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Cheap Thrills
Carnal Physicality
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Snape's Office 7pm
Snape approached Hermione. Caressing her arm with the feather duster. "I require you to dust, no magic."
He's so close. She needed to tilt the balance of power, but how?
"Ms. Granger, I shall return." The door shut.
Focusing on the task, she worked doggedly.
"Oh, my goodness." Picking up the Troublemaker's Stone in a hankie.
Hermione turned away from the door. The stone regurgitated it's secrets. She recognized the first three records, what's this? Blushing. 'haven't taken her to bed yet...' McGonagall?
Then Snape, "Ms. Granger, I'll deal with you. Turn your end over. Ms. Granger. Granger," A hand clamped down on her shoulder. Damn. Snape spun her around. "Ms. Granger," backing her into the wall. Snape pocketed the hankie and stone.
Snape's palms rested against the wall. "You want truth?" He pressed his warm frame against her. Bending to her, he kissed the contours of her face. A blush suffused her face, feeling his carnal physicality.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione's words had struck him viscerally.
Snape stiffened, then sagged. Distinctly awkwardly, he took a seat at his desk. "Go Ms. Granger, your detentions are cancelled."
She retreated quickly.