Hermione woke up, panting loud. She had been dreaming again. Having those unforgivable dreams. Dreams that she wished would go away. Dreams that were so sick and wrong that she was disgusted with herself. But she had no power to stop those forbidden dreams. She couldn't control the pictures playing in her mind, waking her up everynight drenched in sweat and her own arousal. She knew something had to be done. This couldn't continue. This was wrong and sick in so many ways. Hermione sighed and turned to the side, falling asleep again. She would go to Madam Pomfrey the next morning and ask her for deamless sleep draught.
Uh oh. Hermione thought. Here he comes again. Control yourself Hermione. Don't let him notice you. Act casual. BOOM. Way for that to work. Nice job. Now you knocked him over.
"Miss Granger!" He yelled out angrily, getting up and straightening his robes. "Watch where you're going, you blind little witch." His eyes were killin her. Darker as the night itself they were glaring down at her, intimidating her, yet mesmorizing her as well.
"So - sorry Professor." She mumbled. He reached a hand down to help her up, and she accepted shyly. The second their hands made contact Hermione felt a deep shiver go down her spine.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for knocking over a professor. Now I suggest, miss Granger, that you go to breakfast, but this time watch where you're going." He drawled.
Hermione was about to protest and tell her professor that he was being unfair, but with a swish of his robes he was gone before she could say a word. She sighed. She wasn't acting like herself at all. Well I don't think any girl fantasizing about her professor would act normally. Hermione frowned at the thought and straightened out her robes. Time to go to Madam Pomfrey.
"I'm sorry dear, but I'm running out of the dreamless sleep draught. I couldn't possibly give you any until I get more from Professor Snape. You'll have to go ask him. Maybe he has some left." Madam Pomfrey said, hardly paying attention to the girl. She was too busy running around and looking for something that was apperently really important. Hermione rolled her eyes at her luck. Knowing that the nurse wouldn't help her anymore she decided to go down to breakfast and see whether there was anymore food left.
There were only a few people left at the Gryffindor table since it was the last five minutes of breakfast. Hermione couldn't see Harry nor Ron, so she guessed they were probably waiting for her at Transfiguration. She grabbed a piece of toast with jam on it and made her way to class.
For the first time, Hermione couldn't concentrate. The class was over and Hermione hadn't heard a word Professor McGonnagal was saying. She had been thinking about what to do. She really wanted to get rid of the dreams but she couldn't just go to Professor Snape and ask for some. He would want to know why. What would she tell him? Oh, hi Professor, could you give me some dreamless Sleep draught so I can stop having sexual dreams about you? Oh, yes. Wonderful plan, Hermione.
It went like this the whole day. One side of Hermione telling her she had to go or the dreams would start to take over her and she would start to go crazy, if she hadn't already. But the other side of Hermione told her that going up to the man haunting her in her dreams and asking him for the draught would be the crazy thing to do. At the end of the day Hermione knew the first side had overpowered the second, so she decided to go to Snape that evening to ask him for some.
Even when facing Death Eaters Hermione had never been so nervous. Nice pun, Hermione. She thought realizing that Snape had been one, too. Taking a deep breath she knocked at his office door, then waited. "Come in." She heard his oily voice say. A shiver ran down her spine and she hesitantly opened the door and poked her head through.
Snape raised an eyebrow at her, obviously surprised that she had come to see him. "Yes, Miss Granger?" He asked her expectantly.
"Good evening, Professor." Hermione prayed silently that she wouldn't say or do something that would give her away. "I came to ask you for - Madam Pomfrey said - I thought you would have some - she didn't have any left - sorry to disrupt-"
"Miss Granger." He interrupted her. "As much as I enjoy your senseless babbling, would you please get to the point?"
Hermione blushed. Wonderful. Absolutely fantastic. Way to go Hermione! "I'm sorry Professor. I was just here to ask for some dreamless sleep draught. I went to ask Madam Pomfrey but she said she was running out and to come her and ask you." Calm down. It's over. You actually managed to make sense.
"I see." Snape said and arched and eyebrow at her again. She was acting quite strange. Not only was she babbling senslessly in front of him, which never usually happened, but she was blushing as well. Something was wrong with her and he was sure the dreams she was trying to get rid of were the cause. "And might I ask what this draught is for? After all I can't just give a student a very valuable potion without knowing the reasons for it." He stood up and walked to the front of his desk.
Shit. I knew this would happen. "Well that, Professor, is private. But if you have to know I've been having bothersome dreams about the final battle that won't leave me alone." Yes. Good reason. Who knew I could think of good excuses that fast? That was great!
"Miss Granger. I think that is a very ridiculous excuse." he said. ...or not. "Absolutely every student in this castle has some kind of nightmare about the Final battle, and I'm sure you weren't one to witness the worst parts." His eyes shone brightly as if to indicate he did. "Just ask your friend, Potter. I'm sure he could use the draught as well. If that is the reason, Miss Granger, I'm sorry but I cannot give it to you." Good luck getting yourself out of this one, Hermione.
"Actually professor, I think I would like to keep the reason quiet. It is very private, and you do not see me standing here asking for an explanation of your private dreams." Hermione blushed at the thought of this and quickly added. "Sir."
Snape smirked. "Well I'm sorry to say Miss Granger, I can not possibly give you the draught without good and reasonable reasoning." Hermione glared at him. Why did he always have to be such a bastard? Hermione fumed and turned around, making her way to the door. "Oh and Miss Granger?" She heard him ask just as she was about to walk out.
She slowly stopped in her tracks and without turning around said, "Yes, Sir?"
"Fifty points from Gryffindor for having inappropriate dreams about a teacher. You are dismissed." It took a moment for the words to get through Hermione's head, but after she realized she was still standing there she quickly went out the door and closed it behind her. As soon as she walked out she slumped against the wall and cluthed her heart. How did he know? She hadn't told him, had she? Had she been that obvious? Oh no. What have I gotten myself into? Hermione sobbed into her hands. I told you not to go to him.
There was no way she was going there. No way. She would pretend to be sick or something. As if anyone would believe you. Hermione damned herself for being such a perfect student.
Shaking, she entered the potions classroom and took a seat next to Harry. Harry worriedly looked at her, but Hermione just shook it off and blamed it on too much homework last night. Though not convinced, Harry decided to leave her alone.
With a bang the door opened and Snape stormed down the classroom in his normal routine. Hermione caught a swiff of his cologne and shuddered. I didn't know he even wore cologne. He stood in front of the class and stared at them, expecting to know what he was thinking. "What are you all waiting for? Get your ingredients and get to work. The instructions are on the board." He drawled in a bored yet vicious tone. Hermione seriously didn't know how he did it.
It was a good 30 minutes into class and Hermione hadn't noticed anything different about the way he was acting. Maybe he decided to ignore it and not torture me endlessly about it. How wrong she was. Hermione started cutting up firebeetles with a especially large knife made especially for cutting that sort of bug. She hated knives very much. They creeped her out.
Hermione could feel him pacing between desks to check on people's work. No one dared talk. It was completely silent except for the bubbling of the potion and the Professor's foot steps. Hermione's breath shortened when she heard him approach her desk and stand behind her, peering over her shoulder. Her whole body was tensed up and she stopped cutting. Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances and watched as Snape lowered his head to Hermione's neck and whisper so only she could hear, "Why so tense, Miss Granger?" His breath tingled on her skin and an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. "Didn't sleep so well last night?" Hermione could just see his lips curling at his last remark. She cut down on the bug very hard. So hard in fact, that it was hard to get the knife out of the piece of wood underneath it. He chuckled very softly and went on to Harry's potion. "That's horrible Potter. I suggest you start over again." And with a swish of a wand the contents of Harry's cauldron were gone.
Hermione sobbed into her pillow. What was she going to do? She couldn't possibly ask him again, now that he knew he was the cause of the dreams that were bothering her. But she couldn't as well live with her dreams. They were distracting and irritating. She needed to find a solution. Think, Hermione, think. Then it hit her! Harry might have some! After all, the Order had gotten him some to keep his head clear during the final battle, and maybe he had some left!
"Harry! Can I talk to you for a minute?" Hermione asked him as she bounced down the stairs into the common room. Harry made a move in the chess game he was playing with Ron and got up.
"Sure, what do you need?" He asked.
"Well, I was just wondering whether you have any dreamless sleep draught?" She asked eagerly. When he looked at her in confusion, she added, "I've been having some nightmares lately and they're distracting me and I know that you used some during the final battle and I was just wondering whether you still had some."
"Oh okay. I'm not sure but I'll check. Hold on." And with that he ran up the stairs. Hermione waited patiently downstairs and soon Harry came back looked up at him hopefully. He handed her a little vile and said, "It's very old. I'm not sure whether its effects still work very well, but I'm sure it'll get rid of minor dreams." Hermione smiled, relieved and glad at being in the posession of the potion.
"Thanks, Harry. I really appreciate it." She said and hugged him. Ron getting impatient with Harry called him back. Hermione bidded the two goodnight and went off to bed. She quickly got a glass of water and put a couple drops of the draught in it, drinking it up fast. As Hermione lay down in bed she smiled at the thought of finally getting a good night of sleep.
..."Mmm" She moaned as his fingers flicked at her clit. "Severusss..." She hissed. His fingers slowly entered her wet folds and made small circles torturously slow. This efflicted more moans from Hermione. He was going so damn slow. Why was he torturing her like this? She thrust her hips forward, causing him to go in deeper. He growled and quickened his pace, not saying one word. He entered one finger inside her while his thumb was massaging her nub. Hermione soon was at a shortage of breath, moaning and groaning deeply. She could feel the tension build in her stomach and then...
"Come for me, Hermione." he whispered in her ears throwing her over the edge. Waves of pleasure hit her in what was the best orgasm she ever had.
"Oh, severussss." She yelled over and over again.
Hermione awoke with a start and sat up straight. What the hell had just happened? Hadn't she taken the potion? Why wasn't it working? Hermione tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down from the immensly exciting, yet disturbing dream. What the hell was she doing, having sexual dreams about a teacher? Was she completely out of her mind?
Dropping back onto her back on the bed, Hermione checked the time. It was one in the morning. Deciding that she was in no mood to sleep, she decided to go out for a stroll on the grounds. She knew that it wasn't allowed but she really needed it right now.
Stepping outside, Hermione took in a deep breath. Going outside really helped her collect her thoughts. The sweetly chilling breeze helped calm her down and relax. She walked around like that for a while, thinking about her dreams. Where did they so suddenly come from? What had caused them? There obviously had to be something. Her dad had explained to her once that thinking about something a lot somehow caused dreams. And most of the books Hermione had read explained that dreams were the subconcious caused by the either really wanted feelings or the really supressed feelings. Was that it? Was it really true that she just secretely, without even realizing it, wanted her Potions professor? Hermione sighed. She was exhausted. Mentally. Exhausted from all this thinking and dreaming and analyzing. She really couldn't take anymore. She had to find a way to get herself back together or else this would effect her finals.
She slowly made her way inside and started climbing the steps in the entrance hall. She was careful again to not run into anybody. But not careful enough.
"Well, what have we here?" Someone drawled behind her. Hermione gasped and turned around to see Snape standing five feet behind her, looking like he had just won the lottery. "What are you doing out of bed so late? And that without your two little friends to back you up? How irresponsible." He mocked.
"Professor, I - I was just -" She started.
"Spare me the babble. My office. Now." He commanded and waited until she turned around and they both started walking down the hall.
Does he never sleep? She thought. But then thinking of Snape sleeping was just a ridiculous thought. Boy, are you in trouble now. Think of all the detention he could give you for this. Dark dungeons...Snape's desk...Lying on it with Snape on top...STOP! Hermione shook her head to get the thoughts out. She felt a prickling sensation in the back of her neck, and realized Snape must be eyeing her. Hermione subconciously wondered where it was that he was staring. Maybe her hips? Her curves? Her butt? She started swaying her hips a little more which made her skirt rise up more little by little with every step.
Reaching the office, Hermione waited at the door, following in after Snape. He walked gracefully over to his desk and sat down. "Sit down." He ordered in a harsh tone, yet Hermione could tell he was enjoying this. Hermione hesitantly sat down, dreading what might happen once she did. She found herself not being able to look up. She was embarrassed at being found walking around by herself so stupidly.
"Miss Granger, look up and tell me why you were out at such late hours." He commanded her. Hermione looked up at his eyes and blushed. They were piercing her own and Hermione was positive that he could read her like a book right now. He probably doesn't need an explenation. He probably knows exactly why you were awake at this hour. He just likes torturing you and making you say it.
"Umm... Well... I just thought a stroll around the grounds would do me some good. I'm sorry, Sir." She said.
"Don't apologize Miss Granger, that won't get you anywhere. I expected you of all people to know the rules. But I guess even our famous little know-it-all can surprise us with stepping out of line, am I wrong?" He spoke with a glint in his eye. "Always so eager to please, what happened? Couldn't control your desire to step out of bounds, Miss Granger?" His eyes were now pinning hers to them. She couldn't look away. She understood what he was trying to imply, and she sure as hell couldn't help but getting hot in the face as he said it.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what you're talking about." She said, trying to play the whole thing off.
Snape smirked at her evilly, leaned back in his chair and said, "All this means, Miss Granger, is that you will be spending detention with me for the next week. Report to my office at seven every night. You are dismissed."
With that Hermione stood up and left with only a quick nod. This was going to be one hell of a week.
Hermione knocked. Boy, was she nervous. Just being in his presence made her knees go weak. "Come in" She heard him say, so she stepped inside his office after straightening her school skirt. He didn't look up from his paperwork when she entered so she just stood by the door, waiting for him to tell her what to do. The more she stared at him, the more tingles she felt go down her spine. The more knots she felt twist in her lower stomach. Crap. She wanted him bad. She knew that now.
He finally looked up from the paper he had been grading, and his eyes locked hers again. This was now common play for them. He would read her mind the second he looked at her. For some reason she didn't mind that he knew exactly what she was feeling. She was over being embarrassed. Now she just had to get over the nervousness.
"I have some potion ingredients that need sorting. You will stay here until they're all sorted. They're in the cupboard to your left. Get started." That's all he said before looking down at his paper again, and furrowing his eyebrows. Hermione decided she liked that look of concentration on him. She turned around and walked over to the cupboard and opened the door. Hermione almost whined when she saw how many ingredients there were to sort. Not only that, they were the most disgusting ones. 'Rat liver, snake brains, cockroach veins, vampire eyes. How yummy. She was about to pull her wand out when she heard, "Do not use your wand. You will use your hands." Hermione sighed. Absolutely wonderful. That's what you get for having those dreams, Hermione.
Deciding to work from the bottom up, she bent down and sat on her knees, grapping the first few flasks of Cow guts. As she started organizing them, she realized that the cupboard went way deeper than she thought and that there were ingredients all the way in the back of the shelf. She went on all fours and reached as far as she physically could, grabbing as many flasks as possible. Hermione felt eyes on her, and when she turned around she saw Snape watching her. Uh oh. Skirt alert. She turned red and quickly sat back up on her knees. Crap. How was she going to do this without him seeing her knickers? Hermione smiled evilly. Maybe that would do the bastard good after all that teasing and torturing. She bent forward again, this time purposly pushing out her butt just a little more, swinging it around just a bit. When she looked back at Snape, she saw he was still watching her, his eyes clouded in lust, something she had never seen in them before. Hermione almost gasped at sat up straight. She hadn't thought that her actions would have that big of a reaction on him.
Deciding to really give him a show now, she bent forward once more and this time took no shame in sticking out her buttocks so he could see her black knickers. She even went as far as grunting as if she couldn't reach something. Hermione would've taken it a step further and asked him to get it for him had he not said something. "What do you think you're doing, Miss Granger?" Hermione looked up at him and felt her face heat up again.
"Oh nothing, Sir. I was just trying to grab something from the back of the shelf." She replied as innocently as she could. Hermione smiled inwardly as she realized that she wouldn't have needed to ask him to help her anyway, as he seemed to do that all by himself. He got up and walked towards her, torturously slow, and bent down to pick up the flask she had been reaching for with one swift move of his arm. Hermione smiled at him and he just merely cocked an eyebrow. As he went to stand up straight again, he dropped the flask, which seemed like on purpose.
"I think I dropped the cow brains. Miss Granger, would you mind getting it for me?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes telling Hermione that he was toying with her. Hermione smiled lightly and turned around and bent down to pick it up, this time showing him her cleavage. As she got up she realized that they were standing in the narrow doorframe of the cupboard, making them have almost body contact. Hermione's breathing got faster as she looked up at him and took in their closeness. Snape slowly bent down, moving his head towards hers. Oh my god! He's going to kiss me! His lips were so close to hers now but instead of kissing her, they went and lightly traced a path along her cheek towards her ear. "Do not attempt to play games with me, Miss Granger. You do not know what you're getting yourself into." He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione could've had an orgasm right there and then. His body so close to hers, his breath on her neck, his lips lightly touching her ear, his words, it was all too much for her and she dropped down onto her butt. She looked up at him, seeing the amusement in his eyes. But she also saw the lust. He half smirked at her and went back to his desk. "Continue your task." He ordered and this time Hermione made sure she didn't play any games with him. She had had enough for one night.
"Who is it, Hermione? You have to tell me!" Parvati bugged. Hermione rolled her eyes. What was wrong with this girl? Couldn't she just leave her alone?
"Listen, Parvati. I've already told you. It's no one. And even if he was someone, it's none of your bus-"
"Hermione, I might not be top of the year, but I am good at telling when there is a certain someone." She said looking pretty smug. "Now tell me who this secret guy is. Is he a Slytherin? Is that why you're trying to keep it on the downlow?"
Hermione stood up from the armchair and walked away rolling her eyes. Walking out of the portrait hole she thought she had lost her when, "Hermione, it's a teacher isn't it?" She asked. Hermione stopped, her eyes as big as plates. She slowly turned around and looked Parvati right in the eyes.
"What are you? Crazy? Will you suggest I'm in love with Dumbledore next?"
"Oh, don't be rediculous. He's too old and nice. But I think there are a few teachers who aren't. I mean it makes perfect sense. You're always so eager to please them, it's completely understandable that you want to take that pleasing to the next level." Parvati was talking as if it was just another random guy they were talking about, instead of a Hogwarts professor who was more than likely old enough to be their father. "Now tell me. Which teacher is it?"
Hermione was amazed at this girl. A normal person could have never even gotten the assumption of Hermione having a crush on someone, let alone a teacher. "I already told you. It's no one." She replied sharply.
As Hermione turned around and was walking away, she could almost hear Parvati's brain working. She was just about to turn the corner...
"SNAPE!" Hermione stopped in her tracks one more time. Her heart was beating at an increadelous pace. She heard Parvati's footsteps coming towards her, and when Hermione turned around she saw complete satisfaction on her face. "It's him. I knew it. But don't feel bad, Hermione. I totally understand why you're after him. I mean he's pretty sexy for his age. Actually that whole I'm a creepy bastard thing is pretty hot. I wouldn't mind -"
"Parvati, please stop talking." Hermione begged. That got her to shut up. "I do not fancy a professor, okay? So please just leave me alone." Hermione sighed and turned around to walk away from the girl one more time. Luckily, it worked this time.
I can't help it. I just can't. Just one more button. Hermione grinned and unbuttoned one more button of her blouse. Yes. She knew he had warned her last night, but it was just way too much fun. That's right. You girls show yourselves.
She knocked and walked in when she heard him approve.
"Good evening, Miss Granger." He said without looking up.
Hermione smiled and dared to actually talk this time. "Good evening to you, too, professor." She replied sweetly. Snape, being surprised that she had replied, quickly glanced at her and looked back down, yet quickly looked up again after realizing that her cleavage was showing more than usual. Her skirt seemed a little higher as well. She kept smiling as she watched his eyes travel over her body, and felt herself getting warm below her belly.
"You shouldn't have tried to look nice, Miss Granger. It's only detention with an old potions master." He said smoothly as his eyes traveled back up to hers. A very sexy old potions master. Hermione didn't know how to reply so she just didn't. She smiled and waited for him to tell her what to do. Should I come and stradle you? Or maybe bend over. How does the wall sound? Does that work out? Hermione had to contain herself from giggling at her own thoughts. She really was getting in way over her head. Just because she had accepted the fact that maybe, just maybe, she had a huge crush on Professor Snape, she didn't have to think thoughts like that. "I suggest you start, if you want to get those lables done by the end of tonight." He nodded over to the other side of his desk, that had a lot of pieces of parchment and a quill and ink on it. Hermione quickly walked over to the table, delighted that she would be so close to him, and sat down.
Hermione quickly got to work and every now and then she could feel him look up at her. If she wasn't mistaken she even saw him shift in his chair sometimes. She guessed her cleavage was more then just popping out a little in the position she was sitting in. Hermione could feel the blood rush through her in excitement at the thought that she made Snape nervous. That definitely would be a first. When he shifted again she looked up and asked, "What's wrong, professor?"
His eyes went back to hers and he smirked. "I was just deciding on how many points I should take off from Gryffindor, because quite frankly, Miss Granger, someone could get the wrong idea with you wearing you shirt unbuttoned that low." Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth dropped. She closed it again and sat up straighter, completely humiliated. "I think ten will do, don't you agree right Miss Granger? Now button up." He said. Hermione could almost see the pleasure dripping off of him. He was so enjoying this.
Hermione glared and buttoned up only one button, refusing to do the others. She bent over the label again and continued writing. Hermione had crossed her legs under the table and her feet were falling asleep. She decided to switch their spots, and as she did, her foot touched the inside of Snape's thigh. Hermione gasped and looked up. Snape was staring right at her. Then, she did something she never knew she would have enough guts to do. She smirked at him. It was a smirk that suggested something absolutely crazy and inappropriate.
Snape raised an eyebrow and chuckled in a deep, dangerous voice. Hermione shuddered at the sound of it. "What do you think you're doing, Miss Granger?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to. I was just switching the position of my feet." She said, all the while smiling innocently at him.
Snape leaned forward in his chair so that their faces were now only a couple of inches apart. He looked at her cleavage once again, having a way better view from this position. His eyes traveled to her lips and then up to her lips. His lips curled. "Miss Granger, I am not a foolish man. I clearly see what you are trying to do, and I have warned you before that you do not know what you're getting yourself into. I hope that, being as smart as you are, you know that your little games do not intrigue me. I hope you also understand that a little ignorant girl like yourself could never capture my attention. Not to mention, I am your professor so any other relationship with a student would be absurd and completely unwanted on my side. So please, stop your actions before I'm forced to expell you." He spoke very low and husky, making Hermione breathe hard. He looked down at her chest, which was heaving up and down quite noticably. He smirked at her and sat back straight.
Hermione didn't know whether she should be offended, disappointed or scared. She looked at her professor's smug expression and evil glint in his eye, and decided she was definitely offended. She took his words as a challange. I can't get your attention? We'll see about that, professor. She looked him straight in the eyes while thinking these thoughts, being positive that he could tell exactly what she was thinking. She leaned back down and finished her, thankfully last, label, and without waiting to get excused she got up and left.
AN: All right guys. To everybody who has been reading my "I love you" story, this is the reason for delay. I've decided to write this, and it's been taking up my time. I'm sorry about that.
Also i'd like to say, that this was to be a oneshot, but since it got WAY too long and there is still A LOT that has to happen, I've decided to make it into a trilogy. Otherwise you'd probably have about a 20,000 word story all on one page, and I'm sure that wouldn't be that great. So i definitely can't do that. I mean who would want to read something like that all at one go? I'd just lose readers that way. Well i hope you've enjoyed it so far! Two chapters to go.
I also want to mention that this story WILL have a resolute ending as to not leave you off asking for mroe, because i tend to give into those requests quite too much. So i'll make sure that I will leave it with such an ending that it will be resolute. And no, that does NOT mean that my characters will die. It'll be happy. I'm not sure exactly HOW, but I'm sure it just will.
So please review once you read! I'd really appreciate it!