The truth about Severus Snape
Hermione scrapped her wild, escaping hair behind her and looked at her potion. It wasn't the precise shade of red it ought to be and she could see Professor Snape was fast approaching her cauldron. A blush rushed over her plain features and settled down on her face like an old person in a chair. She'd had a crush on the slimy Potions Master for some time.
"Miss Granger, do you have some kind of mental condition? That potion is the wrong colour. Look at Draco's potion, it's far more . . . satisfactory." he hit her around the head with a book while Malfoy nestled up under his arm, gloating in a pretentious manner.
It hurt.
"I'm so sorry." her blush deepened.
Snape smiled seductively at her, his eyes radiating sensuousness. "Come to my office at 12 tonight and perhaps I'll whip up a potion or two to treat that "mental condition" of yours." his voice was silky and seductive, but in a subtle way, as though the sexualness has being squeezed through his large, hooked, rounded, blocked nose.
Good Lord! Surely he wasn't suggesting? Hermione hardly had the dared to hope.
He batted one of his greasy eyelashes at her and wiped a few of his greasy scales on her shoulder. She giggled like a school girl and pawed at the spot where his hand had been, eager to eat the slimy scales from her robe before they dried. Any kind of excrement from the professor was a good kind of excrement in her opinion.
That evening Hermione stealthily stole Harry's invisibility cloak (it wasn't difficult because Harry was busy in an orgy of fun included his best friend and other dormitory sharing chums) and headed off down to the dark, delightfully dingy dungeons, dreaming of the things he might do to her and how she might find him when she got there. Perhaps he might be unclothed! Her mind filled like a bucket in the rain of filthy images of him bathing in grime, slick from the oily excrement he was inclined to produce.
Instead she found him hanging upside down from a perch, his black eyes very closed and clearly asleep and a velvety down covering his face and all body parts she could see.
"Oh!" she cried, waking his from his deep, slimy slumber.
His eye opened and grew wide with surprise, for surprised he was. He'd forgotten entirely about the sexy liaison he'd planned and now she had found out his deepest, darkest, dingiest and most potent secret of all.
"You're part bat!" she exclaimed, using an exclamatory!
Severus shielded his face with his cloak, or wait, it might have been his wing actually.
He smirked, deciding to roll with it, "You don't mind do you Miss Granger?"
"Nah, I'm down with that." and so they had an awesome, inter-species orgy and it was sexy.