Sex Education

This story is rated M for a reason. Not suitable for children. You have been warned.

Chapter 1 - A Hunger For Knowledge

There was a knock on the door to Severus Snape's office. He scrawled a P on the scroll he had been reviewing and barked an 'Enter'. There was something about the Granger girl's manner as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her that was interesting. She gave an impression of agitated determination, as though she had had to steel herself to start this conversation, and it made him put aside his quill and give her his full attention.

"Professor Snape, you don't like me," the student stated without preamble. Snape sat back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "You find me annoying and you think I'm big-headed, and you're entitled to your opinions. But whether you admit it to yourself or not, your main reason for disliking me is that I'm friends with Harry. That's the reason you give me Es or As for homework that should earn me Os. You know I'm a good student."

Her arms were folded across her chest and she glared at him as though daring him to try to deny her words. He remained silent but allowed a smirk to raise one corner of his lips.

"I don't particularly like you, either. You're a bully and you're totally unfair in the way you treat students. But you obviously love your subject, you're engaging and enthusiastic when you choose to be and you explain things well. When you're not acting like a complete arse I think you're an excellent teacher."

Her glare and defiant demeanor remained, but it seemed that her words had run out of steam, or possibly she had run out of nerve, for the moment. Snape regarded her with amusement.

"Are you expecting a response?" he smirked. "Are you waiting for me to tell you you're wrong about me finding you annoying? Wondering how long you're going to be in detention for calling me an arse?"

She nodded. "I assumed you would have some sort of response, yes."

He let the silence hang for a long moment. "I am more interested in hearing what else you have to say." Her face showed surprise. "Miss Granger, you did not come to my office simply to tell me what I think of you and what you think of me. They were leading up to something."

The girl sighed heavily and flopped into the chair in front of his desk.

"You're right," she confirmed. "I want to ask you for a favour."

He almost laughed. "Then that was certainly an interesting way to begin."

She gave an embarrassed half smile. "I suppose it was." She paused, then seemed to steel herself and charge ahead. "There's a subject I need to learn about and I'm having difficulty. It's not something you can learn from books … well, to be honest, I can't find any books in the library about it … and I don't like just floundering about trying to learn it on my own or from other students who don't know what they're doing. I'd rather learn from a good teacher who has more … experience."

Snape sighed. "Exactly what subject are you wishing to learn, Miss Granger?"

The student opposite him bit her lip, nervously. "Sex," she replied.

Silence fell between them. Snape had experienced much in his life and very little could surprise him, but he had to admit that this was unexpected.

Finally he spoke. "You wished to learn about sex, and your first thought was to head to the library?"

She glanced up at him, saw his amused smirk and blushed. Then she laughed. "That's how I learn everything else," she shrugged. "It's what I do."

"Indeed." Snape coughed. "Before we go any further with this conversation, I feel that I need to check on your age. I have no wish even to discuss this subject with an underage witch."

"I'm of age in the wizarding world and the muggle world," she confirmed.

"And what exactly do you wish to learn?"

She frowned. "I'm not sure exactly. I don't know anything. I want to know how a boy's … private part … works. How to hold it. What to do with it. How do you do a 'blow job'? What is ..."

Snape held up his hand to stop her. "I get the idea," he commented, dryly. "You want me to teach you?"

"Like I said, I don't like fumbling about, learning by trial and error. I don't like feeling so uncertain about things. I need a teacher who knows what he's doing."

He smirked. "Uncertainty and fumbling are how you are supposed to learn about this particular subject, Miss Granger. It is tempting to refuse your request purely for the purpose of teaching you that lesson." The disappointment on her face was amusing. "I have not made a decision yet," he assured her. "I assume you realize that this is not something that can be taught using a purely theoretical approach. Lessons would be very much 'hands on'." She nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on his. He studied her face. She was determined and serious. The flush of her cheeks showed nervousness and some attraction, but not enough confidence to respond to his deliberately unsubtle suggestiveness.

"I will teach you," he finally agreed. "You will decide how far you wish these lessons to go and in how much depth you wish to study the subject. Either of us can choose not to continue with the lessons at any time, for any reason. You will not wear your school uniform to our lessons, and, of course, the lessons will remain secret."

She nodded in agreement. "I'll need to have a reason to be coming here."

"You may tell your friends that I caught you using school stores to brew in the potions classroom without permission. I am sure no one will question the idea that you would be foolishly skipping ahead to brew potions too advanced for you. You will have a week's detention, which might become more, depending upon how satisfied I am with your progress. Your first detention will be this evening, immediately after dinner."

The student nodded again and stood, awkwardly. "Thank you, Professor."

She turned and made for the door. As she reached for the handle, he spoke again.

"Miss Granger? Ten points from Gryffindor for calling me an arse!"