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A/N: Sorry for the late update, life's been hectic lately and Christmas is damn close. So much to do and so little time... MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE! :-))))

English is still not my first language, so I'm sorry for any possible and probable mistakes. Bear with me.^^

As usual, the lines in italics are suppposed to be Hermione's thoughts.

Okay, here comes the 4th chap of my little fic; hope you enjoy!^^

+ + + Chapter 4 – Did I Say Anything About Homework? + + +

For a moment, Hermione stood frozen, her hand still on the doorknob. As much as she wanted to jump the professor, her pride forbade her to just turn around and rush into that other mysterious room. She didn't want to appear that needy...

"Do I sense some reluctance, Miss Granger?" Snape asked, tilting his head. "Now be a bit quick on this...or would you rather prefer to take the second half of this double-lesson to Gryffindor Tower instead..."

The Gryffindor Tower?

"...with your classmates to overhear?" He added with a smirk, sure that his suggestion would definitely bring a shocked expression to Hermione's face.

"Gods, no!" Hermione exclaimed and flushed at the idea of her friends and fellow students, let alone Minerva McGonagall's reaction to witnessing Hermione's immoral private lesson. She doubted it would be a silent one.

Hermione hurried over quickly and disappeared into the room which seemed to be the Professor's bedroom. Snape mumbled a silencing spell over it, locked and warded the door behind him, making sure no one would bother them.

Once in the room, Hermione looked around. The typical stony walls of the dungeons looked bare and Spartan due to the lack of decoration; except for a Slytherin banner. However, the fire in the fireplace was lit and the crackling flames gave the room a cozy atmosphere. Hermione's eyes wandered around over several pieces of furniture and soon her attention was drawn to the mahogany four-poster bed. Naturally, the bedclothes were in Slytherin colors, all shades of green with silver embroidery.

"Now then, remove your clothes." Snape said casually, turning towards her. Hermione felt herself blush again; getting rid of her school uniform would leave her far more vulnerable than she felt comfortable with. Nevertheless, it had been just been a matter of time until this point, she had been prepared for this.

Well, at least I'm going to see some well hidden secrets too...

With an inward sigh, she made to flick her wand to take off her clothes magically but it was torn from her hand as the professor walked past her.

"No, no magic here. You will undress yourself the muggle way." Snape stated as he made himself comfortable on the bed. Hermione frowned.

"That's...that's discrimination!" She retorted defiantly and the professor raised a brow.

"Is it? Well, old habits die hard, I guess..." He gave her a reproving look. "...just like your incapability of restraining your verbal outbursts! Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek."

"What? But I..."

"Twenty."

Despite her anger over the unfair loss of points, Hermione bit her tongue. This was definitely not the right time for such an argument.

Snape inwardly chuckled. Provoking her, stirring up a little subdued aggression to her present mood perfectly fit into his concept.

"Clothes, Miss Granger." He reminded her, causing Hermione to start unbuttoning her ruined blouse angrily.

(censored part…)

"May I ask you a question...Sir?" She emphasized the last word. "Without the risk of losing house points, I mean." Hermione kept on undressing herself slowly. Watching her every move attentively, Snape indicated her to speak freely now.

"Wouldn't you consider it a fair deal if I, same as you, could keep on at least one piece of clothing?"

He considered her request for a few moments. "Fair enough. You may leave your knee socks on then."

Yes! No...wait...!

It took a second for Hermione to realise that her lousy attempt at asserting claims had just backfired. As a matter of fact, it was more likely that Snape would benefit from the sight of Hermione in white knee socks rather than she would feel more comfortable with that piece of clothing left.

Hermione had the strong feeling that she was just getting herself deeper in trouble every time she spoke. So she decided to just shut up from now. Meanwhile, having removed the last piece of protective clothing, Hermione shifted uneasily from foot to foot, waiting for further instruction.

"Nice. Very nice." The Professor approved of her appearance, giving her elevator eyes. "Now sit."

Sit?

"Sit? Where?" Hermione quickly looked around the room unsure of what exactly he wanted her to do. Professor Snape's sudden devilish smirk frightened her, yet fueled her arousal even more.

"Make an educated guess." Snape replied and Hermione could have sworn he had just given her a wink.

(censored part…)

With weak knees, Hermione followed Snape's come-here-gesture, oodles of thoughts running through her lust fogged brain. She recalled her few encounters with Ron. They had never tried anything other than old fashioned missionary position. How could they? Once Hermione had agreed to have sex with Ronald Weasley, he was upon her – and down again in a trice... In retrospect this was pretty sad. The prospect of actually being 'on top' excited and scared Hermione all the same.

"Come on. On top of me."

(Looong censored part…)

"Did I say anything about 'homework'?" He asked sardonically, driving Hermione crazy by still denying her the physical contact she desired.

"No Sir, you didn't!" Hermione confessed since there was no point in lying. "I'm so sorry! Professor, pleeeaaaase...!"

(censored part…)

"I'll be good, I promise!"

This time, Hermione found the release she was so urgently looking for.

Exhausted, the ill assorted couple waited for their breathing to return to normal. Hermione's eyelids became heavy and she was surprised at her weird impulse to just snuggle up against her professor and fall asleep. She wasn't sure if she had ever felt that good before...

Sensing her sentimentalism, Snape considered a moment. On the one hand, having a warm body in his bed for the night ahead sounded tempting and somehow reassuring. On the other hand, in case he interpreted Hermione's dreamy expression right, for some reason their little arrangement had obviously started to become more than strictly sexual to the always overly hasty Gryffindor.

Things would become complicated if he didn't nip this misled romantic turn in the bud, thereby keeping the crucial emotional distance. Professor Snape did what everybody expected him to do…be one nasty and callous bastard.

Looking Hermione straight in the eye, he coldly stated. "Now then. It's time for you to go. You may use my fireplace if you like. Floo powder is on the mantel piece."

Hermione swallowed hard, suppressing the disappointment that gradually took possession of her.

Silly me. What did I expect?

"As you wish, Professor." She said, jumping out of bed and hastily gathered her clothes. "Don't put yourself to any bother on my account. I'll show myself out." Bravely ignoring her hurt pride, Hermione cleared her throat. "Next lesson will be when, Sir?"

"I'll let you know." Snape replied, showing no emotion at all.

"Very well." Hermione headed for the door of his bedroom. "See you in class, Professor."

"In class." He nodded.

A/N: Uuuuh, heartless Professor! And still - isn't Hermione just one lucky witch?^^