Seduction by the book
Chapter 6: Snape's plan
By: Perselus
Snape was beyond angry... he knew something was up at dinner! Seeing her and Miss Weasley's heads together... but did the girl have to look so forlorn when she agreed with Miss Weasley?
But SMELLING HIM! What were these girls thinking!
Taking an empty glass, he threw it into the fireplace but the shattering of glass didn't help sooth him this time.
He heard a small popping sound and looked over to see Twanny. The little house elf was almost jumping with excitement.
"what? Did you hear anything good this time Twanny?"
"Oh, professor sir... it's now what Twanny heard, but what Twanny saw and have sir," said the elf clutching something in her arms.
"Really, please tell me what you know."
"Well last night Twanny listened to Miss Red and Miss Fizzy talking and Miss Red brought out two more books. Miss Fizzy was quite embarrassed by one of the books," as she said this, the little house elf handed him the book in question.
Snape read the title and blushed himself. What were they playing at? And where did Miss Weasly get such a book? He tossed the 'Complete Book of the Kama Sutra' onto the chair.
"Ok, what else do you know?"
The house elf handed him a rolled up parchment. Snape looked over it and knew the handwriting right off, having to see that arrogant scratching for the past seven years.
Reading the parchment he saw that it was an essay on seduction. 'Leave it to Miss-know-it-all to write an essay on it!' he thought.
First Step: Scent
Well that makes the night's happenings more understandable...
Second Step: Attire
Personally Snape just couldn't see Miss Granger in anything else but her school uniform and robes and of course red is such a Gryffindor color!
Third Step: Facial expressions
Pouting? He was more then sure she would be an expert at that! Being surrounded by Mr. Potter and Weasly all day!
He rolled up the parchment and placed it next to the book. He then turned to the house elf.
"Is there anything else you wish to tell me Twanny?"
"No, sir that is all Twanny has."
"Fine, good work. This was most helpful, you may be excused." And with that she left with another soft popping noise.
Snape sat down to reread her essay and the book of Kama Sutra.
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Hermione had a horrible time sleeping. She kept worrying about the coming morning and her detention, when she heard her alarm go off. It was 6 am and she needed a good hour to do her bathing ritual.
She spent over twenty minutes trying to find her parchment with all the instructions on it, then she noticed one of the books was missing too.
She finally gave up and did the ritual from memory.
She was debating if she should go down to breakfast or just hold off until lunch. Last thing she wanted was to get an upset stomach around Snape, so she decided to skip it all together.
Finally she found herself at his office door a few minutes to eight. She looked down at herself. The tight red top Ginny let her borrow had long sleeves and a nice square cut neckline. It covered a lot of skin but made up for it with the sheer tightness of it. Her black hip hugging jeans and comfortable but nice black shoes were a must, since she didn't know what Snape would have her do.
She applied her makeup with extreme care. Her lips' color coordinated with her top, to bring out the fullness of her lips. Her eyes lined and colored but not overdone. She didn't want to look like some cheap tramp, like some girls she knew of. All and all she was happy with the result.
She took a deep breath, smelling the sandalwood from her hair and knocked on his door.
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Snape didn't sleep much that night. He stood up most of it, reading the book that Twanny stole for him and was quite taken with it. He never really saw himself as having much interest in such books, but after getting over the initial shock of the graphic sketches in the book, he really found the courtship and behavior of the people of the Middle East quite fascinating.
He woke with a start... he was still sitting on his chair by the fire that was now low burning embers. He took the book that was on his chest and placed it on the side table, shaking off the very vivid erotic images from a quickly fading dream. He looked at the book again, now he knew why he kept away from books like that!
Looking at the clock he noticed it was 7am. He had only one hour to get a shower and set his plan in motion before she arrived.
Five minutes before she was to arrive, he looked around and nodded to himself in satisfaction. He had messed up his store room thoroughly. That should take up a few hours! He took many of his books off the shelf and stacked them here and there... so she could put them back into order. That should take up all the time before lunch, then he would send her on her way... yah right! Then his plan will come into action.
He just sat down to act like he was grading papers when he heard the knock. Right on time as usual.
Hermione walked into the room quietly, Snape didn't look up right away but when he did, his breath froze in his chest. He knew she was going to try and dress up for him, he even envisioned some scanty outfit, but this he wasn't prepared for. This was a woman before him, a very classy and sophisticated woman at that! He still saw the child she was growing out of, just underneath and for that he was grateful. He held onto that undercurrent and masked his emotions under a mask of hate.
"Well Miss Granger, I see you are not dressed for detention... and may I ask why are you dressed the way you are?"
Hermione heard the condescending tone in his voice. So he means to belittle me, does he? She felt an anger of her own boil up within herself. She wasn't going to lose her temper but she wasn't going to back down from him either.
"Well professor since you saw fit to give me detention on a Saturday morning, I felt I should at least not have to wear the school uniform, its not the most comfortable outfit I ever wore," she shot back.
Snape hid his amazement of her demeanor quite nicely. She not only looked like a woman, she was starting to act like one as well.
"So be it Miss Granger," he said drawling her name out like a sneer. He went back to grading his papers. Hermione stood for a few minutes, waiting for him to tell her what she was suppose to do. She felt this was her chance to try and get close to him. She walked up to his desk and leaned over provocatively.
"Um sir?" she finally said after a few more minutes.
"What!" he barked. He could smell her, she smelled of sandalwood, and other spices... she smelled good!
"What do you want me to do for detention?"
The thoughts of his erotic dream filled his head and he couldn't look up at her, he only pointed at his store room as if it was obvious.
"I want to you organize and restock my store room," he said harshly, still not looking up at her.
"Is that all sir?" she said in a soft slow voice, that made him think of... no stop that line of thought!
"Yes, now that you mention it... I would like you to replace and reorganize my books as well." Again he didn't look up at her, he just kept grading papers.
"But that will take all day sir," she said with a pouting voice. He dared to glance at her from under his eyelids... yes he was right she was damn good at pouting.
"I suggest you get to it before I find anything else for you to do. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes sir." She sighed deeply and walked away toward the store room. Snape watched her walk away. There was a sound of self-dejection in her voice. When she sighed like that, he didn't know why but he didn't like to hear her voice like that. Shaking it off he went back to his grading.
After about an hour, Hermione came back out of the store room with several bottles that needed to be refilled. She gave up on the whole seduction thing, she just had to come to terms that she was just not attractive or desirable enough. With another heavy sigh she placed the jars on a table and went to the containers she knew he kept his reserves. One of the things she needed was too heavy, so she brought the jar to it and had to bend over to refill it.
Snape heard another self-defeating sigh come from Hermione and looked up. What he saw before him made him stop cold. There was Miss Know-it-all bending over with her cute arse waving around as she tried to get into the container. He stopped what he was doing and just enjoyed the sight of her wiggling around down there. He could tell this was not a seduction act, she was too much herself right now and he really didn't think she was that creative to do this.
She was finally done with the store room and moved to putting his books away.
He watched her for a few minutes, yes now was the time to make his move, time to teach this little girl a lesson. Now if he could just think of her as a little girl and not an 18 year old woman, she would be just fine. Or so he kept telling himself.
Hermione was trying to figure out in what order to place the books in when she cut herself on one of the loose papers. "Ouch!"
"Careful," said a voice whispering softly in her ear. She could feel his breath over her skin. He was so close to her that she couldn't move. She found herself traped between the bookshelf and him. 'Talk about a rock and a hard place,' Hermione thought, then blushed when she felt something hard against her back. She tried to look back at him but found that she could not turn around, since he was the hard thing up against her.
Snape reached over and pulled the books out of her hands and then took the hand that was cut, looking at her finger with concern.
"Hum, I must do something about this, I think," he purred in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. Then her whole body went rigid when she felt his warm mouth around her finger. Her eyes were wide with shock as he sucked softly on it. By the time he was done thoroughly molesting her finger, Hermione found she couldn't breathe.
Snape released her finger but not her. He grabbed her waist and pushed her roughly against him, he made sure she could feel just what he wanted.
Hermione didn't think she could be more shocked then when he sucked her finger. She was sourly mistaken!
His lips made contact with her skin just behind her ear. She shivered uncontrollably and she could feel his smile against her skin. His lips moved down her neck nibbling at that soft spot where her neck and shoulders meet. Then taking her earlobe between his teeth he purred, and she melted back into him tilting her head so he could have better access.
Snape was shocked but still kept going, she was actually letting him do this? But how, why? What is this girl, insane? Maybe she forgot who was doing this to her... time for plan B...
"Hermione," he said in a deep husky voice that left no doubt of his desires. She stiffened at the sound of her name on his lips. 'Good,' he thought. 'Maybe now I can get the upper hand again, that is if I ever had it in the first place.'
"Hermione, do you know what men think?" Hermione couldn't think she couldn't trust herself to speak and feeling he was waiting for an answer, she shook her head no.
"When they see a pretty little thing like you, dressed like you are now, they can't help but think of dark rooms in cheep hotels, with dirty sheets. They can't help but think of heat and sweat and flesh, do you understand Hermione?" She had stopped breathing all together. She didn't like the images he was giving her and she wasn't like that! She would never be so low as to do things that way.
Her eyes got wide and she turned around looking straight into his eyes. "You know!"
"Yes Hermione I know all about your little bet."
Her mouth opened just slightly in surprise. "I know what you're trying to do, what you meant to do, but Professor..."
"Yes," he said softly still holding her by the waist, though not as tightly as before.
Before he knew what she was planning on doing she had her arms around his neck and was kissing him deeply, and passionately. His mouth opened in surprise and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss fully. A battle waged war inside his brain, this was a student! Under his care! He couldn't now take advantage of this. Not to mention she was in the middle of a bet!
She tasted good! Too good, he wanted to respond to her. He felt his hands tightening their grip on her waist, but before he could take control of the kiss, she backed away. He looked in her eyes and saw raw deep passion. He also saw fear and confusion.
"I'm so sorry, Professor!" she cried and was gone. He heard her footsteps running down the hall.
He knew she would be back in an hour or two, since she left her book bag.
Sighing deeply Severus took to his private rooms and started to get very, very drunk.
What the hell was he thinking? Oh, such the master planer! Well his plan backfired as badly as it could. He only wanted to scare her into leaving him alone, he never in his wildest dreams thought she would welcome his advances. He expected a slap in the face and retreating of footsteps. Well, he got the retreating of footsteps, but not even that went right...
"What the hell am I going to do now?"
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A/N: Thanks to Etherea, charmed piper, momsangel, fan-rei, Penguin, angelusdream, mysticdarkraven, Cumor, Evil Duckie of the Blacklagoon, Atiannala, Dampilleta, Chainmailgirl ( I suppose it could be ;-) let's just say I did like Hermione and did my own seduction essay LOL I looked around the web and found lots of interesting stuff on seduction) and RE16 (thanks for the link) for your great reviews!