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+ + + Chapter 2 - „MAKE ME HATE YOU" + + +

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"You are not supposed to ease it." Snape ordered, releasing her skirt from the waistband. Hermione was relieved and disappointed at the same time of this weird and confusing situation being apparently over. "This is still part of your punishment. When the lingering pain subsides little by little, you will have time to think about your mischief and internalise its consequences."

"Yes, Professor." Hermione replied, still bent over the desk, not daring to move an inch. Snape's voice was even more terrifying when she couldn't see him.

"Now turn around, girl." She heard him say.

Girl? He's only called me girl once, in year one, and then it was "silly girl"...

Hermione recalled the past and did as she was told. When she had turned around, she realized that the Professor was still standing quite close, not minding her personal space, glancing down at her. "This was your first spanking, I presume?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir. First and only." This time Hermione held his gaze, trying to find just the tiniest hint of emotion in his eyes. It was hard to tell if his pupils had dilated – which Hermione knew would have been an unmistakable sign of arousal – as they were almost black by nature already. Silent seconds passed as they were gauging each other intensely.

"And you deserved it, didn't you?" Snape asked, inclining his head. Hermione wasn't sure what to answer. After all she had blown up school property. "Probably, Sir." She reluctantly answered and blushed.

Hermione thought she heard Snape inhale sharply, however suppressed, as he formed the next question. "...and you enjoyed it." Instantly Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Didn't you, naughty girl?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Oh boy, now it is even "naughty" girl? Blimey!

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Hermione didn't know what to say, neither did she know what to do. Being speechless, she just kept staring at Snape, hoping for this being just a bad dream.

"Breathe, Miss Granger." Snape said sardonically. "Fainting has become unfashionable since at least a century." Since Hermione seemed to be completely intimidated, he took a step back, nevertheless, keeping constant eye contact. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief.

"However, I am curious how you are going to..." Snape paused for effect. "...explain this rather fatal and mislead attraction towards my person." He crossed his arms and waited for Hermione to finally find her tongue again.

Tears were flooding her eyes as Hermione yelled in frustration. "Explain? You want me to explain this?" She trembled in every limb. "How am I supposed to explain something I don't understand myself? I'm going mad with these feelings and the hell I don't know why!" Hermione blubbered out. "I just want you to..."

Snape narrowed his eyes. "...want me to...what?"

Hermione swallowed audibly. "Release me from this obsession before I'm going completely mad!" She shouted, surprised by her sudden braveness.

Unexpectedly, the Professor shortened the distance again, effectively capturing Hermione with his arms between the desk and himself, his face just inches away from hers now. "Be careful what you wish for, little girl." He hissed.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, answering quietly. "Please, Professor...make me hate you..."

...so I can stop hating myself for craving for this...

Snape winced. "Make me hate you." Her inept words echoed in his mind – and they did hurt. "Walk in the park." He murmured with replacing this unwanted and grievous emotion with common sense, he gave preference to biology and logic to justify his intentions.

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