"Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Is all that was roaming Hermione's head. Sure, he made her nervous but why would he ask that? He had gotten called away before she could answer or ask why. Hermione lay in bed staring at the ceiling of her dorm room bed.
"Do I make you nervous, Miss Granger?" He whispered as he got closer to her.
"What?"
"Do I make the insufferable know-it-all, nervous?" He walked to the other side of the table so he was standing in front of her.
Hermione gulped as he put his hands on the tables. Getting closer he removed his hand from the table and started to caress her thigh. "I take that as a yes," he purred. She looked down but her chin was soon caught by those long slender fingers. He moved her chin to look at him. "What do you want me to do to you, Miss Granger?" The words rolled off his tongue as she watched his moistened lips. All she wanted to do was have his lips on hers. Professor Snape searched her features and soon bent down. He wrapped his arm around her back and the other wrapped around her thigh. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his skin torso. Hermione didn't expect him to lift her but she was surprised. Sure, she was light but she had been with other boys that couldn't. "I'm not a boy, Granger, I am a man," he whispered as he walked toward the wall and pinned her against it. She could feel his hardened arousal hit her heated core.
"Fuck me hard, Professor Snape," she whispered in his ear making him shiver.
"Call me Daddy," he thrust his hips and pinned her more against the wall.
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Friday, October 20th, 1995
Hermione woke up in a sweat and not just a regular sweat. It was an arousal sweat. She had just dreamt that her potions Professor wanted her and she wanted him. She dabbed a piece of her sheets to wipe the sweat off her forehead. How would she face Professor Snape today? She would be with him longer than usual. With her going to potions class, serving detention, and being his assistant. This was the first time Hermione thought about skipping class, but it wouldn't work with her needing to serve detention and be his assistant. She questioned if he would even notice she wasn't there. Hermione knew that Professor Snape didn't want her there in detention or being his assistant. It wouldn't be like he knew that she had a dream like that, right?
Hermione decided it would be best if she didn't skip class, detention, or be his assistant.
She walked to the potions classroom after she got done eating her breakfast. It was Friday so she had potions in the morning instead of before dinner. She sighed, it would have been nice to avoid him earlier in the morning. "Finally, where have you been?" Harry asked, "You are usually the first one here."
"Do you have to know everything I do?" Hermione snapped, "Do you need a play-by-play, Harry?" Hermione sat down and watched Harry's mouth fall open. She didn't ever become upset with Harry. It was mostly with Ron. Hermione was just annoyed with how her brain decided to have a sexual dream about her potion master.
Professor Snape cleared his throat and stood up, "Let's get to work before my head explodes," he paused and his eyes landed on Hermione, "Today we will be taking a quiz."
Everyone started to groan, "I can give you multiple quizzes for the next couple of days if you would like?" He started to smirk as all of his students started to listen. "That's what I thought," he started to walk around the room and give each front person a stack of papers to pass behind them. He reached Hermione and couldn't look her in the eyes. It was like he was avoiding her. She wondered if she had done something wrong. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at the quiz.
Hermione started on her test and as soon as she was done with the first page she flipped to the other side. She wasn't expecting anything already written on it but at the top of the page it wrote: 'See me after class, S.S.' She looked up to see that Professor Snape was grading paperwork but slightly looked up and right back down in a blink of the eye.
The quiz was done and Hermione held onto her quiz. "You may leave when you bring up your test," Professor Snape bellowed.
Harry stood up and walked his quiz to Professor Snape's desk. He looked at Hermione, "See you after class?"
Hermione's mouth opened a little and a small 'yes' escaped her mouth. Harry smiled and gave her a small hug. She waited until everyone in the class left and got up from her seat. "You left me a note, Professor Snape?" She walked slowly over to him and waited for him to talk.
He looked up and put down his quill. "If you intend on starting a lovers affair with Potter would you try to keep it in the Gryffindor common room," she looked at her professor dumbfounded. "I would much rather not see any of my students fondling each other," he made a disgusted face.
"As for your information, Professor," she paused that was the first time she had addressed him without saying Professor Snape, "I am not sleeping with, Harry, and my sex life is none of your concern," Hermione's eyes went wide as she stared at him. Did she just say that out loud?
Professor Snape started to smirk at Hermione.
"Is that why you asked me to stay after class, Professor Snape?" Hermione clenched her jaw as she spits venom. What was up with her today? She was being sassy.
"Granger," he spat with venom, "and you are right your sex life is none of my concern. As for what I needed from you, I have asked your other professors if I can have you for the rest of the day. I need help preparing that potion for next Tuesday and I have no other classes today."
"Can I say no?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not asking if you want to," he paused, "I am telling you that you will be helping me."
Hermione nodded, she should have just skipped potions class today. There was no way she could face him all day. That would be over eight hours today and she didn't know if she could handle it.
"Now grab that cauldron that we have started on," he pointed to the large cupboard.
Hermione nodded and walked over. It was smart of him to hide it from other classes especially with Fred and George being in the upper classes. They would most definitely pull a prank. She grabbed the cauldron and walked it over to a desk in front of Professor Snape's.
"What would you like me to do?" She asked.
"Stir it clockwise ten times and counterclockwise fifteen times and then put in some more sop in bean," he said, "and remember how I told you to get those juices out."
She nodded her head and got to work. As she was stirring, she watched her potions master. His hair was in his face again. All she wanted to do is go up to him and brush that black hair out of his face. But it wouldn't last long behind his ear. If you watched him long enough he would brush his hair behind his ear and then moments later it would be back in his face. She liked how his facial expressions changed as he was grading. You could tell when he was annoyed, thinking, or just downright bored. He would bite his lip slightly when he was thinking and when he was bored he would flip the quill back and forth between his long slender fingers.
Hermione shook her head and focused back on the stirring. "You got snappy with Potter today," he said. She looked back up to see him staring at her.
She nodded, "Just in a mood, I guess," it felt strange talking to him because most of the time he didn't want to talk. She felt like Professor Snape hated small talk and would avoid it at all costs.
He nodded and looked back at his work.
All Hermione could now think about was him bending her over the desk. His desk. It came out of nowhere and she didn't know where to look. 'Call Me Daddy' is what came into her brain next. She started to laugh at her brain and how it can go from one thing to another quicker than you could say Quidditch.
"Miss. Granger," Hermione looked up to see her Professor staring at her.
"Yes?" Her heart started to beat quickly. She hoped she didn't say anything.
"You may go," he spat as he held his forearm.
"But I still have detention and helping you," she said quietly.
"I have some business to attend to," he spat, "now go."
Hermione nodded and jumped out of her seat. She grabbed her bag and walked fast out of the potions classroom. Walking fast in the halls she bumped into Malfoy. "Watch where you are going, mud blood," he spat and pushed her against the wall.
Mudblood, she hated the word so much and hoped as she got older she wouldn't hear it anymore. She was in her fifth year and didn't understand why it still got to her when Malfoy called her that. Shaking her head she walked to the Gryffindor common room. As she didn't have detention or helping Professor Snape anymore she decided it would be the perfect opportunity to go and sketch. After saying the password to the Fat Lady she walked up and grabbed her sketchbook.
As Hermione was sketching she didn't realize how late it had gotten. She didn't mind that it was dark and nobody was around. She was happy no one was around since some of her drawings were more explicit than usual. Not many people knew she drew the only two that knew were Harry and Ginny, but she would never let them look through it. She loved drawing Professor Snape and she much enjoyed imagining what he looked like underneath that frock and many layers of clothes. She knew she would never be able to find out. She was a young insufferable know-it-all and Professor Snape would never see her otherwise.
A few minutes had passed as she stared at her sketch. In the bottom corner, she signed H.G. with a small flower by her name. "Miss Granger," she stayed still hoping that if she didn't move he wouldn't see her.
"Get up, Miss Granger, I can see you," Professor Snape's voice rang in her ears. She nodded and stood up. Making her way over to him she looked down at her feet.
"Why must I catch you on my rounds every couple of weeks, Granger?" She felt different when he called her Granger.
She shrugged her shoulders while still looking at the ground. "What am I going to do with you?
Hermione shrugged her shoulders again, "Do you want detention with Umbridge to learn a lesson?" He questioned. This made her lift her head, "No, sir."
"Good, I am glad you remember what happened last time," he said.
Hermione looked down again but soon felt a finger guide her face to look at him. "You look at me when I talk to you," he spat. His eyes were dark, yet she saw a glistening effect bouncing off of his eyes.
"What gives you the right to touch me, Professor?" She spat. Instantly, Professor Snape removed his hand from his student.
"You have been having an attitude lately and I do not like it," he put his hands on his hips and stared at her.
"You have had an attitude your whole life, so what is your excuse?" Hermione spat but covered her mouth quickly with her hands.
Professor Snape's mouth started to twitch, "You have just earned yourself a month's detention, and 100 points from Gryffindor."
"Big whoop," Hermione spit like venom.
"50 points more for talking back, now get back to your dorm before I expel you," he looked like he was going to explode or have steak come from his ears. Hermione nodded and walked past him. She didn't know what came over her. She didn't know why she raise her voice at him. Maybe she was frustrated or worse sexually frustrated. She got to her room and laid down face-first on her bed. Hermione drifted off to sleep instantly.
Severus had never seen Miss Granger get so defensive or snarky before. He was slightly curious as to why she had spat at him. He turned around but noticed a soft glare coming from behind him. Turning around he walked over to the tree she was sitting under. It was a book, that had 'Hermione Granger' written on the front of it. There was no way he could get into Gryffindor's common room much less want to. He picked it up and walked back to his potions classroom. Sitting the book down to the side of him he pulled out the quizzes he had the students do. Since he was pulled away from his work he wasn't able to do it.
Severus sat there for a couple of moments just staring at the dunderheads' quizzes. Granger has been acting strange lately, especially around him. He had gone into her brain today after she had snapped at Potter. Severus wasn't sure if he heard her right. He had heard that she had a sexual dream about him. The Severus Snape. There was no way she was into him, much less having dreams about him. He looked over at the book he had picked up. The one that she left. He felt like it would be an invasion of privacy. How would he have felt if someone went through his private property? Then again, nobody in school would have cared enough to look through his personal belongings, unless you were part of the Marauders.
He sat there tapping his feet on the ground. What if there were private things in there that she didn't want anyone to know? Maybe she was seeing Potter and didn't want to admit that. He didn't know why it made his blood boil when he saw Potter and her hugging. Maybe because Potter reminds him so much of James Potter, his bully.
Severus decided he wouldn't touch her book but would get her book back to her on Monday when she came in to be his assistant. He didn't want to run the risk of anyone finding out he had it or want anyone to see he had a heart and didn't throw a student's things away.
After a couple of hours grading Severus stood up and walked to his connected private chambers. He sighed and turned around. He couldn't sleep without knowing what was in that book. Grabbing the book he walked into his private chambers. He grabbed his glasses and sat on the couch. Wrapping one leg over the other he opened to the first page.