Hermione was hugging her pillow and in deep thought when Ginny entered her room. "Hey." She said. "I was looking for you and thought you'd either be here or in the library. This was closer so I came here first."
Hermione smiled and looked up at her red haired friend. If she only knew the turmoil within her brain. She patted her bed, telling her to come sit down by her. "Was there a certain reason you wanted to see me for?" She asked as Ginny came over to her and sat down.
"Actually, Hermione, I wanted to talk to you about your change in attitude." Ginny said tentatively. When Hermione gave her a confused look, she continued. "Well, you have been acting rather strange lately. I mean you seem more distant than usual, you don't read all the time, your thoughts seem to be elsewhere, and." Ginny looked up at Hermione. "you got detention for walking around the grounds for no reason." Hermione sighed. She knew exactly what Ginny was talking about. A part of her wondered whether she had meant to run into Snape that night. After all she wasn't as stupid as to believe she could actually get away with something like that wihtout the invisibility cloak.
"I see." Was all she replied with at first. Ginny waited patiently and left Hermione some time to think. I could tell her. After all she's a girl and would understand, right? It would be nice to have someone to talk to. What if you scare her off? What if she thinks you're a freak? What if she tells Harry and Ron? Hermione decided that she would just have to trust Ginny, because honestly, she was starting to believe the whole situation was getting to her. She definitely needed someone to talk to, and there was no one better than Ginny. After making the red haired girl wait for quite a moment, Hermione finally asked, "Ginny, could I tell you a secret. But you have to promise me to keep completely quiet about this, because if the word gets out, I could get something worse than detention."
"Oh my..." Ginny said. Hermione had just finished telling her every last detail about what had been going on. Now it all made sense. The reason Hermione had been acting so...unlike herself. "Oh my..." Hermione looked at her with a worried expression on her face.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" She asked, pleading for the answer to be no.
"Are you joking? I would never do that to you!" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione sighed in relief. "Wow, Hermione. I really don't know what to say to this. I mean, this is a teacher we're talking about."
"Don't you think I've realized that already? It's been driving me nutts for a whole month now. I simply don't know what to do. It's like my body is telling me to give in, but in my mind I know that it would a very silly and foolish thing to do. Even considering it makes me feel guilty." Hermione said.
Ginny nodded. She seemed to be deep in thought. "It all makes sense." She said. When Hermione gave her a questioning look she continued. "I mean think about it. We've never liked him, he's alway been cruel to us. Yet there is that certain thing about him we can't put a finger on. He's so mysterious. He's the one person you can't read, and you aren't used to that. Also he is probably one of the few males in this castle, other than Dumbledore of course, that could meet your wit. And you've always been so eager to please him, since he's the only teacher who doesn't seem to like you. Of course you're going to take interest in that."
Hermione considered her words. Now that she thought about it, she understood it herself. How come Ginny had come up with a reasonable explenation for all this in a matter of an hour, while she couldn't figure it out for a whole month. "So what do you suppose I should do?" Hermione asked.
"Well," Ginny started. "One thing we do know is that, if you were to give in, and you guys - you know - well, you can be sure that he's probably amazingly good at it." Hermione giggled and hit Ginny on the shoulder. "I mean he is a man after all." Ginny smiled. "But if anyone were to find out, not only would everyone think you guys were completely sick in the head, but I'm sure he'd lose his job and you'd be expelled." Ginny's expression got serious. This made Hermione wonder about something.
"Do you think I'm sick in the head? Do you think this is all just disgusting?" Hermione asked quietly, looking at her hands.
"No." Ginny replied without having to think about it much. "I mean it's completely normal for something like this to happen, and I have to admit there is something strangly sexy about Snape," She giggled. "But I'm just surprised this is coming from you, Hermione."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked, offended.
"Come on, Hermione. You know that you aren't the most...sexually open person." Ginny giggled at the thought. The giggles turned into laughter and soon the two found themselves pillow fighting on the bed.
Hermione felt so relieved that night. Talking to Ginny had made everything better. Although she still didn't know what to do, she realized that she could think about the situation with a clearer view about it. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, deciding to just wait up and see what would happen in the following weeks.
Double potions today, Hermione. You ready for this? Well it doesn't look like you have much of a choice. Hermione sighed at her reflection, not being satisfied at all. She didn't know what she was fussing about. After all, she was only wearing her uniform. The same bloody thing she wore everyday. Her hair was just below her shoulders, hanging in lose curls, slightly bushy. But her hair definitely didn't look as frizzy anymore. The new organic shampoo that she was using made sure of that. With no make up on, as usual, she left her dorm and made her way down to breakfast. What was she doing, caring about her look anyway? When had she ever cared?
Entering the Great Hall, she found her seat next to Harry and Ron and smiled up at the two. "Hi guys." She said, picking up a piece of toast.
"Heh 'Moine" Ron mumbled through his full mouth. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and smiled at Harry.
"Hey Hermione." He replied. "You seem extra," he paused, looking for the right word. "fixed up today." Hermione furrowed her eyebrows then smiled.
"I guess I'll just take that as a compliment, Harry." She said. Soon, Ginny joined the crew as well and they all started talking and laughing. The whole conversation between Hermione and Ginny the night before was ignored and everything seemed to be normal. That is until Hermione felt a pair of eyes watching her. Looking up at the teacher's table, where she felt the stare coming from, her eyes met with Snapes and an involuntary shudder went through Hermione. How deep and soft, yet cold and rejecting those eyes could be. Snape's mouth curled into a smirk and he turned to Professor Sinistra, saying something to her. Ginny followed Hermione's gaze and elbowed Hermione, then giggled. Hermione elbowed her back and glared at her, but ended up giggling as well.
Soon the two were in a fit of giggles, something that was not usually associated with Hermione Granger, and the boys looked at the two increadiously. Harry looked to Ron and said, "Don't even bother to ask. Let's just get to class." Ron nodded and shook his head at them when they burst into even more giggles.
"You could swear they had been drinking Firewhiskey before breakfast." Ron mumbled to Harry as they walked off. Finally getting themselves back together, Hermione and Ginny gathered their stuff and left the hall as well, splitting up to go to seperate directions for their classes.
Breathe, Hermione. Breathe. She had just gotten out of charms and was about to enter the potions classroom with Harry and Ron. Taking her seat Hermione started figeting with her bag, putting it here and there, then switching its place again. Harry and Ron gave her a weird look and she stopped, but inside she was still very nervous. She didn't know why but she thought she had an idea. Snape knowing about her purposely played games made her really shaky. The fact that he knew her intentions was just too much for her to handle. On one side she was completely humiliated, but on the other just alone that fact made everything even sexier. Hermione basically jumped out of her seat when he entered the classroom.
When he started lecturing about the type of potion they would be making for the next week, Hermione couldn't get her eyes off him. The way his eyes had the glint in them as he spoke of the dangerous sides of the potion, the way his mouth twitched everytime he took points off of Gryffindor for no reason, and the way his eyes would always end up wandering to hers, sending shivers down her spine. Those eyes could do things to her that she never thought was possible from eyes alone. She wondered what it would be like when his body was actually in contact with hers. If only his stares could do such things to her, then his hands would probably...oh my. Hermione felt the room temperature increase. Realizing she was dressed way too warm, she proceeded to taking off her robe, leaving her vest, tie and shirt.
As they started working on their potion, Hermione decided the heat of the burning kettles was becoming too much, and so she took off her vest too. Losening her tie, Hermione felt a cool breeze wash over her. She sighed and rubbed her neck at the pleasure of feeling a bit of fresh air on her skin. She put her hair up as well, lettin lose curls hang out here and there. Furrowing her eyes over her potion Hermione felt she was being watched once again. Looking up, she saw those amazing eyes lingering on her, watching her every move. Hermione gasped when she saw the lust inside them. Realizing her whole stripping number must've looked really sexual, she smirked. She had gotten to him without even trying. Maybe, just maybe if she were to...
"Hermione, could you help me with this? I think I added the wrong ingredient." Ron's voice interrupted her thoughts. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked over at his cauldron.
"Oh, Ronald. When will you ever learn that you never put the snake tongue in before the stingworms have been added." She looked up at him hopelessly. He just scratched his head and continued to try to work, being overly dramatic in attempt to get Hermione to help him.
Hermione looked at her potion and made sure everything was alright, then walked over to Ron and pushed him out of he way roughly. She quickly leaned over the potion and started reparing it.
"Miss Granger, must I remind you everytime that you may not help other students? Twenty points from Gryffindor." She heard Snape drawl from behind her. She immediately stiffened.
"Sorry, Sir." She mumbled. Hermione let out a deep breath as she heard him move away only to inhale sharply again. As he had moved away, a couple of his fingers had brushed her inner thigh ever so slightly, but enough to send a jolt of excitement throughout Hermione's body. What a damn tease...Hermione thought. She realized this had been the first time he had ever touched her. Just the thought of it made Hermione go dizzy as she walked back over to her cauldron. When she looked up their eyes locked again and what she saw confirmed that the gesture had been on purpose....What a damn tease, indeed.
It was only her third detention with Professor Snape, and she was already on the verge of tears at the thought of going. Not that she didn't enjoy being around him. It was more that she enjoyed it a little too much. Not only that, everytime the night was over she was left only more frustrated and in heat then before. He seemed to enjoy torturing her. Hermione knew that she had given him a new method of making her life hell, which he took so much pleasure in. Damn those dreams. They're what got this whole thing started anyway.
She shut the door behind herself and walked over to his desk, wondering what he would have her do tonight. He looked up at her and his eyes sparkled evilly. Hermione felt uncomfortable and shifted in place. "I want you to scrub the floor for me tonight, Miss Granger. This place hasn't been cleaned in a while. You'll be using your hands and a rag. You may not use your wand, once more. Get to work." Hermione nodded and walked over to his desk where a dirty rag and a bucket of water had appeared. "Oh, and Granger?" She heard Snape ask. Hermione hesitantly looked up to meet his eyes. "I suggest you don't try anything foolish tonight." There was a tone in his voice that suggested that if she were to, something bad might happen. Hermione shuddered at the thought and nodded, grabbing the bucket and the rag. She quickly walked over to a corner of the room and started her chore.
An hour passed and Hermione still wasn't done with even half the room. She sat up and looked around, sighing at the amount of work still ahead of her. This didn't go unoticed by her beloved professor, who asked, "Is there a problem, Miss Granger?"
"No, Sir." She replied, leaning back down getting back to work. About half an hour later she heard him speak again.
"Continue your work while I bring these papers to Professor Dumbledore. I will be back shortly." He got up and walked over to the fireplace and without another word he threw some floo powder in it and jumped into the green flames. Hermione sighed and continued scrubbing the floor. She wiped her forhead and realized she had been sweating like crazy. She stood up and walked over to where Snape had put her wand. She wanted to use a fanning spell on herself, so she could at least stop sweating so much. She reached for her wand, but the second she touched a shock ran through her arm and Hermione let go. She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance when she realized he must have used a protective spell on it so she wouldn't use it for her detention.
Hermione was about to go back to scrubbing the floor when something else caught her eye. It was the greenish glow that caught her attention, really. She looked around the room, as if it were filled with people, to make sure no one was watching. She had never seen such a thing before. It kind of reminded her of a Remembrall. She smiled thinking back to first year. She hesitantly picked up the glass globe and her eyes widened at the sensation she felt as she touched it. It felt like the glow spread a warm blanket over her, warming up her insides. Hermione brought the object closer to her face, looking at it closer. The greenish glow turned out to be a mist made out of some type of gas. Hermione gasped as she realized what this must be. She had only read about it in one of the books she had read. There wasn't much information about these things, since they were even more rare than invisibility cloaks. It was called a Emerol.
Realizing what it was used for, she tried to put it down as carefully as possible. Unfortunately for her the globe slipped her hand and she was barely able to catch it, but it was enough to set in motion its purpose. Hermione felt a pull in her belly, and in no time she was surrounded be the green mist. Not knowing what to do, Hermione let everything happen to her. Even though she knew what was coming, she definitely was not prepared for this. See, the purpose of a Emerol is to hide undesired feelings, something the pensieve couldn't do. And the feeling Snape seemed to have last put in the Emerol seemed to be, immensely strong, deep, passionate lust.
As the feeling washed over Hermione, she couldn't help but moan. This feeling wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before. Her insides were burning with passion and a tingling went through her whole body, before ending in her very own womanhood. She could feel herself getting lost inside this feeling. The immensity of it all scared Hermione and with great determination she was able to pull herself out of the mist. The Emerol still in her hand and breathing heavily Hermione looked around nervously. Snape would be back anytime soon, so she quickly put the Emerol back into its original place and quickly returned to scrubbing the floor, still in shock of what had just happened.
And sure enough, the second she was on the floor, the flames in the fireplace turned green and Snape came spinning out of them. At first he didn't say anything or look at her. But after a while he noticed her heavy breathing and looked at her flustered figure on the floor. He could tell something had happened while he was gone and gave her a suspicious glare, but let it go for now. As soon as detention was over, he let her go and Hermione as good as ran out the door.
"After being friends with you for seven years, Hermione, I still don't understand you. How can you sit in a library for a whole day straight?" Ron asked increadeously. Hermione just smiled at him, trying to cover up the bitterness she was feeling inside. If you thought about Snape in a very sexual way non stop, then you would be doing the same thing to distract yourself. "Well, I guess we'll see you later?" She said goodbye to Harry and Ron and went back to putting old books back on their shelves and looking for new ones. She turned the corner to look at a whole new row of bookshelves. She gasped as she saw titles of books she had never seen before. Running her hands across them, her insides fluttered in excitement. All until something shoved her against the shelf. Hard.
Hermione tried to scream but the person had covered her mouth with his hand and his body was pinning her face-forward into the shelf. She could tell the person was male since he seemed to be tall and very firmly built. The jolt in her stomach gave her a feeling she knew who this was.
"Well, how nice to run into you, Miss Granger." He hissed in her ear. Hermione had to stop herself from moaning as his breath and mouth tickled her ear. He shoved her harder and she shrieked in pain. "I suggest-" he said, his hand gripping her hip hard. "never-" he shoved against her again, this time grinding his hips into her arse. "touching my stuff again, are we clear, Miss Granger?" He asked. Hermione tried her best to nod. "I said-" his voice was dripping with danger. "Are we clear?" Hermione 'mhm'ed' him and felt herself sweating in fear. He really could be scary sometimes. He turned her around to face him, his eyes pinning hers. She could feel her breath shortening as he leaned in again, pushing her hard into the wall. "Otherwise I could get very-" He grinded his hips into her, gaining a gasp from Hermione as she felt that he was quite enjoying their encounter. "unpleasent." He barely breathed the last word, yet it was the scariest threat Hermione had ever gotten. His face still burried in her neck, he grazed his teeth over her flesh, giving her a tiny bite mark. Backing up, he looked at her face and smirked evilly. Hermione could see the satisfaction in his eyes before he turned, straightened his robes and walked away. The second he turned the corner she slumped down onto the floor and clutched her heart. Her mind was racing. Had she just felt his...his...no. It couldn't be...right?
Damn you, Professor Snape. Damn you for being so dangerously sexy.
Hermione knew that her fourth detention would either be tremendous torture, or really awkward. But from her point of view, neither sounded good. Hermione had told Ginny all about the encounter in the library, feeling that now that she knew, she might as well know it all. They were both sitting on Ginny's dormitory bed and Hermione looked like she was about to puke. She was very nervous, there being only and hour left before she had to go to the dungeons.
"Calm down, Hermione." Ginny soothed for the millionth time that night. "You know, things are actually going as you planned. You should be happy."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"I mean think about it. Didn't you want him to want you?" Ginny asked. When Hermione looked at her strangely she continued. "He obviously does want you. Pushing you up against the wall, grinding his hips into yours, letting you know he has an erection. All signs of lust to me. And we can't forget the Emerol, remember? Why would he have so much lust in that thing? I mean obviously he was trying to deny it from himself, but you're just too sexy for him!" Ginny giggled. Hermione gave a weak smile and thought about what Ginny had said. It seemed to make sense. I mean all the evidence suggested this, right?
"Well, what do you suggest I do?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"You have to be confident. You have every reason to be! After all, the man you lust after obviously lusts after you. So you just have to turn the advantage to your side. Take control of the game." Ginny said. "Unless of course you like it when he likes the power." She quickly added after seeing the expression on Hermione's face. Hermione laughed and threw a pillow at her friend. She got up and walked towards the door.
"Thanks, Ginny. I will kindly accept your advice. Now excuse me, while I get ready for the date - er, I mean detention - I have tonight." She said, wearing a grin on her face as well, and walked out the door. She seriously was going to be getting ready.
Knock Knock Knock. Hermione stepped in and shut the door behind her. She looked up at his desk, her heart beating like crazy only to find him not sitting there. She could feel the dissappointment inside her and walked over to his desk, where a piece of parchment was floating in mid air. Hermione picked it up and read it. It was simply a list of what she was to do. No letter or anything. Just a list.
1. Organize the graded papers
2. Stuff the snake skin inside the glass viles.
3. Wait for further instructions.
Hermione sighed. Coward. He probably didn't want to face her after what happened in the library earlier that day. Hermione frowned as she realized how dissappointed she was that he didn't show up. Trying to shake the thoughts out of her head, she looked around the room and found the papers that she was supposed to sort.
She got to work and soon found herself nearly done with the snake skin. She looked around the room and wondered how she would find out her next task. Filling up the last vile, she set it down and look around. Suddenly a very cold breeze flew through the room and sent papers flying everywhere. Hermione groaned and ran after them as the breeze left as suddenly as it came. Not knowing where the hell it came from, she looked around but couldn't find anything that might've caused it. She bent down to pick up all the papers everywhere. Just as she was picking up the last one, she felt a presence behind her. She stood up straight and as she did, her back hit something soft, yet firm.
"Good evening, Miss Granger." He drawled in her ear, his hands tracing up and down her upper arms. Hermione shuddered and turned her head to look up at him. He was towering over her from behind and although Hermione wasn't touching him, she could feel every pore on her body responding to his closeness. "How nice to see you have completed your tasks." Hermione couldn't find her voice. She opened her mouth then shut it again, but no words came out. "Is something wrong, Miss Granger?" he basically breathed in her ear. Hermione took in a shaky breath and turned around, looking at Snape with determination in her eyes. Take control of the situation, Hermione.
"I'm fine, Professor. Just a little hot." She looked him in the eyes through her lashes and started unbuttoning her blouse. Two on the top were now liberated and she decided it was enough to let him see her cleavage. "You know how hot it can get when working hard." She smiled mischievously at him and watched as his eyes clouded. She could tell he just wanted to slam her up against the wall and take her there. That's fine by me.
"You can never seem to stay dressed appropriately in my presence, can you, Miss Granger?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Hermione smiled. "And you, Sir, never fail to notice." She watched his eyes wander down her shirt as the corner of his mouth curled.
He leaned into her and flicked his tongue over her ear ever so slightly, making Hermione gasp and lean into him. "And you, Miss Granger, seem to like it a bit more than you should. Now button up so I can give you more instructions." He stepped back and smirked at her and walked back to his desk and sat down. Hermione wanted to yell. She was really frustrated. Why did he keep doing this to her? Getting her all excited and then ruining everything by rejecting her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she buttoned up again and turned to face him.
"Why so upset, Miss Granger?" He asked in feigned curiosity. When she didn't answer him he just went on and continued. "All right. Well, I believe your next task is waiting. Follow me, Granger."
"How did it go?" Ginny asked first thing when she saw Hermione walk in the portrait hole. She was one of the few people still up. The boys were in the corner and playing chess, completely unaware of Hermione walking in. Hermione sighed and told Ginny everything. By the end of it she slumped back in her armchair and pouted, something you would not see Hermione Granger doing anyday. "He's got you bad." Hermione looked up at her. "He's playing with you, you know that, right? He obviously enjoys for-for play." Ginny giggled at her own termanology.
"Look, Ginny. I know he's playing with me. But it's getting frustrating. He brings me to a state where I'm just about to do - do anything - to get what I need, and then he rejects me one way or another." Hermione explained. "I need to put a stop to this. It's just too exhausting!"
Ginny smiled. "I understand."
"Well, then. What do I do?" Hermione asked.
"You need to do exactly as you said. Do whatever it takes to get what you need. But make sure this time, he can't resist. He can't play with you anymore. You need to make him give in." Ginny said.
"Well just how exactly do I do that?"
"You kiss him."
"I - what?"
"You need to kiss him. It will show him how serious you are. That you aren't just a foolish little girl with a foolish little crush. That will throw him off because he would never suspect you of doing such a bold thing." Ginny smirked evilly. "Make him want you just as much as you want him."
AN: All right guys. Here is my second chappy. Well I hope you enjoyed. And don't forget to review kk??
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