A/N

Right, here it is at last – the bit you've all been waiting for (well, some of you dreading coz you think HGSS is sick – but you really shouldn't read a HGSS fic if this is you).

Don't flame too much coz ive never written a "romance" scene before.

Chapter Eight – I'm Serious

Ginny looked up in disbelief. When she had gotten over the shock a bit she added:

"Well, umm... I know he's intelligent and a spy and everything but, umm..." Hermione nodded, knowing what her friend meant. He wasn't really the best looking guy on the planet, after all. Overall, though, the Head Girl thought the redhead had handled it rather well. And it felt good to have her secret in the open.

"I know Gin," she replied after a while. "But he's different, you know? I see another side... Now I really wish I didn't play those tricks on him – although it was rather funny and he did deserve it... Oh and he's a damn good kisser, too!" she giggled.

Ginny's eyes widened and she turned a little red.

"Hermione! Wait... you mean he snogs you back?!" Hermione smiled.

"Yeh, but don't tell anyone."

"I won't... wow, 'Mione, you could get lucky!"

"Are you sure? I'm kind of skinny and boring..." the redhead rolled her eyes and pinned her with a glare.

"Now, we are i not /i starting that again! How many more times: You. Are. Perfect."

Hermione smiled.

"Thanks, Gin," she said.

Draco Malfoy paced boredly. Alright, so his two bodyguards didn't know how to hold a particularly intelligent conversation but they were still company. He didn't even have Blaise to hang out with, and all Pansy ever wanted to do was... well, best not to think about that...

Boys like Draco do not like feeling like loners. It makes them angry. More specifically, it makes them vengeful. More specifically still, it makes them want to hex people like Potter, Weasley and Granger into next millennia. And that was exactly what he intended to do. Now, just how to go about it...

Severus Snape was more pissed off than he ever remembered being. Not only was his class being constantly interrupted by Veritaserum-inventors and thumb-suckers and he had a South-American macaw to look after (why Hagrid couldn't take him, he'd never know) but he couldn't get the Granger girl off his mind. It was getting to be a full-blown obsession now – and he hated it.

At her next detention if she so much as fluttered an eyelash at him he would not be responsible for his actions.

Hogwarts' Head Girl was bored, like most of the other people in the castle at that minute. She'd read all her textbooks, done all her homework and revised for NEWTs for more hours than she cared to count. She needed something to occupy her overactive imagination.

As usual in situations like this, her thoughts drifted down to the dungeons. Her detentions, in all honesty, were more of a pastime than a chore. He'd even let her grade essays the other day – really, did he not realise she like doing that?!

Even so, if she didn't get to kiss him properly soon she was going to kill herself with need. The kisses in the lessons were nice, yes, (and, she had to admit, there was something very arousing – although kinky – in being snogged in front of the entire class) but she wanted him to initiate it. She wanted him to want her. Hell, she wanted him to fuck her.

With these thoughts in her head, she decided to go down there tonight and get him.

Seven o' clock came slowly for once. Hermione made sure to wear her very shortest skirt and tame her hair into ringlets. She even found herself checking her appearance in the mirror as she exited her rooms.

Walking through the corridors she began to get a little nervous. After all, how do you go about asking your teacher for a snog? Not to mention the fact that he was twice as old as her.

Still, she thought as she reached the ominous-looking door to the Potions Classroom, in for a penny, in for a pound. Taking a breath, she knocked and slid inside. She wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

The Potions Master sat at his desk, grading third-year essays and waiting for Hermione to show up for detention. There was a knock on the door and she entered, wearing a very, very short skirt and tank top that really didn't leave much to the imagination. He groaned quietly as she blew him a kiss and walked towards him. Did she really have to do that?

He edged further under his desk to save his dignity but she noticed.

"Hiding something, Professor?" she smirked.

"Miss Granger," he snapped, "I don't believe I said you could come in your own clothes."

"Well sir," she countered, "I figured I'd be cleaning so I didn't want to get my robes to get, uh, dirty." she licked her lips in mock-innocence, and looked up at the ceiling. "Although I admit it is for your benefit rather than mine..."

"Very well," he sighed, trying to tear his eyes away and pretending the essays were more interesting. "I had thought you could grade some essays, but as you're so beautifully dressed for cleaning I think you can scrub those cauldrons instead." She rolled her eyes, knowing she was caught. Then she thought of something and grinned.

"Yes sir, I believe that would be appropriate." She saw him raise an eyebrow out of the corner of her eye but didn't look straight at him because of the dare.

She stalked over to the pile of dirty cauldrons, conjured some water and a scrubbing brush and got to work.

It didn't take Snape long to become entranced by her rhythmic movements, she noticed. In fact, she had a distinct feeling he was still nursing his rather... painful... reaction to her.

"Miss Granger!" he barked suddenly. She jumped slightly and then turned around.

"Yes, sir?" She blew a kiss and saw him visibly shudder. It was quite a nice sight. She came and leant over his desk so they were only inches apart.

Despite her obvious flirting, she was still rather surprised when he grabbed her head and pressed her lips to his. She moaned.

He was rougher and more demanding than he had been in class, yet gentler too somehow.

When she eventually came up for air she leant into him and whispered:

"If that wasn't real I'm going to kill you." He smirked.

"No, I'm serious..." he whispered hesitantly back. "Are you?"

"Yes," she said, smiling, as she lent down to kiss him again.

"I want you..." he said against her mouth. She sighed and walked around the desk towards him.

"I want you too," she said as she climbed into his lap and held him close to her.

"Stay with me tonight?" he asked. She just nodded and he locked the door with a flick of his wand. She felt safe with his arms around her.

A/N

I'm really sorry chapters seem to be getting shorter but I had a point where I wanted to end this one. I'll try and do a longer chapter in the next update next week.

hugs, and thanks to all my wonderful reviewers as usual,

ss13 xxx