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The food on her plate was nearly untouched, as Hermione stared off into space. The students around her chatted merrily. She looked up towards the teacher's table at Professor Severus Snape. His hair dark hair fell flat, his skin pale under the candle light. His expression was unreadable as the new herbology professor animatedly spoke to him. She was pretty, Hermione noticed. A blonde haired, skinny witch. High cheekbones accentuated large blue eyes. Although Snape didn't seem to notice her at all, Hermione's skin prickled. Jealous? The voice in her head taunted and she looked back down at her food.

"The perfect Hermione Granger gets detention. Becoming a rebel now?" Harry sat down beside her and a plate appeared in front of him. He started to fill it with it with food, and lightly nudged her. "Hey, Hermione, are you okay?"

She looked up at the boy and smiled. "Of course Harry, sorry, I was just thinking about class earlier. Someone had to stand up to him."

Harry looked puzzled for a moment, "Well yeah, I just didn't think you would be the one to do it."

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked, suddenly realizing her boyfriend wasn't sitting at the table. "I haven't seen him all day."

"He said he was going to practice for Quidditch or something… I don't know, I was too hungry to listen," Harry stuffed his face and nodded as Hermione politely excused herself.

She wanted to talk to Ron before detention. She wasn't sure what she was going to say. She definitely wasn't going to tell him about what happened the night before. He would freak out, and she didn't want to make him more nervous. Hermione would handle it, somehow. She would just tell Snape she didn't want it. She would threaten to quit the internship. Maybe she should just quit the internship.

When she arrived at the Quidditch pitch, the field was empty. The sun had started to set and an orange glow filled the stadium. She could see people sitting in the stands by the Gryffindor Quidditch tower, and figured she would pop up to take a look. As she arrived at the top of the stairs she noticed a puff off curly hair and the red glow of Ron's. What the…

She grew closer and heard the unmistakable giggle of one Miss Lavender Brown, Ron's arm draped over her shoulder, her face buried in his neck.

"What the fuck is this?" Hermione yelled, and Ron jumped up from his seat, spinning around to face her. Before he could say a word Hermione turned and ran down the stairs.

She could hear him calling her name and the sound of his feet pounding on the wood above her, but she kept running until she hit the grass. He continued to follow her towards the castle until he caught up, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. "Hermione, wait."

"Lavender? Really Ron?"

"What Hermione, are you really surprised?"

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"I've barely seen you in weeks, you're always in that dungeon with Snape. Like you prefer being with him than with me."

"It's work Ron! I've told you a hundred times. I'm not there for fun it's work! And that doesn't excuse you for fucking off with another girl!"

"No but it's the perfect excuse for you to fuck with the Professor. Every girl's fantasy, right?"

Her hand raised faster than her brain could register and she left an imprint as red as his hair on the boy's face. Without another word she walked away, the rage boiling inside of her. He thinks I'm sleeping with the teacher? Well fuck that cheater. I'll give him something to really think about.

The voice in her head raged all the way to the dungeon as practically kicked open the door to the classroom. Snape was sitting at his desk, grading essays and looking bored. "Hermione, you're early." He almost looked surprised as she stalked over to his desk. Her chest heaving, her hair frazzled, beads of sweat forming on her brow from the walk.

"I didn't want to keep you waiting," she straightened her shirt before looking him in the eyes.

He nodded to the pile of cauldrons from class that day and continued to grade the pages in front of him. "You can clean those for now."

"That's my punishment for detention?"

Snape looked up, one eyebrow raised locking eyes with the brown haired girl, "Do you not think this punishment is fitting or your actions in class?"

She wasn't exactly surprised that this was what he would have her do… she just thought with the look he gave her earlier. "It's just… not the punishment I was expecting…" she walked to the corner of the desk, only a few feet away from her professor. Her conscience wanted to scold her. She was testing the man who held all the power. But the girl on the outside just didn't care. Ron cheated, Ron assumed… why not let Ron be right. Payback's a bitch.

Snape studied her face for a second, seemingly looking for some sort of sign. The tall dark man stood up, and walked closer to her until she was pressed up against the desk with nowhere else to go. "Then what Miss Granger, would you consider a proper punishment." His hand trailed along her leg, lifting her skirt a little, his fingers on her thighs.

A wave of something washed over Hermione. Something darker, more dangerous than she had ever felt. The worst part was that she liked it. She spoke the words before she could think, sealing her fate. Her voice breathless, her eyes dark, "You're the boss. You tell me what to do."