, but you're here anyway. Has to be a potion." he said, more to himself than her.
She downed the new potion, and had to force herself not to gag.
"And now?" he asked after a few minutes.
She shook her head, standing up and walking toward him.
"Nope, I still want to shag you senseless."
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before speaking again.
"That's impossible. That last potion should have worked."
Hermione hid a grin as she got an idea.
"Professor? I think I've heard of this lust potion, the only antidote is intercourse with the desired." she said, praying he'd buy it.
"I've never heard of... Well, I guess that's it then."
He cracked his knuckles, rotated his neck around his shoulders a few times, and turned to her with an almost feral look in his eyes.
She gulped and slowly started to back away. The back of her knees hit the chair and she fell into it, ungracefully.
He reached out and pulled her to her feet. Whipping out his wand, he quickly transfigured the chair into a bed, and threw her down on it.
Hermione squealed in fear, and brought her arms up to cover her face.
Snape gently, but forcefully pulled her arms down, and was shocked to see the tears streaming down her face.
He immediately jumped up from the bed, and looked at her dumbfounded.
"I apologize, Miss Granger. I took things to far."
Hermione looked up at him in surprise.
"You were only doing what I asked you too." she admitted, shakily.
He shook his head.
"Actually I was trying to scare you into telling me what was really going on. On hindsight that probably wasn't the right thing to do. I should have just given you veritaserum." he confessed.
She thought about that for a minute
"I did this because I'm afraid. All of the seventh year girls are." she felt relieved at being able to tell him the truth.
He was finally getting somewhere.
"What are you afraid of?" he pressed, as gently as he knew how, sitting back down on the bed, but keeping his distance.
And she told him. She told him about how Lavender had heard the rumor from Blaise, how she had first thought it was silly, then Harry and Ron supporting it, and finally about Draco Malfoy not only confirmaing the validity but informing her that she was top on the list.
Professor Snape listened to the whole thing, his face a blank mask. Then he did something he hadn't done in years.
He started laughing.
He laughed, and laughed, and just when Hermione thought he was finished, he'd start all over again.
Snape finally got himself under enough control that he managed to say, "I can assure you, Miss Granger, that when it comes to Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, I am much more in the know than young Malfoy. The whole idea the He'd want a consort, especially a muggle-born like your self, is absurd!"
At first she was embarrassed, then insulted. Finally she just shrugged and started laughing with him. When she really thought about it, the whole thing was rather funny.
After they calmed down, he turned the bed back into a chair, and pulled another one up. Offering her a cup of tea, they sat down to talk.
He old her about Poppy coming to him and asking for contraceptive potions. Hermione choked on her tea and looked up at him guiltily.
"What? Did the Know-it-all Gryffindor actually overlook something?" he teased.
Then his face turned into an angry scowl.
"You mean to tell me that you intended to come here tonight, 'shag me senseless', and you didn't even think about contraception!" he roared.
"Well, I didn't..." she began, but he cut her off.
"I suppose you find the idea of strapping me with an infant amusing, hmm?"
She realized he was playing with her.
"Well, I'd be away at University, so you'd have to take care of it. We could get you one of those carriers that you strap to your back..."
"Yes, and changing nappies between classes..."
"Just think of all the points you could take for students snickering at you."
"Of course he would grow up to be a Slytherin."
"You mean she would be in Gryffindor."
"Our luck, it would be Hufflepuff."
They both started laughing again.
After a few minutes, Snape looked up at her curiously.
"Why me, Miss Granger? Surely you had offers..."
Hermione scowled as she thought about Harry and Ron.
"Yeah, I had offers.." she shuddered.
"I honestly don't know why I chose you, Professor. Before all this came up, I hadn't really thought much about sex. I guess I need more maturity than any of the students could offer me. And when you take away the whole Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry thing, and Harry, well, I think we happen to have a lot in common." she admitted.
Professor Snape was touched.
He just stared at her in wonder for a few minutes, while she held his searching gaze.
Emboldened by the fact that he had not thrown her out yet, she reached out and covered one of his hands with her own.
He looked down at their hands then back at her.
"I am still your Professor." he said.
"Only for a few more months."
"Never the less."
She nodded and stood up, releasing his hand.
He walked her to the door, where she hesitated and turned to him.
"Thank you, Professor."
He nodded.
"Goodnight, Miss Granger."
Before she lost her nerve, she quickly stood up on tip-toe and pecked his check, before fleeing the dungeon.
He watched her go, raising a hand to his cheek.
A small smile split his lips as he turned back to go to bed.
The End!
-I'm off to party! I might start on a new challenge tonight, no promises though.
Here is the challenge for this story:
The Last Hogwarts Virgin Challenge
The Challenge:
A rumour has been spreading throughout Hogwarts that Voldemort intends
to sacrifice young witches and wizards that are virgins. In the
beginning, Hermione thinks this is a load of codswallop, but when she
begins to suspect she is the last Hogwarts virgin, she starts to worry.
How does she react when the only object of her desire turns out to be a
certain Potions Professor?
Guidelines:
This should be in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's seventh year. Hermione and Snape are going to end up in bed (or somewhere else if you prefer) together, but do they consummate the relationship? Has Hermione been propositioned or does she feel slightly hurt that none of the other students has seemed interested in her? Who started the rumour and why? Is the rumour true or not? Do the teachers have any idea what is going on? If so, how do they react?
Bonus:
If Hermione hears Ron and/or Harry bragging about their "conquests". If Hermione catches either Harry or Ron doing a dance in their undergarments. If there's some mention of birth control in the Wizarding World. If a student gets pregnant.
Completion Date: September 15
I see this as humour/parody, but if you want to go in a different
direction or just write Smut, I won't object.