Hermione's footsteps echoed off the stone walls. While being head girl was more than a secret desire she held during in first years at Hogwarts, some of the accompanying duties were not all pleasant. Evening patrols through the cold hallways were on the bottom of Hermione's expected duties. They took precious time away from studying and homework.
Hermione inwardly scolded herself. Yes, patrols were not welcome, but they were necessary. While she was not buried in dusty texts, she was walking outside her worn path between her private dorm and the library. A necessary evil, but necessary nonetheless.
Walking down a shifting staircase, Hermione found herself on the same path as a particularly snarky Potions Master. Not enough time now to deviate her path, she would have to pass him on the stairs. How odd was it that she spent hours in Potions lessons secretly devising ways to gain his attention while she almost wanted to run from passing him in the castle? Hermione shook herself and steeled herself to pass the dark and possessing man without a falter in her step.
She was so focused on passing the intimidating professor, she did not notice a worn school broom leaning against the stone banister. Snape paused at the forgotten equipment and mumbled to himself. He reached to remove the broom from obstructing the stairway: violation of rule 243 of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only to pull his hand quickly to his chest as if offended by the forgotten broom.
Hermione tried her best to keep her pace as she advanced on his stilled frame. Only two footsteps away did she understand his predicament. The ends of her lips quirked while assessing the splinter in his finger. She sucked in her lower lip and held it between her teeth to keep from smiling. Too quick, she remembered a children's tale of a lion with a splinter in his paw. How would the mean Potions Master liked to be compared to a whimpering lion and not a wise snake? Not much.
Snape stared at his bruised finger and seemed to all but forget Hermione advancing on him. In the two steps it took her to face her professor, Hermione summoned all the courage that failed her in the countless potions lessons she hated.
Before she was ready, she grabbed his injured digit. The straining moonlight from a far window highlighted the sore redness on his fingertip. Before he could utter a callous word, Hermione opened her mouth and sucked on the bruised finger. The tension was too much. She closed her eyes to avoid his piercing gaze, and unwittingly gave him a view every man enjoys: a beautiful woman sucking on a man's appendage.
Snape held his breath and let his jaw relax as Hermione's tongue worked wonders on his finger. Her warm mouth enveloped his tip while she let her saliva rush over his skin. Not long after, her tongue flicked his sensitive skin and her small teeth worked at his flesh with expert ease.
Hermione found her senses and felt alive for the first time in her life. While she found it hard to maintain eye contact with a man she knew she could control with the flick of her tongue, she loved the sense of control she knew she held over the untouchable Severus Snape. Yes, she worked out the splinter within a few seconds, yet she lingered on the taste of his fingers on her lips.
How would those fingers taste after a more intimate introduction to her body? If his finger felt that right between her lips, what would other body parts feel like? Hermione could not catch herself before wondering if she would have to relax her gag reflex and what his corpus cavernosum would feel like between her lips.
Too much cerebral assessment. She opened her eyes to see a very intense Potions master barely standing in front of her. His eyes glazed over with what she could only hope was want. Hermione took a few prideful seconds gliding her tongue over his tender flesh. She released his finger from her mouth with the smallest 'pop' and smirked at his astonished face.
She worked the offending splinter from her lips and offered the small piece of wood as an offering to a nearby windowsill. "I hope that is not the end of your talented mouth," he broke the silence, "Miss Granger."
His words shook her to her core. Hermione faced her coveted object of desire with a half smile and eyebrow quirk she showed no one else walking the earth. "Don't you hope?" She answered before continuing her walk down the staircase. She forced herself not to look back. Hermione would never know where that bit of courage sprang from, but she would hold this moment close to her heart for as long as it beat in her chest.