Wednesday, November 1st, 1995,
"Who's supposed to be meeting us, then?" Harry scuffed as they started to walk toward Hog's head.
"Just a couple of people," Hermione smiled. She knew that Harry was still upset with her but also knew it was important to get an army together.
"Lovely spot," Ron retorted.
"Thought it would be safer off the beaten track," Hermione said as she opened the door to find several Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs looking in their direction.
"Um... Hi! You all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts," Hermione gulped and waited for her peers to start talking.
"Why?" Zacharias questioned.
"Why? Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot," Ron said insulting Zacharias.
"So he says," Zacharias rolled his eyes.
"So Dumbledore says," Hermione sardonically said.
"Dumbledore says that because Harry does! The point is, where's the proof?" He retortedagain.
"If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory was killed..." a boy trailed off.
"I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here you might as well clear out now," he looked over at Hermione and Ron, "C'mon, Hermione, let's go. They're just here because they think I'm some sort of freak," Harry started to stand up.
"Harry, wait!"
"Is it true you can produce a full corporal Patronus charm?" Luna asked softly.
"Yes. I've seen it," Hermione said.
"Blimey, Harry! I didn't know you could do that!" Said Dean.
"And he killed a basilisk, with the sword in Dumbledore's office," Neville said.
The conversation went on for a couple more minutes until everyone nodded that they were going to join Dumbledore's Army. Each person stood in line and signed their name below Harry, Ron, and Hermione's.
"First we've got to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out," Harry seemed excited.
"The Shrieking Shack?" Ginny piped in but was shot down by Harry. "It's too small."
"The Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asked.
"Not bloody likely!" Ron looked terrified. Must have been because he and Harry had a run-in with a couple of spiders.
"Harry, what happens if Umbridge does find out?" Ginny asked.
"Who cares? I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules." Hermione felt the need to say it was exciting to break the rules.
"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" Ron questioned as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Anyway, at least we know one positive thing that came from today," she looked at Harry.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"We are back to normal," Hermione smiled.
"I never said that," Harry replied.
"What are you two blabbering on about?" Ron gave them a confused look.
"Butt out," Harry and Hermione said in unison.
Tuesday, November 7th, 1995,
It had been a week since her last encounter with Professor Snape. She would never admit to anyone that she was going crazy. She wanted him to touch her in a way that he had before. Hermione had her mind on two things those being: Professor Snape and finding a place to practice. She shook her head when she started to think of Umbridge's words after they had their meeting. 'All student organizations are henceforth disbanded. Any student in noncompliance will be expelled.'
"Hermione come here," she looked up to see Neville looking happy.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"Follow me," he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch. He didn't let go of her hand like she thought he would. He was focused on wherever he was taking her. They walked down the corridor and stopped in front of a blank wall.
"What am I looking at?" she cocked an eyebrow at Neville.
"Look," he pointed at the wall with his index finger. The wall started to make an intricatedesign that looked like a doorway. Neville walked toward the wall and pushed the doors open.
"You've done it, Neville. You found the Room of Requirement," Hermione smiled as she walked into the middle of the room.
"The what?" Ron piped in.
"It's also known as the Come and Go Room," Hermione said.
"The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it. And it's always equipped for the seeker's needs," Hermione stared at the six of them through the mirrors.
"So say you really needed the toilet," Ron said.
"Charming, Ronald. But, yes, that is the general idea," Hermione shook her head.
"It's brilliant. It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back," Harry smiled.
Wednesday, November 8th, 1995,
Hermione and Ron had spread the word to Dumbledore's Army about where they were going to meet from here on out. She was excited because that was one thing off her list. All she had to think about now wasProfessor Snape and her O.W.L.S., but for the first time in her life, she wasn't thinking about her grades or pleasing her parents, or her teachers, besides the one teacher in particular.
She stared at her dorm room bed and smiled. She thought of when she had given pleasure to the brooding potions Professor.
"Let's get up," Ginny smiled. She was giddy for sure but who wouldn't be when you got to practice magic today?
Hermione got off her bed and put on her slippers. She got dressed and made her way down to the Great Hall. She walked in and noticed Luna waving at her. She waved back and gave a small smile. Hermione felt happy that she was making more friends, especially, friends that were girls. She wanted to talk about things she couldn't with Ron and Harry.
"Ready for class?" Ron sat down by Hermione and took a bite of her toast.
"Hey, that's mine," Hermione pouted.
"Sorry, I'm hungry," Ron spoke with his mouth full.
"Gross, Ronald," Hermione put her hand up to his mouth, covering it.
Ron swallowed the piece of toast and licked her hand.
"Gross," Hermione pulled her hand away from his mouth.
"Your hands tastes nice," he cleared his throat and smiled at Hermione.
Hermione didn't know what to do or say, but her body reacted in a way she didn't think it would. Her face started to blush a bright red.
"I'm ready to go to potions," Hermione immediately stood up from her seat and smiled at Ron.
"Ugh, you have potions with that wanker?" Ron stood up.
Hermione nodded, she didn't want to fight with Ron because he would never stop calling Professor Snape a wanker or any other name for that matter. Whatever she said went in one ear and would go out of the other.
She made her way to the potions classroom and slowly opened the door. She hadn't spoke to Professor Snape in days unless it was about assignments. Hermione didn't see him look at her once while they were talking or even acknowledge her. It made her mad, she didn't understand how he could give her that attention and then basically tell her to sod off.
She sat down and got out her potions book. Tapping her quill on her desk she looked around to see that Professor Snape was nowhere in sight.
The potion's door flung open and hit the other side of the wall. Professor Snape scowled at his students as he walked past them.
Hermione looked up at Professor Snape hoping he would glance at her but he ended up looking away and ignoring her.
As he marched up to his desk, his footsteps sounded heavy and loud, causing the floors to shake slightly with each flat-footed stomp. His eyes swiftly scanned the room, taking in everyone and everything. It was as if the very air around him was filled with tension and anticipation.
"Today, you will be brewing Draught of Peace. It is a complex potion that requires both patience and precision to brew. It requires rare and unusual ingredients, along with measuring correctly, controlling the temperature and timing," he cleared his throat and walked around the classroom.
"As always I will be providing you with detailed instructions for brewing this potion along with an extra ingredient that shouldn't be on there. You will figure it out without looking in your textbook," he glanced slightlyat Hermione then back to the other students. Hermione smiled slightly as he glanced at her. He was right, she was one to watch the textbook carefully and never derail from the instructions.
As the students started to look at their instructions he slowly scanned the faces of every student. Stopping at Miss Granger where his face softened just a little. He hadn't attempted to get her back into his arms. He wanted to make sure this was what she wanted but after seeing her with Longbottom a couple of days ago and Weasley this morning, he was having second thoughts.
Severus walked over to Miss Granger and noticed she was not wearing proper attire for brewing potions. She was wearing slip-ons, ones you would wear before bed or for walking to the lavatory.
Unimpressed by her disregard for safety and rules, he cleared his throat loudly to draw her attention. While staring at the young witch, she instantly looked away from his piercing gaze.
"Miss Granger!" His voice boomed making her jump. "What do you think you are doing wearing those ridiculous slippers in my potions classroom?" He snarled.
Hermione's eyes went wide and looked down at her feet. He was right, she was wearing her slippers. Nobody had told her, why on earth would nobody tell her?
He couldn't let such blatant disregard for the rules go unpunished, even if he felt something for the girl. "Miss Granger, for failing to take your school uniform seriously, I am giving you a week's detention, with me," his lips slightly quivered. Severus didn't know if this was his chance to figure her out but one way or another he would get to punish the girl.
"Yes, Professor," she sniffled.
Hermione waited until everyone was out of the classroom to walk up to Professor Snape. She folded her arms as she watched him work. He had been ignoring her for the past week and then all of a sudden she gotdetentions because of the footwear she was wearing. In the past, she had wore her slippers to class and he never bothered to care.
"When would you like me to serve my detention today?" Hermione snarled. He instantly lifted his head to look at her.
"Don't use that tone with me," he barked and stood up to look down at the young girl. "Do you want me to punish you?"
Hermione gulped and slowly nodded.
"Use your words," he barked again.
"Yes, please," Hermione said softly.
"Follow me," he turned on his heel and walked to the back room towards his office. Hermione as if she was in a trance followed him instantly. He opened the door and walked to his chair, sitting down with his legs open.
"Lay across my lap," his mouth twitched as his eyes raked over her body.
Hermione furrowed her brows and her mouth gaped at his request.
"Now," he roared.
Hermione instantly walked over to him and slowly lowered her body onto his legs. Her breath started to pick up as her breasts rested on his legs. She wanted to moan but kept her mouth shut.
"Now," he said, "This isn't to pleasure you this is to punish you. I want you to count."
"Count?" she questioned, "like counting to ten?"
He chuckled slightly, "Obviously."
Hermione nodded.
"Now, I am going to pull your skirt down," he cleared his throat and moved his hands to her skirt.
Severus was excited but he could tell Miss Granger was more excited than him. He went to the top of her skirt and pulled it down. Her skirt was loose enough that it came off with ease. He sighed noticing she was wearing tights. "Don't wear these again," he said as his hands trailed the back of her legs.
Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
"Speak," he said.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione tried to contain her moan but it ended up coming out.
Severus smiled, as he took the top of her tights and pulled them down her tight arse. Her arse was small but full. He noticed her knickers were tight against her arse and that she was wearing a thong. He bit his lip to contain his moan and his erection.
"Now, you will count each time and you will not moan or we will start over," he said.
Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. Was he going to spank her?
He brought his hand down and spanked her tight arse. The sharp slap echoed through the small room. Her arse felt the sting even though his hand was no longer there.
"One," she bit her lip trying to contain the moan.
"Good girl," he said calmly, his palm moving down towards her again, another slap following soon after.
Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Hermiones' legs were shaking, her face red and hot to the touch. Her head was spinning, she closed her eyes trying to figure out what just happened and to figure out her emotions.
"Get up," he barked.
Hermione stood up instantly and looked at her Professor. He was smirking at her as he looked her body up and down.
Hermione smiled at him as she looked down at his lap. She bit her lip as she stared at his pants.
"My eyes are up here, young lady," he snarled.
Hermione nodded.
"Get to class," he stood up and walked to the corner. He was turned around, but she assumed he had tucked himself into his waistband.
Hermione nodded and started to turn around.
"Your punishment isn't over," he said, "I expect you here tomorrow after dinner."
"Yes, Professor," Hermione smiled.