"On the count of three I'll step out from behind this column. Try to restrain yourself." He stated.
She resisted a laugh at the thought of herself pouncing on Professor Snape. How absurd. "Yes sir." She replied.
"One-" She steadied her feet on the floor. "Two-" She clenched her fists and released them at her sides. "Three-" She took in a breath. As soon as he walked out, she felt the wind knocked out of her. The room was spinning and he was the only thing in focus. Did he always have such elegant looking hands? She tried to shake it off.
'Come on Hermione,' she thought, 'This is a professor here. Professor Snape.' But as soon as she thought his name she felt something like a sugar rush. Her heart was beating faster. She wanted to touch him. He must be so lonely.
"Hermione-" she heard him say sweetly. That was not possible! He never called students by their first name. Let alone anyone! Her eyelids were getting heavy and various parts of her seemed to dampen. What an odd physiological response.
This was delightful, thought Professor Snape. He could see her dopey expression, then a serious one would flicker across her face as she was trying to fight the effects of the drug. Then it would fade into pleasure again. He decided to mess with her a little. "Hermione." He said softly. He wasn't expecting the excessive response to that. This was one powerful potion from the looks of it. It was going to be a long and interesting evening. But, at least he would be entertained. And the girl would be safe with him, wouldn't she? This ought to teach her to think twice before messing around.
Suddenly, her hands touched his face. 'It will be alright.' He thought, 'As long as I don't touch her, the activity shouldn't escalate.' Then, she brought those satin lips up to his. It was a sensation he couldn't recall the last time he had felt. He stepped back and kept his arms crossed at his chest. She adamantly moved forward. He forgot he was dealing with a Gryffindor. She pulled her lips up to his again, yet this time he felt her smooth tongue press against his. Now his cheeks were feeling a bit warm. He moved again and sat down behind his desk. He cleared his throat, "Miss Granger, have a seat and compose yourself."
She looked back at him longingly, "I like it when you call me Hermione." She said in a tone far too grown up for her youthful face.
His mind turned off for a second as he wondered if he had taken the drug as well.
"Hermione." He stated, and watched as the mere mention of her name sent the girl seeking release. Power was something Severus had sought early on in life, and here it was in the form of a girl. It would be hard to resist. He watched as she moved around the desk to stand by his chair. He looked up at her admiring face gleaming down at him, lips slightly parted and seeking more than he should offer.
"I said have a seat." He said coldly. She took one on his lap. Sensors went off in Snape's mind. She was way too close. The only way he would allow someone that close was at his command. He decided to use his hands due to the thought that any defensive spells right now might shock her system. He grabbed her by the wrists.
"My lap is not a seat. I will send you back to your dorm if you cannot follow my instruction." He could see the tears welling up in her eyes. She nodded and stepped back. "Good." He noted. She flashed him a smile. What an odd experience. She didn't smile often in class. When she did she looked like… No she didn't. No one ever could. But, he wanted to make her smile again. He brushed a curl from her forehead to behind her ear. What a beautiful face. Seemingly out of nowhere, she brought her lips up again. Why did she have to taste so sweet? He turned his head. "Stop. Hermione. Please." He whispered. If this went any further he wouldn't be able to stop himself.