Sitting in class the following day, Hermione found herself eyeing her professor dreamily, remembering the delightful things they'd done to each other and imagining what they'd yet to discover.
Trying desperately to ignore her disconcerting stare, Snape finally, in exasperation, subtly snapped his wand in her direction before turning to explain, in simpler terms, a potions' shortcut each student should by now have memorized.
At the faint flash in her notebook, Hermione glanced down and raised her brows at the words appearing before her.
"Stop staring at me with those wicked thoughts so clearly in your eyes before I give you a good reason for the look."
Biting her lip against the urge to laugh out loud (and feeling faintly smug that she'd unnerved him) she felt a corresponding thrill at his threat. What could he do to her – here in the midst of a roomful of students?
Sparing her a brief glance, he felt his heart trip at the site of her wanton stare and small, daring smile. Feeling his blood thicken in his veins, he whirled and stalked to sit behind his desk, snapping out reading assignments of several chapter reviews, and ignoring – for a change - the responding muffled groans.
Picking up a feathered quill, he mumbled a brief but complex spell, and lay it to paper. As each sentence ended, it would fade from the paper, and he would write another.
Ignoring the class assignment, Hermione watched him closely, trying to decipher his movements and their meaning. She watched as his lips moved quietly to himself as he chose a feathered pen, then frowned in concentration as he began to write.
The moment his pen lifted from the paper, she smothered a gasp at the sensation of a stinging slap on her bottom, followed by another and other. His pen lifted, and she felt the added sensation of his thigh pressed between her legs, then the shock of his lips on her neck.
Fighting to keep her mouth closed, she watched his scribbling frantically, as another hand made a slow caressing trip up the side of her body to her breast and his hot, moist mouth closed over her own. Each new feeling became a new note in the chorus. Realizing he was writing a compilation of each time he had touched her, forcing her to feel everything at once, she fought frantically to control her reaction. Recalling his next touch, he looked up in time to catch her silent plea. Eyes crinkling, he slightly shook his head, and watched her eyes shut in relief, then fly open wide as she felt his hand touching her intimately. Another scratch of the pen, and she felt him inside her as well, swelling and moving with silky heat and friction.
When the sensation of his warm wet mouth joined the rest, she snatched open and hid behind her large textbook as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her system.
Desperately attempting to keep what she was feeling to herself, and afraid she was going to slither out of her chair into a boneless mass, she lurched to her feet and ran out of the classroom. Hiding in the last stall of the girls bathroom, she grabbed on to the top of the partition as her body was assaulted by multiple sensations and rolling orgasms.
Watching her quick departure, Severus sat for a moment, pen posed. Now, this was a quandary. He hadn't expected her to leave. Once the words left the paper, their actions stayed with the recipient, until the writer chose to end the spell. But writer and subject had to be in sight of each other. If he left the room to go after her, too many curious eyes would notice. Damn!
Casting a quick glance at the large clock on the wall, he sighed inwardly. Twenty more minutes! Thinking of the combination of actions he'd written down, he winced. 'These are just memories. It's not like it's really happening to her.' But to her, they would be very real. At least until the spell ended.
Frustrated, he aimed his brooding, annoyed expression around the classroom, causing more than one student to shrink into themselves in an effort to disappear.
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The bell signaling the end of the class echoed dimly in Hermione's consciousness. Lying flat on her back on the floor of the bathroom stall, she was no more aware of her surroundings than of the throaty cries and moans that escaped her lips. Her body had become her whole world. His hands, his lips, his body .., her sole focus. She would have thought she'd be numb by now, but each touch, each caress, felt exciting and new. Each stinging slap, tingled sharply. Each powerful thrust, drove her over an edge she had yet to tire of.
And when she heard her voice called out quietly, and strong arms lift and cradle her closely, she felt bereft as the spell was ended.
"I'm so sorry, my pet." He nuzzled her neck with his lips. "I didn't expect you to leave."
Tilting his head back to look into her eyes, he asked softly, "Are you all right?"
Open mouthed, with a shocked look in her eyes, she whispered, "I'm impressed."
His startled laugh was abruptly ended by her fierce, passionate kiss.
He jumped and set her down as chattering female voices entered the room.
Mouthing the words, 'Until tonight,' he vanished into thin air, leaving Hermione panting, shocked and envious.
The sneaky son of a bitch knew how to apparate on Hogwarts grounds!