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Warnings: Smut.

Chapter Nine: Role Play

In the coming weeks, the health class lectures had moved away from sexual education, but regardless of what the topic was at hand, class "question and answer" sessions always seemed to revolve around the topic of sex. Hermione understood that, even for the families that were open about the topic, it was less weird to receive this advice from a medical professional, who had no relation to you. She had considerably improved about giving information, without too much personal stuff coming out.

One seventh year boy had actually asked Hermione how many people she had slept with. She did a quick mental calculation while smiling at him. The answer she opted for was a non-incriminating response. "That is hardly an appropriate question to ask your teacher, but for your information, it's an acceptable figure for the length of time I've had an active sex life." She caught a sidelong glace at Severus after her answer. He looked a little red around his collar and, if she wasn't mistaken, a little jealous and angry about her answer. She still had a grin firmly set on her lips while she fielded more questions for her students.

"Miss, when I was home, I overheard my mum say something about a G-spot. What is it?" A curious boy had asked her.

"The G-spot was discovered by a German scientist. It is a soft, spongy area about two inches up on the front portion of the cervix."

A shy, little Ravenclaw asked another question. "Miss, I overheard my sister talking about a cunning linguist. What was she talking about?"

"She probably was talking about cunnilingus. It's oral sex preformed on a vagina. There is also fellatio which is oral sex preformed on a penis."

About six weeks had passed since the students had begun school. There had not been any more heated moments of passion between Severus and Hermione. She still felt a pull of attraction towards him, but she could not tell if he felt the same.

She had been sitting in her office, when she heard the infirmary doors blasted open with a force that could only mean Severus Snape was present. She walked briskly out of her office, intent on giving him a proper scolding about quiet respect being observed in the hospital wing. There could have been sick children present! Her entire demeanour changed when she saw Severus carrying an unconscious first year in his arms.

"Severus! What happened to her?" She asked without any hesitation.

"I don't know what happened. I was teaching them how to brew the Draught of Peace. She must have ruined it quiet badly. And then, she just went a bit rigid, and fell to the floor trembling slightly." He sighed in exasperation and concern. He would never admit it, but he did actually care about the students. More the Slytherins than any others, but he did care about their well-being. "I tried to ennervate her, but it had no effect."

Hermione went to work performing status charms on the girl. Her brain function seemed fine, and there was not a trace of potion running through her system, neither botched nor proper. While examining the girl, she noticed an eerie skeletal likeness to the girl. She was too thin for her own health. She had been a small girl anyway, smaller than most first years usually are, both in height and weight. "If I had to guess, I'd say this girl doesn't weigh more than 30 kilos!" Hermione pursed the girl's lips and examined her teeth. "Severus, she simply passed out. I think she has an eating disorder."

A wave of relief washed over the Potions master, and a smile appeared on Hermione's face. She walked towards a cabinet along the wall of her infirmary located in the centre of the room. She withdrew a potion that had been brewed as prenatal vitamins. "It's not exactly what she needs right now, but it'll do." Hermione moved the girl into a more upright position, and forced the potion into her mouth. Hermione massaged the girl's throat to help the potion down and then waited for the girl to awake. She began stirring slowly. "I'm glad you'll be joining us again, Miss Jayne." Hermione smiled down at the girl. "How are you feeling?"

The girl took in her surroundings. She was lying on a bed, which felt more like a couch without a back on it. There was a small pillow under her head, which had been flattened from overuse. It was painfully bright in the room, and it smelled of disinfectant. She knew she had to be in the hospital wing, though she had never seen it before. "I feel a little weak." Her voice didn't seem very strong and sounded groggy.

"Do you know where you are, Miss Jayne?"

"The hospital wing."

"Very good. Do you know how you got here?"

"The last thing I remember is feeling very faint in the dungeons during double Potions." It was then that she noticed Professor Snape standing just a ways behind Miss Granger; his face was tense, with what she thought was concern. She brushed that thought away. She had heard horror stories about the dreaded Potions master from her older brother. He was ten years her senior. Her mother was a witch, and her father was a Muggle. Her brother was actually only a half-brother, they had different fathers.

"Professor Snape tells me that you collapsed in class. I'd like to ask you a few questions now, if you're feeling up to it." Hermione smiled at her in a caring way, with almost a motherly concern on her face. She nodded in agreement. "Professor, if you'll excuse us, this is a bit of a personal conversation. You may wait in my office or leave to attend other business."

Severus nodded slightly in agreement. "I have some potions to brew. We can converse later."

Severus swept away to brew some nutritional potions. Once hearing the door click, Hermione turned back to her patient. "Miss Jayne, some of these questions may embarrass you, but I need you to answer them truthfully." The girl in the bed nodded and Hermione conjured up a chair to sit next to her.

"Have you been under an unusual amount of stress lately? Any type of stress: trouble with classes, with your friends or with your home life?"

"No, Miss, my family is fine. I do miss them, but I get letters often from mum."

Hermione smiled. "It's lovely to see parents staying involved with their children. Have you been feeling sick at all lately? An unusual amount of upset stomachs, perhaps?"

"No, I've felt fine, really."

"Have you perhaps been getting teased a lot by your schoolmates?"

"That's an odd question." She thought aloud. "No, Miss, everyone has been really nice to me."

"Miss Jayne, this is not what you'd like to hear, I'm sure, but from the look of your teeth it looks like you've been vomiting quite frequently. What brought you around was a nutritional potion. I suspect that you have an eating disorder, most likely bulimia. I would like to set up appointments with you, so we can chat on a regular basis. I'm no psychologist, but I'm more than willing to listen to any problems you have and offer you advice. I will give you a few potions to take with you to help bring your strength back up. Otherwise, you're free to head to your next class."

The younger girl looked taken aback; she had not thought anyone had noticed her. She smiled weakly at Hermione. Hermione left to get a strengthening potion, as well as an invigorating one. Hermione handed the potions to the student, which she drank without any argument, and then headed towards the door. "Thank you, Miss Granger." She smiled again before heading to Charms.

Hermione set about the task of cleaning up after her patient. She straightened the bed sheets before performing a quick cleansing charm on them, and she washed the phials the prescribed potions were dosed from. Once the hospital wing seemed be to back in order, she sat back in her office to begin reading. She wanted to read more about eating disorders before their first meeting.

Whispers were filling the halls. There had been more speculation about Snape recently. This time their mutterings were not negative, though.

"Have you noticed?" One rather gossipy fifth year began to her friend, "Snape's appearance has been changing!"

"I know! Have you seen his teeth? They're so white and straight now!"

"You know, if he smiled a bit more I bet he'd be really attractive." The first girl blushed a bit while admitting such a thing.

"I find myself unable to concentrate in Potions anymore," the other girl admitted, equally embarrassed.

"And have you noticed his hair! It's not greasy anymore!"

A little embarrassed and not wanting to admit it, the second girl asked with caution, "You don't think he's… seeing someone, do you?"

"He could be. Have you noticed, he has moments of almost kindness now?"

"Kindness?"

"I said almost. Just the other day, he only took five points from a Hufflepuff for speaking out of turn, when normally it would have been ten or fifteen."

"Come to think of it, he hasn't assigned nearly as many detentions, either. Could it be? The dreaded Potions master is getting laid?"

"His skin has looked a lot nicer lately…"

The two girls fell into a bout of giggles as they walked into class together.

In the dungeons

That evening, Hermione knocked on Severus's doors. He opened the door only partially as hard as he normally would. "Miss Hermione. What a surprise." He gave a quick smirk before he allowed her entrance to his rooms. "To what do I owe the… pleasure, of this visit?"

Hermione caught the innuendo in the phrasing he chose to use, and fairly successfully managed not to blush and start babbling like a school girl with a crush. Truth be told, that is how she had been feeling around him for nearly the entire time she had been back at Hogwarts. This feeling had only amplified after that hot little quickie they had after class a few weeks back. "The pleasure of your company is no longer a sufficient excuse to come to visit?"

"Miss Hermione, nobody really enjoys my company. Why are you really here?" He enjoyed playing games with her. He was not sure how the physical encounter had come about, but he had been dying to repeat it ever since. There had been many nights he had wanked, remembering the feel of her wet little opening against his shaft. Even a passing thought at the memory caused his blood to surge south, which did not seem to relent under any circumstance other than release.

Hermione noticed him shifting in place and saw a glimmer in his eyes. She thought she saw a momentary glimpse of primal need and desire float into his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. She wanted to test the waters, to see if he would be up for a repeat and a possibly extended version of their classroom exploits. "Well, sir, I've been a bit lonely all the way up in the hospital wing. It seems like nobody ever gets hurt or sick anymore." She pouted and tried to give him her best sultry, provocative expression.

His voice dropped slightly in timbre and became huskier. "And, what type of 'pleasurable' company were you seeking?"

Hermione closed the distance between them and inhaled deeply. She could smell his shampoo and the lingering scent of herbs, and other potions ingredients. She found the scent intoxicating and erotic. Her pupils dilated noticeably, and she felt hot breath against her ear. She moaned involuntarily. Her secret was out. "My sentiments exactly, Miss Hermione." He grasped one of her wrists in his larger hand, and guided hers towards his erection to elaborate on his previous statement. A look of longing was clearly evident on her face as her hand wrapped around his hidden assets.

She dropped to her knees without warning, which startled him briefly. She began fumbling with his trousers, trying to open them, but her hands were quivering slightly with anticipation. She finally managed to free his erection, and her breath caught in the back of her throat. She had not actually seen his cock in their previous engagement. She felt him within her, but it happened quickly, and she had been so lost in the moment she had not actually studied his physique.

His penis was bigger than average, but could not be considered huge. It had a good sized girth to it, and was a deep red to purple shade, quivering slightly with need. She reached her hand out thoughtfully as she debated touching it. He sighed when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. She tentatively licked the tip, and a hiss of breath escaped his lips. Feeling empowered and bold, she ran her tongue from the tip of his penis down the underside to the base. She was enveloped with his manly, musky scent. She took another tentative lick at his ball sac, before wrapping her mouth around his cock and sucking and licking at his shaft. She began fondling his sac and running her hands around his thighs while moving rhythmically up and down.

After a few minutes of pleasure he stopped her, not sure of how much longer he would be able to hold out if she kept up her ministrations. He held out a hand to her, offering to help her off her knees. They headed towards his bedroom to get more comfortable. She glanced around his room, noticing a large bed off towards the corner. She saw that it was not a four poster and thought it to be logical. He was the type of man who would want to see around him at all times. He certainly took a page out of Moody's book with his 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE.' He guided her to his bed; it was covered in a heavy comforter, which was a rather neutral shade of khaki with white silk sheets protruding underneath. She glanced around, briefly noticing bookshelves lining the walls and a fireplace keeping the room warm. She noticed that it was unusually warm for the dungeons. There were a few chairs sitting in front of the fireplace as well, but that was all she could notice, before her lips were captured in a passionate kiss by Severus. A moan escaped her throat, as his tongue brushed her lips, silently asking for entry. She complied with his request, opening her mouth as her hands fumbled the buttons on his frock coat.

He pushed her back onto his bed, breaking their kiss. He took out his wand and vanished all of their clothing before crawling on top of her. He nipped at her neck, causing her to gasp as she entwined her hands into his hair. Severus' voice became very animalistic; he growled against her neck, "Miss Granger, when do you harvest fluxweed?"

She was mildly confused by the question's pertinence, but answered before she could even think about her response. "It must be harvested during the full moon, sir."

"Very well, and can you list the ingredients needed for the Draught of Living Death?"

As odd as it was to be answering questions about potions while she was in the middle of a tryst, she found she could not stop herself from answering, and that it had a similar effect to talking dirty. The fact that he was using a form of his teaching voice, and was talking down to her, made her wetter than she had ever imagined. "Wormwood… asphodel… sopophorus bean." She paused as a guttural moan escaped her lips as he plunged deep within her core. "And Valerian R—oh, Severus—Root."

With his thrusting becoming faster, harder, and more erratic, he asked one final question, "What, Miss Granger, is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

With her muscles clamping tightly down on his shaft, she tried to answer him in a steady and composed voice. "They are the same plant, sir." She hissed the last word as she came, muscles quivering, and her breathing heavy. He thrust into her once more as deeply as he could, before his release coated her insides. He muttered something into her neck that she did not catch.

Notes: A kilo is 2.2 pounds. That part was random knowledge on my part. I don't remember where I found it, but only ten percent of eleven-year-olds weigh 30 kilos, or right around 70 pounds. I think the 50 percentile was around 40 kilos.

As for that little scene at the end there, I recall reading a story recently that had a similar scene to it. I forget what it was called, but Hermione worked as a burlesque girl to pay for university. If there were a lot of similarities between the scenes it was completely unintentional and I apologise in advance.