Birthday Present II

A/N: This was written at 4 AM as I was watching the first two Harry Potter movies (couldn't fall asleep) and eating a Popsicle. So you see, I was inspired . This is not dedicated to anyone, except maybe my mom who bought the popsicles.

Snape, shocked at Hermione's behavior – stunned, actually, at first couldn't even move, and couldn't think straight… Even began to enjoy it (he really was rather deprived after all) but no… His conscience took over and he pushed her off him.

"Ms. Granger, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

At that point, she started going at him again, so he rolled her over on her back and pinned her hands above her head.

She looked at him hungrily and whispered, "Oh please, call me Hermione."

A flash of anger shot through Snape's eyes, as he realized the strangeness of this situation. "Thou which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as –-- …Or rather replace 'rose' with Ms. Granger and sweet with insufferable know-it-all, and we've got our situation here." He glared at her pointedly, standing up and bracing himself for any future lustful advances.

"Oh you have become rather clichéd, haven't you!" She stood up also, dusting off her robes and leaning towards his ear. "Whatever happened to 'bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses'?" She whispered and pulled back, placing her index finger on his nose and sliding it down towards his chest, looking straight in his eyes. "Though I must tell you. That speech was… filthy. But positively arousing." And with a satisfied smirk, she pushed him backwards with her finger and stormed out of his chambers. Supper was waiting.

(A/N: Do Gryffindors smirk?)

Supper at Hogwarts during Christmas time was rather… solitary and exclusive. Frankly speaking, the only people still there were Dumbledore (naturally), McGonagall, the rest of the staff, Ginny and a couple of Hufflepuffs. Like always, the divided tables were gone, and somewhat of a Round Table was established – which was rather Oval then Round, but that's alright. When Hermione showed up, everyone else was already there, eating away happily. Ginny looked at her usually prompt friend, but when she saw the rather unusual expression on her face, she decided it would be better not to ask. Hermione, in turn was surprised to see Snape follow her down to supper, and even sit across from her – close enough that she could touch him if she stood up. He glared at her both sarcastically and cynically and turned to his food.

"Well, now that we are all here, I have an announcement to make." Dumbledore's voice was clear and rose high above everyone else's so the chatter stopped almost immediately.

"As you might all know, our current Defense against the Dark Arts professor is… rather incapable to carry out her duties for the rest of this term, due to a rather untimely pregnancy from a certain Quiddich player. Therefore, Ms. Hermione Granger will replace her as the Defense against the Dark Arts professor for the rest of this school term."

Hermione smiled as the other staff politely applauded, except for Snape, who sputtered indignantly.

"What? HER!? B-but she's barely out of school! It has barely been six months since she was my student! No doubt she was brilliant, but be a professor at this age? No! It's just not right! She is clearly not suitable for this job!" He spat out as Hermione smiled at him amusedly.

"Severus, she has the highest marks in the whole country in the Defense against the Dark Arts field in the last century. They even exceed yours. Now calm down, it cannot be changed now. Let us enjoy our dessert."

And with his words, the supper disappeared and was replaced by… popsicles. Of every kind and flavour there is or ever was. They were frozen by a magic spell that was intact until the eating person touched his tongue upon the surface of the beautiful creation of the fast food cuisine.

"Rather a Freudian choice of dessert, wouldn't you say?" Ginny whispered in Hermione's ear, as the latter giggled.

Hermione picked up an orange flavoured Popsicle as Ginny picked a vanilla one, and noticed that Snape was looking upon the spectacle rather sourly.

"Why Severus, you aren't eating anything! I insist you have one! Which one would you like?" she smiled sweetly at him while offering the platter from across the table.

"He glared at her (A/N: his bestest glare ever!) and reluctantly muttered, clearly wanting to avoid anyone else hearing his preference: "Pink, please."

The whole table fell quiet as Hermione tried to hide her smile as she handled him a pink lollipop from the platter, but she didn't manage, and now was smiling with full-blown force. As was everyone else at the table. With the exception of McGonagall, who giggled. (A/N: yes, McGonagall giggled.) Snape shot them all his Glare of Death, and soon everyone else was back to their chattering.

Hermione caught Snape's eyes with her own and started sliding her foot up his pant leg, also sucking on the Popsicle. She stuck it in her throat as far as it would go (A/N: and didn't choke. Fancy that.) then slowly slid it out and twirled her tongue around the tip, then proceeding to lick the very base of it, slowly moving it upwards to the tip again. Then she started pumping it into her mouth again, surely enjoying the sensation, all that time, and never letting go of the Potion Master's eyes. Snape gulped audibly, the resonance of which sound was made possible mainly due to the sudden quiet that had fallen upon the Great Hall. The female part of the Hogwarts population, were giving Hermione the one-eyebrow-raise look that was saying "who the hell are you trying to seduce here?" while the males were too busy taking out their Freudian complexes on the Popsicles.

When Hermione's Popsicle was melted in her mouth and all that was left was the little stick, she traced her lips with her tongue, stroking the stick with her finger, and mouthed to Snape, "Enjoy the show?"

She then stood up, flashed a sweet smile to the whole table and then went back to her chambers, even more satisfied now then before dinner.

And Snape went to his personal bathroom. He had a… slight problem to take care of.