"Pop quiz. Clear your tables except for quills and parchment." Hermione heard her classmates groan and mutter to themselves. She searched Snape's face and found him ignoring her glare. Her eyes flashed with an idea. Hermione grabbed her supplies and took a seat at the back of the class. She refused to meet Ron or Harry's questioning faces and smiled to herself.

"Before the end of class, you will write a one foot essay on an elixir to induce euphoria. You may want to include the proper color, the proper cauldron to use, side effects, and what ingredient may elevate side effects."

Hermione quickly set to work on the assignment. She explained the potion and answered Snape's suggested questions. While her dumbfounded classmates made angry scratches with their quills, Hermione finished her essay in record time. She looked up to find the Potions Master staring at her.

Her cheeks flushed at the attention he made no attempt to hide. She forced her eyes back to her desk and reviewed her work for errors. She slowly counted to ten before chancing another look at Snape. He was most definitely staring at her. His eyes traveled down her legs and back up to meet her eyes. Hermione was excited and scared that she spurred his interest.

She focused on her neat hand writing on the parchment while she steeled herself to execute her plan. Hermione lowered her hands under the desk and raised the hem of her skirt to mid thigh. It took all her willpower to appear nonchalant. She steadied her shaking fingers on her bare skin and slowly opened her knees in a very unladylike manner.

When she found the courage to look at his desk, she was pleased with his response. Snape's jaw relaxed as he fixed his eyes on the view she provided. It was a few satisfied moments before he blinked away and scanned the oblivious students to recover his composure. Only after he confirmed no unwanted students observed his slip, he met Hermione's eyes. She could not help a sly smile cross her lips.

Snape pushed back in his chair and leaned back. She watched his shoulders relax. His easy posture encouraged her. Hermione brought the hem of her skirt to her hips and inched her legs further apart. The cold dungeon air hit her hot center. She relished her decision that morning to go without knickers.

She debated which element thrilled her more. Was it the threat any of her classmates could discover her private show? The fact that her desired professor exposed a voyeuristic streak? Hermione could not find the answer, but knew she was wet before her fingertips grazed her most intimate areas.

Her ripe nipples perked against her shirt as her finger played over her sensitive nub. Snape's eyes zeroed in between her legs. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she stroked herself at a familiar pace. Hermione's free hand snaked up her chest and slowly tweaked a nipple through the fabric. Snape sank in his chair to get a better view.

Soon, it was hard to keep her breathing normal. Hermione tapped her wand for a quick silencing spell. No need to alert her neighbors. She was performing a show for an audience of one. Snape's chest moved in hitches and starts. It appeared he was also having trouble to maintain a quiet demeanor. An almost cruel smirk covered her lips to watch his reaction.

Hermione brought her left hand back to her breasts. She teased the forgotten nipple. A more intense wave of pleasure radiated from her core. With closed eyes, she rode the first indicator of her impending orgasm. When she opened her eyes, she saw a hand disappeared under Snape's desk as well.

Was his hand buried in a nest of pubic hair or was it just rubbing the length of his covered shaft? Hermione immediately felt another wave at the thought. She pictured the outline of his stiff member. What would it look like strained against his pants? She was getting closer to her peak. Strained against his underwear? Her left hand moved from her nipples to the dip at her pelvic bone. She stroked the sensitive area with revered attention.

The muscles in her right hand started to burn at the awkward angle. What type of underwear was he sporting today? Another wave of pleasure. Loose fitting boxers that easily tented? She denied her aching hand. Snug boxer briefs that left little to the imagination? Snape's arm moved more insistently. God was it possible? Another wave. Did he do the unthinkable and go without just as she did?

Hermione imagined the shape, the color, and the length of his proud cock. The last word echoed in her mind. Her fingers worked furiously toward her goal. How would the word sound from his lips? This next wave more intense. She guessed she was breathless seconds away. She imagined his body pressed against hers and whispering into his ear. I want your cock inside me. It was her undoing.

With the smallest whimper Hermione rode her orgasm as it overtook her body. She squeezed her eyes shut in breathless heartbeats. Her leg cramped at a near painful angle. She didn't care. Seconds ticked by. Her toes seized tight. It didn't matter.

The most intense wave of pleasure rocked through her body. Everything around her faded away. The other students in the classroom were not important. Just the man watching her from across the room. She didn't care if Malfoy turned in his chair to see her hand under her skirt. Dumbldore could walk in the door and could see her mid-climax and Hermione would not mind. The pleasure started to ebb. Ok, Dumbldore was a bit much.

She started to breath in the shallowest whisper. Her toes flexed. Hermione pulled more air into her lungs. The cramp in her leg eased. She opened her eyes to see Snape's straining for composure. The waves of pleasure subsided to a gentle calm over her body.

Hermione replaced her skirt and gathered her supplies. She took her time walking to Snape's desk. She enjoyed the pained expression on his face. She placed her completed essay on his desk, her fingers dangerously close to the edge where his hand was still hidden from view.

In a flash, Snape grabbed her right hand. Hermione gasped at the action. He brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked on her wet digits. She could not believe his tongue moved over her fingers. He closed his eyes and savored her taste. Just as fast, he removed his mouth and scanned the classroom. Satisfied no one noticed, he met her gaze. "Paper cut," he said. "You should be more careful."

"Thank you for your...," Hermione's eyed his hidden hand, "concern Professor."

Snape's head tilted in recognition. "Anytime, Miss Granger."