Here is the next part the next update will be on Monday ( because I am sitting in a Bus to Alice Springs for two days)

Keep on telling me how you like it. I also like to read all the theories you have. As I said this story is already finished, but I am open for everything for the sequel...

Weeks went by and nothing spectacular happened. Dumbledore had told the school on the first evening that she was now Hermione Snape. Rumors had spread instantly but they didn't even bother her any longer. She and Severus had settled into a routine. Every morning they would have breakfast together before he would go teaching and she studying.

At first it had been hard for her to see the man who, almost every night, made passionate love to her, standing in front of his desk, being his grumpy Potions master self and treating her without any difference than before. But as time went by, she managed to divide the person Severus Snape from the professor. And, although their sex life hasn't slowed down, they were never affectionate in public.

Her free time was almost completely occupied by Harry and Ron. They had made peace with the situation and were now gently teasing her about her new status. At the moment, the Gryffindors had double Potions with the Slytherins and she was helping Neville.

"Thank you so much, Hermione. I couldn't survive without you."

She smiled encouragingly at him. "It's really no problem, Neville." They worked together in silence and, when the potion was ready, she took a sample and brought it to the teacher's desk. He didn't even look up from his papers.

"Just put it in the basket, Mrs. Snape."

"Yes, sir."

After the lesson was over, she left with Harry and Ron. "So, what do you say? Hogsmeade this weekend?" Ron asked.

"Sure. I need to get some things, anyway," Hermione said as Harry nodded. He laid his arm around her shoulders.

"We really missed you over the summer, 'Mione."

"I missed you, too."

"So, what is it like?"

"What?" She looked puzzled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "To be married to Hogwarts big bad, of course."

She blushed. "Oh, well, first of all, don't call him that. He can be really nice if he wants to be. We can talk for hours," she stated but Ron nudged her in the side.

"Not that. What about the other side of your relationship?"

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. "Excuse me? For your own sake I will pretend that you never even thought about that, Ronald Weasley. How dare you?"

Ron had the modesty to blush and lowered his head. "I'm sorry."

"Good! Now excuse me, I think I left my back pack in the Potions room." She turned on her heels and walked down the corridor.

"So, what do you think?" Harry asked.

"First, I think they're shagging like mad. Second, I think she likes it and third, I think she likes him more than she's admitting."

Harry nodded his head. "I think the same, mate."

"Hungry?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're always hungry."

"I'm still growing, you know." Ron teased.

-

Hermione was still muttering to herself when she entered the Potions classroom. "Bloody little git. Who does he think he is? How dare he ask me something like that?" She searched for her schoolbag while she continued to curse Ron but she couldn't find it. 'Maybe Severus has it,' she thought

She went towards his private office and entered without knocking. He wasn't in the room but she spotted her bag on his desk. She went over and took it. Turning around, she bumped into his hard body. Severus had his arms crossed.

"Would you like to explain what you are doing in my private office without my permission?" he snarled.

She blushed. "Well, I came to look if you had taken my bag…" she said defensively.

"You have no right to intrude here like you did."

"I am your wife."

"That you are, Madam, but it doesn't mean that I will tolerate this kind of behavior. I won't let you go away without punishment. You also should remember that this isn't a marriage, it is a handfasting and furthermore, outside our quarters you are not my wife; you are my student, nothing more and nothing less." He was looking down at her with that nasty look in his black eyes. "I have waited years for this. Detention, Mrs. Snape!"

"Detention? What for?" she asked furiously, her fists closed in anger.

"For intruding into a professor's private office."

"You can't do that!"

"Be assured that I can. Detention for two days to begin tonight."

She was staring at him in disbelief.

"Did I make myself clear, Mrs. Snape?"

"Yes," she answered through clenched teeth.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir!"

He nodded in approval. "You may go, now. I will see you at eight, here in the Potions classroom."

She hurried past him without another look

-

"Detention! He gave me detention!" She said, still shocked as she sat down between Ron and Harry.

"Who?" they asked in unison.

"My dear husband, Professor Snape!"

The boys looked up, surprised. "Really? What for?"

"For walking into his office without permission," she said through clenched teeth.

Harry and Ron exchanged a humorous gaze and chuckled softly.

"What's the matter?" she asked, perplexed.

"Well, let's put it this way; if - and I'm just saying if - I were in his situation, I would… well, you know…"

"No, Ron. I don't know."

Ron had started to grow red. It was one thing to discuss things like this with Harry and the other boys but with Hermione…

" What Ron is trying to say, Hermione, is…well, have you considered that this could be some kind of role-play?" Harry added as he saw the condition Ron was in.

"Role-play?" she asked, still clueless.

"For god's sake, Hermione? Do we have to spell it out for you? A ROLE-PLAY. Like in the grumpy old Professor gives 'detention' to his helpless student!"

The moment she finally understood what the two were saying, she blushed deeply. "Do you ever think about anything else these days?" she asked, embarrassed.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "No, not really. After all, you're the one who's having sex regularly while we…"

Hermione quickly held her hand up to stop him. "That's more than I ever wanted to know about your sex lives. Thank you very much."

The boys just shrugged their shoulders and soon the conversation turned to less private topics.

After dinner, Hermione went to her quarters and showered. All the time, she kept the image that Ron and Harry had created, in her mind. Was that the reason for her detention? Did Severus want to act out a fantasy? Not that she would mind. The idea really turned her on and her desire was already growing.

During the next hour, she worked her fantasy into overdrive. She had created at least a dozen different scenarios about Severus and her playing "Professor and Student". She finally got dressed and, following an impulse, shrank her skirt so that it was falling a hands width over her butt. She opened the first few buttons of her blouse and decided to wear no panties and a deep-red lace bra. The robe would cover her if she were to run into someone on her way. Eager to go to her detention, she left her rooms.

-

Severus was already waiting. He was grading some papers when she arrived. He barely looked up before pointing towards some cauldrons. "They need to be polished," he said.

Hermione went over to the cauldrons, unfastened her robe, and took it off before she bent down to get to work. She slowly started polishing one, all the time hoping he would come over to stop this stupid game and make love to her. But Severus did nothing of the sort. He continued his work as if she was not in the room at all. After the third cauldron, Hermione had enough. 'Accidentally' she let one drop to the floor. The noise made Severus look up just in time to see her bend over to get it. Her pose gave him a perfect view on her naked butt. For a moment he just stared at her. What by Merlin's robes was going on? Why was his wife running around without underwear? Not that he minded but, how dare she?

He started to say something when she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him seductively. Suddenly it dawned to him what this was. She thought he had given her detention to act out a fantasy. He would have laughed if the thought itself hadn't been so damn sexy. This could be fun. He stood up and walked in her direction.

Hermione smiled to herself as she heard him approach. Finally! She felt his presence behind her but did not turn around. They were mere inches apart now; she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Due to the fact that she had thought about this for almost two hours, Hermione was already highly aroused.

Severus bent his head until his lips were mere centimeters away from her ear. He could hear her breath quicken. "If I were you, I would work faster. Otherwise, you are going to spend all night here."

Shivers went down her spine as his warm breath reached her sensitive skin. "Maybe that wouldn't be so bad, Professor."

"If you think so, continue then," he said, walking away, glad that she couldn't see his smirk.

Hermione suddenly felt cold without his presence. As she turned around, she saw him again sitting behind his desk. What the hell was going on with that man?

She cleaned the next two cauldrons before he went to her again. "It's no wonder that you are so slow. You're holding it wrong. Here…" He went behind her and put his arms around her. With one hand he hold the cauldron and with the other he took hold of her hand, making lazy circles on the inside of the cauldron. His face was next to hers and she just stared at him without paying attention to his cauldron cleaning. His cheek occasionally touched hers and she could feel the harsh beard beginnings scratching over her soft flesh. If he would turn his head just a little more their lips would touch.

Hermione's breathing had been irregular before but now she almost hyperventilated. His presence and his scent, his skin against hers, she needed to have him, needed him like the air she breathed.

"So, you see, this way will be much faster," he said and stepped away; letting his hands lightly skim over her arms.

The separation almost hurt. Again he went back to his desk, leaving her more aroused than ever.

In the next two hours, Severus often stopped by his working student. He would whisper something in her ear or touch her with an excuse. He was driving her mad. She was nearly finished with the cauldrons and highly frustrated when he stopped by again. She groaned as his smell surrounded her.

"Very well, Mrs. Snape. I see you are nearly finished. I trust you to complete them after I am..," he paused for a moment.

"After you are what?" she asked, almost breathlessly. This was it. Now he would take her. She was sure.

"After I am gone, of course. It is late and I am tired. Good night." Before Hermione had really realized what he had said, Severus had left the room.

He chuckled to himself when he arrived in his quarters. That had been priceless. It was not that he minded the idea. It was just that she had to know where her borders were. When he said detention, he had meant it. Indeed, he had to admit that the situation had also turned him on and, moreover, he had been able to smell her arousal the whole time. The last two hours had been a delicate torture for him. Severus undressed and showered before he slipped naked under the soft covers.

He did not have to wait long before Hermione entered their rooms. She undressed and pulled on her cotton red pajamas, which covered her completely, before she climbed into bed, facing the wall. Normally she would move until she was spooned against him but not this time.

Silly girl. Did she really think that wearing pajamas would have any effect on him? He closed his eyes and smiled before he finally fell asleep.