The next morning was just a great big blur for me. I had no idea how I made it all the way to the Seventh floor girl's dormitory. Personally I thought I would have past out by the Second floor at the speed I was going. I was sort of shocked about what had happen the night before. I had kissed a Professor. Not just any Professor, Professor Snape! I did find a slight joy in the fact that I could still taste him on my lips when I awoke. Thank god it was a Saturday. I don't know what I would have done if I had to go to classes that day. I thought maybe by then he would have forgotten, because I certainly wouldn't. I couldn't. Not with Lavender and Pavarti going on constantly about how wonderful the Ball was on Saturday and Sunday. I cringe slightly when they had asked where I had been. No one even noticed I was there. As I sat there, sulking in my own misery, I absentmindedly scanned the Head Table, not looking for anyone in particular, but I knew who would be there…
I could feel her gaze on me, and I knew it was she. No one else would gaze at me for five minutes straight. I wasn't sure if she intended on keeping it up, but she was doing a pretty good job of it. After she fled last night, I went back to the Great Hall to see if she had returned, to forget about what had happen, but apparently she went straight to her Common room. How can I forget about the other night, with her staring at me, like that? God knows what she will do when classes start on Monday… Thank god it was Saturday. Hopefully she'll forget it ever happened. And if she doesn't, I can always take points away from her until she gets the hint. At that point I met her gaze straight on, after finishing my conversation with Professor Flitwick. What had I done last night? How can I face her now? What would Professor Dumbledore do if he ever found out? Surely I'd be fired. No, I can't let that happen. This little conflict has to end before it even begins. I took my gaze off of her.
Come Monday, Hermione was literally hyperventilating in her seat during Breakfast. But she didn't care. She was nervous. Potions were the first classes on Monday with the Slytherins. And besides, it's not like anyone would notice anyway.
Hermione's nails were deepening into the edge of the table when she decided to take a quick glance at the Head Table… Snape wasn't there. "Hermione?"
Hermione didn't answer. A hand flew in front of her face. "Hello, Hermione?"
Hermione jumped back in surprise. "Harry! What?"
He pulled his hand back at the look of worry on her face. "Nothing," he said. He gave her a few more glances before asking, "What's wrong?"
Hermione was shocked to hear that he actually wanted to know what was wrong with her. No one had stopped to ask of her well being in a long time. "Nothing Harry. It's just… Nothing." She breathed in response. Harry put a warming hand on her shoulder. He moved a little closer towards her. "Come on, Hermione. You can tell me…"
"I think you heard her, Harry," Ginny said from behind. "Leave her alone. You don't want her to think you were trying to be more then friendly. Come on, sit by me." She pointed to a place a few seats away. "Okay," Harry replied reluctantly.
"See you in class later Hermione," Harry said, while being led by Ginny.
"Yeah, see you Harry," she replied, watching Ginny as she dragged him away. Ginny gave her a look before sitting down with Harry beside her.
The last thing she could remember was Ron yelling across the table, "Hey, Hermione! Mind if I copy your homework for Potions?" before she was deep in thought again.
Potions couldn't have come any faster then it had already, when Hermione found herself trudging in through the door. She wanted to do nothing more but pretend she had went to the Hospital wing for being sick, but she knew if she had came tardy she would definitely lose house points. And if she didn't show up at all, she would receive a failing grade for the day. Hermione was thinking over her options when she felt Harry sit beside her.
"Sorry about this morning," he whispered.
"What do you mean," she asked.
"Ginny. She's been acting real strange lately. She won't let me talk to anyone lately…"
"Right," Hermione replied. 'Or is it the fact that she knows you would prefer me to her any day, Harry,' she thought.
This would have been a good time to snigger to herself if she hadn't felt the cold presence of her Potions Professor enter the room. Everyone immediately seated himself or herself.
Snape glided quickly towards his desk at the front of the dingy dungeon room, trying his best to avoid the eyes of a certain know-it-all Gryffindor. Hermione purposely bowed her head down, concentrating on her fumbling fingers as he passed her.
Snape swiftly turned towards the class… "Turned to page, 437…"
Hermione concentrated on the task at hand, squashing beetle eyes, instead of the man that was hovering over the class, grading them as they worked. When he had reached their front table, he merely looked inside Harry's cauldron before deciding to give him a disapproving mark because he didn't like the way Harry set up his appliances. He gave Hermione a passing grade as always, but didn't say anything to her, as always.
'Today, is like every other day,' she thought, as he began pacing around the classroom again. 'If he plans on just ignoring me like nothing had happen, that's fine,' she thought. Though she couldn't help but feel a little hurt.
She was relieved when class was over. Gryffindor was down thirty points because Neville spilled his potion, and Ron cursed out loud when Snape told him that his 'concoction' was a disgrace. Hermione was just about to sprint out of the door, when she heard his silky voice call her from behind. "Miss Granger, I would like to see you for a moment," It wasn't a request. It was a demand. What had she done wrong? He gave her a passing grade, right? Hermione half expected Harry and Ron to give a questioning look and wait and see if she wanted them to go ahead or not, but they were already out the door, around the corner, and in the Great Hall getting ready for their next class. Hermione was use to them leaving her nowadays. Hermione slowly walked up to his desk, her head held high. If he was going to pretend like it never happened, what was the point in being embarrassed by it? She said firmly, "You wanted to see me Professor?" She asked, inquisitively.
Her voice caught his attention, prying it away from the homework he was grading. Truthfully he hadn't brought her up there for no particularly good reason, he just knew he'd have to talk to her about the other night some time or another. He got up and quickly started pacing the room behind. "Hermione," he began. 'It must be important,' Hermione thought, 'He used my name…' but of course it was important. You kissed him, he kissed a student, which could jeopardize his job and send him packing. Don't you get it Hermione?'
"Yes, Professor?"
"Last night, was a big mistake. You and I for one, should have never done what we had done the other night…"
"I understand…" she replied, as she watched him pace around her, not looking directly where he was going.
"I think we should end this now. Just pretend that it never happened…"
"I agree sir…"
"And…" He ran into her, knocking her of balance. With quick reflexes, he caught her, just in the nick of time. Hermione clung onto him around his neck to keep from falling. Snape had pulled her up with such a force that she was now as close as she was to him the night before when he ravished her mouth with kisses. He could smell the light sent of strawberries. Hermione pulled back a little to see his face looking down on her. Hermione could remember this position of herself and him from last night even if five obliviators hit her with the same curse all at once. She could smell the light scent of spices and herbs like she had the night before, which gave her even more memories of the kiss they had shared. True it had been her first real kiss and she had nothing to compare it to, but the kiss she had shared with Professor Snape had to be one to keep in the record books. She could remember him slowly slipping in his moist tongue, invading her mouth of privacy. His hands gliding up and down her body… his light kisses running down her neck, which made her moan towards the heavens.
She hadn't realized what he had been doing to her until he stopped. She could feel the heat rise in her just by thinking of it. And now that she was in the same position again, she couldn't help but feel the same again.
He continued. "And… I think we should pretend that it never happened and avoid each other…" he whispered. He was drawing close to her ear. Hermione's touch on him set something off.
"I, agree, Professor," she breathed in his ear. That had done the trick. Snape lightly bit her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione wrapped her arms around his head, bringing him into a lustful kiss. He was first frozen by how fast she reacted, but then gradually began taking over her mouth, claiming it his. Hermione gave a deep moan when he pushed her against the wall: his tongue deepening their unbroken kiss.
Hermione's hands traveled through his hair, down his neck, and ended just below his chest. He gave a faint growl when she absentmindedly started hand motions on his chest. She maneuvered herself into him a little more. She could feel the arousal building in her with every kiss, and every stroke on her lower back. When she thought he could do no more then let her jump on the desk and let him ravish her, he surprised her when he slipped one hand under her skirt, leaving imprints on the inside of her legs, which sent her into a world of pleasure. Hermione was feeling a little antsy and decided to take control of his mouth with her petruding tongue. She felt a smirk of satisfaction play on Snape's lips when she moaned in response to his slip of hand. He pulled on her knickers a few more times, before playing with her nether lips. Hermione's head leaned back as Snape placed moist kisses on her neck. Her moans were becoming louder with each stroke of the hand. Hermione was near her peak when he immediately stopped his ministrations, and whispered in her ear, "I think it's time for you to get to your next class, Ms. Granger."
Hermione's panting slowed down a bit. Snape gave her one more stroke before pulling away from her. Hermione began smoothing out her skirt before taking her bag and quickly leaving the classroom with not a glance back.
When she left Snape sat back down behind his desk. She had left him with a painful hard on. 'What happened there?' was his last coherent thought on the matter, before his next class of Seventh years, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, came bustling in.
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