Chapter 2
Snape grabbed his wand and flicked it furiously at the door. It slammed behind the shocked girl and she jumped. Just as quickly, he adjusted himself back into his trousers and made his way toward the frightened girl. She was frozen. She couldn't move.
"What…are…you…doing…here?" he hissed in a frightening voice, approaching her slowly. "Why did you enter my private rooms without permission?"
Hermione's mouth was dry. She didn't respond. She continued to stare into his cold, hard eyes.
"Well?!" he yelled.
Hermione jumped again and tears started forming in the corners of her eyes. One broke loose and trickled down her cheek. "I'm…I'm sorry, Professor" she stammered. "I thought you had said 'come in' so I did. I have this to deliver to you. I assumed since you said my name, you were aware that Professor McGonagall had sent me here with it". She looked at the floor, trying to hide the shame on her face. She held out the letter and Snape snatched it from her hands. As he read the letter, Hemione turned to leave.
"Where do you think you're going, Miss Granger?" Snape asked in a devilish voice.
Hermione turned toward him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Back to my dormitory, professor" she said and she turned toward the door again.
"I don't think so" said Snape.
Hermione felt a sharp pain around her wrists and ankles and she fell to the floor. Looking down she saw that her wrists were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound by a spell. Her eyes welled up with tears.
"What are you doing?" she whimpered, trying to loosen the invisible ropes that held her tight.
Snape smirked."Well, Miss Granger, usually when one person invades another's privacy, it's only fair that that party reciprocate".
Hermione's eyes shot open. "No!" she yelled and she struggled hard to loosen the deathly grip she was bound by.
"It doesn't look like you have much choice." Snape laughed a deep laugh.
"Please, professor. It was an accident. I didn't mean to walk in on you. Please let me go." Hermione's face was plastered with tears and her hair stuck to her cheeks. The thought of what her professor wanted her to do was unbearable. She didn't like the man, and she most certainly was not going to touch herself for him.
"Well, Miss Granger, that's your choice. You're free to go." said Snape, and with the flick of his wand, Hermione was set free.
She scrambled to the door, turned the handle, and paused. There had to be a catch. There was no way he would let her walk out without a price.
"Ah. I see you've caught on." Snape drawled.
Hermione turned slowly to face him. "What's the catch?" she asked cautiously.
"You either strip and let me do whatever I want to you…" he paused and stared at her, a gleam of viciousness in his eye. "Or you fail my class." he smirked as Hermione doubled over.
She felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. The thought of either of those two scenarios was cringe worthy, but she wasn't sure which was worse. She wanted to become a potions mistress, and with a failing grade, she would never achieve that goal. On the other hand, she couldn't stomach the thought of her greasy potions teacher touching her body. The thought alone was enough to make her want to vomit. But which was she willing to do? Give up her dream of becoming a potions mistress, or give up her virginity to a man she truly hated?
"So? Which will it be, Miss Granger?" Snape asked as if they were having a normal conversation.
Hermione closed her eyes and drew in a breath. "I'll do it" she said, and she hung her head in shame.
