MISSION 2: Get Hermione Laid...AGAIN!

AN: Okay, it’s been a long time coming…sorry! However, muse appears to have returned, and so here it is…dum dee dee dum dum dum!…the sequel to Mission: Get Hermione Laid! Enjoy! Oh, and do please excuse the rather lame title…but I am of opi opinion that isn’t really what you are all here for ;)

To take a pair words from Ron’s limited vocabulary - Bloody hell! Potions is a nightmare, has been all week for that matter. And not for the reasons I would have thought. No, there have been no scathing words from Professor Snape (well, no more than usual), no embarrassed glances (Professor Lupin has given me enough of those for not only himself and Snape, but Sirius as well), no awkward confrontations (unlike the dinner Harry had with his godfather on Wednesday that he insisted Ron and I attend), not a single misplaced gesture. Fuck it! The man seems to have forgotten the whole ordeal. Had one rather panicky moment where I thought about polyjuice and the possibility that Snape was not Snape that night, but then quickly remembered the wards at Grimmauld Place. I was just being overly paranoid – no way could a polyjuiced Filch have made it through the wards, let alone by Moody…besides, his actions that night could only have been the doing of the Master of Potions.

So, after a week of being utterly ignored, I have frankly given up and decided that despite Lupin’s predisposition for obeying Dumbledore’s commandments, that I may just be able to convince him to bend, if not ignore, the rules for one night. Heck, half an hour would do! everever, no sooner have I had this thought, currently bottling up my potion and convinced I shall spend the weekend entertaining myself, than Professor Snape suddenly stops before my desk. I look up at him, wondering what the fuck he wants now. Or, more hopefully, who he wants to fuck now.

“Detention, Miss Granger,” he drawls, looking down his large nose at me.

I really do try to hide my smile, but I’m not so sure how successful I am.

“What the hell for?!” Harry snaps, coming to my defence. Damn that boy!

“Not that it is any of your business, Potter, but Miss Granger’s behaviour last weekend was appalling,” Snape replies, raising one eyebrow in my direction. It’s a question, or an an invitation – at least I think it is.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, looking at my desk, hoping everyone else thinks this is because I am ashamed. Actually, I’m trying to hide the broad grin that has commandeered my face and refuses to leave.

“Eight o’clock, my office,” he growls. He gives me one last triumphant look before gliding back to his desk.

YES!

Now, I really haven’t a thing against Sirius or Lupin – both (in my rather limited experience) are perfectly suitable candidates for round two. However, Lupin, bless his honest soul, is just way too well-behaved to do anything that would detract from what is ultimately the right thing to do (or not to do, as the case maybe), at least without Sirius to egg him on and while he is under Dumbledore’s not so watchful eye. Sirius, of course, would be just as able, however, he’s back in London and hence not so accessible. Snape, however, is here, willing and perfectly able to resolve my wee…problem. That problem being that I am so fucking horny since last weekend that if I don’t have sex soon I swear I will either go insane or give in and shag Ron – neither of which are particularly favourable.

Not that any of this is an issue now! Am currently pacing the last few steps to Snape’s office, double-checking that my hair isn’t frizzing too much. Nope, seems to be staying put for now. Smooth down the fabric of my dress before I tap on the wooden door and wait not so patiently for a reply. Bloody hell, have been waiting for what seems like an eternity now. I am just about to knock again when the door is thrown open.
“What the ….Ah, Miss Granger,” he drawls, looking me over, then snaps “What are you doing out of uniform?!”
“Uh,” I stutter, “I…it’s 8 o’clock on a Friday night, Sir. I didn’t believe my uniform was necessary.”
Snape scowls at me. “It is more than necessary, Miss Granger, it is compulsory.” He looks me over disgustedly for a few moments, before adding, “I have a few things I need to take care of in my quarters. You shall return to your room and change back into your uniform, then proceed down to my rooms immediately. Is that clear?”
Am torn between being angry and turned on. Funny, how Professor Snape can bring out both in me with the same words. Then again, perhaps not. After all, the man is an utter bastard yet still I am chasing after him like some idiotic school girl…wait…not going to think about that too much…
“Fine.”

As I make my way back down to the dungeons, it dawns on me precisely what he is doing. I mean, it’s fairly obvious why he would prefer me in my uniform, and trust me, I am quite up for a little role-playing (though, is it really that, when it’s the truth? Hmm…not the right time to get all philosophical, Herm!). However, the man just wants to make it quite clear that he is in charge here, and frankly, if that’s what he wants, he cane ite it. Heck, if I wanted to play nicely, I’d be off trying to get Lupin drunk. No, that is not what I want Snape for, and hence I believe I must play by his rules.

Snape answers his door more promptly this time, slipping me into his chambers with a nervous glance up and down the corridor, however, the moment the door is closed, his demeanour is right back to the surly, self-assured bastard I came here for.

“That is much more agreeable. I believe I gave you detention, Miss Granger, not Hermione.”

Give him a pained look, though really don’t care too much. Take a few moments to scrutinise his living quarters. Though dark, as expected, the room is not cold. Lighting in here is rather dim, just candles burning in serpentine holders on the stone walls, which for the most part are lined with bookshelves. Would absolutely love to look over some of those books, but have more pressing matters at hand.

“Well, Miss Granger, you have been a naughty girl, indeed,” Snape drawls, and once again I feel myself under his hard gaze. “Fucking not one, but two of your Professor’s last weekend, or so I am led to believe. Not to mention that pathetic dog.”

Surprisingly, his crass language is quite a turn on. I nod my head solemnly, allowing his game to continue.

“And are you sorry for your actions?” he enquires, one hand under my chin, lifting it so I am looking directly at him.

How the fuck do I answer that?

“Somewhat,” I reply – after all, am sorry the game ever ended!

“Little defiant, aren’t we, Miss Granger?” Snape replies, thoughtfully. “What to do with such a insolent wench…” An evil, evil smirk twists his face, and I suddenly wish I had never come down here. Gods, should’ve at least been smart enough to tell Harry where I was going, or something! “I want a 6 foot parchment on the inadequacies of today’s youth, Miss Granger. You have one hour.”

What?! WHAT?! He can’t be serious! Yet as I watch on, my mouth gaping open, he casts a few spells and a roll of parchment, a quill and ink appear on the desk by the fireplace.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Snape scowls at me. Fuck, he is bloody serious! And to think I could have spent the night drip feeding Lupin firewhiskey until he was drunk enough to shag me senseless again!

“I think I shall be going, Sir,” I say crisply, as I turn back towards the door.

“You shall be going nowhere, Miss Granger.” Snape is looking oh so amused by this whole ordeal. Damn him! “You have detention!”

Sigh before sulking over to the chair. I give one last glance back at Snape, hoping that this is all one sorry joke. He nods his head at the desk and I realise that his indeed serious. After sliding into the seat I spend some time fiddling with the quill, and then smoothing out the parchment. No, he still hasn’t made a move, still standing directly behind me, glaring over my shoulder. Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!

Dip quill into bottle of ink and begin to head up parchment:

Inadequac…

Yet, before I have even finished the first word Snape’s fingers are in my hair, brushing it over one shoulder. Allow my eyes to slip shut, taking in the sensations of his fingers lightly brushing over my neck. Now that’s better!

“Miss Granger, you are not working!” he snaps, withdrawing his fingers.

Ah, so that’s the game…pity I ot pot privy to the rules. Never mind, I am after all a quick learner. Dip quill back into ink and take my time about completing the title. I am rewarded by Snape drawing his fingers along my collarbone, sending delightful shivers down my spine. My writing becomes rather shaky towards the end. Snape tugs at the knot of my tie, loosening it just enough to slide his fingers underneath the collar of my shirt, dipping down to tease the sensitive flesh between my breasts. Ah, now this is more like it!

Take a bloody long time about underlining the heading, revelling in the feel of Snape’s skin against mine again. His lips find my neck, teasing at my skin with soft kisses punctuated with perfectly placed nips. Can already feel my panties growing damp. Oh, who am I kidding? Their soaked!

“I believe three underscores is plenty, Miss Granger,” he growls in my ear. Fuck. Fine.

What better way to start an essay then by repeating the question? That should give me another couple of minutes. As I continue to draw the quill across the parchment Snape slowly unbuttons my shirt, his fingers dancing over my exposed skin as his mouth continues its assault on my neck. As my shirt falls completely open, his hands slide back up my torso, brushing over my breasts to cup them through the material of my bra. Ah, heavenly…

“Miss Granger,” he snaps angrily in my ear, completely withdrawing his hands, “you aegleeglecting your work!”

Look down at parchment – there is now a rather large blob of ink blotting the page, emanating from my redundant quill. Oops! Right, I can do this, I can keep writing while he’s…ohhhhh! Snape has slid between the desk and myself, now on his knees before me and is kissing his way down my bare stomach heading in a delightfully southerly direction. He reaches the waistband of my skirt, then pauses for a moment.

“I don’t hear your quill, Miss Granger!”

Snape waits for a few more moments as I begin to scratch Merlin only knows what onto the page before me. Obviously satisfied that I am still working, his hands slip up under my skirt, gently pushing my knees apart. I let out a sigh of contentment as those deliciously long fingers glide up my inner thighs to tug the crotch of my panties to one side. As he does so I feel the very lightest brush against my folds.

“Professor!” I gasp.

He pulls back. “Problem, Miss Granger?” he enquires nastily. “Surely you can manage such a simple task as writing an essay, no?”

“Fuck you,” I hiss, picking up my dropped quill once more.

“Indeed.” Snape gives me a triumphant smirk befoetureturning to his place. Thankfully he gets straight to the point this time, burying his face between my legs, nudging at my folds with that perfectly large nose. Fuck the essay. Begin to just draw squiggles across the page, allowing my eyes to slip shut. His tongue darts out and laps at my moist core. Fuck, fuck, fuck YES!

This won’t take long, I am so close now. Who would’ve thought a week of abstinence could seem like a lifetime? Who cares? Right now mind is completely immersed in the velvety sensations emanating from my clit – yes, the man definitely appears to know his way around! Can’t help but squirm in my seat as I draw closer and closer to my goal… Gods, Snape appears to read my mind, sliding first one and then a second finger inside me in long, languid strokes.

“So close!” I gasp, all but sliding from the chair.

There is a sharp rap on doo door. FUCK!

“Just ignore it,” Snape instructs me. Try to, really do, but the knocking gets more insistent and the thought that it may be Dumbledore really isn’t helping me concentrate!

“Severus?”

Hang on, not Dumbledore. I recognise that voice – almost as sarcastic as Snape’s own, yet with a more distinctive air about it. Though not as silky, in fact damn near grating…

One single profanity escapes Snape’s mouth as he quickly draws back from me, his fingers whipped back as if he’s been burnt.

“Get dressed, you silly girl!” he hisses at me, climbing to his feet.

Quickly button my shirt, grasping at my memory to place that voice. Not from Hogwarts…

Ah, crap. Mind seems to have taken a wee leave of absence around the time that Snape’s nose met my slick folds. Fuc
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“Severus? I have important issues to discuss with you!”

Damn, damn, who is it? Straighten tie hastily.

“Play stupid,” Snape growls at me, striding towards the door. He turns back to me as an afterthought and adds, “Not that you will find that difficult…”

How dare he! Would send back something just as equally insulting but he has pulled the door open.

“Lucius,” Snape greets the man crisply.

“Severus. Ah, I see you have…company?” Ick! Malfoy Senior looks at me down his nose is utter disgust. Well, feeling’s mutual, darling…

“Miss Granger was just leaving.” This is said with a deliberate scowl in my direction.

Ha! I am not leaving that easily! And besides, Lucius Malfoy might be an arsehole, but I am still utterly frustrated and I sure the man has some use.

“I don’t believe I have finished my essay, Professor,” I reply with a smirk. “I’m sure Mr Malfoy wouldn’t mind…uh…helping us out?”

Well, if looks could kill I’d be 6 foot under pushing up daises now.

“I have no idea what you are playing at, Miss Granger, but you are well out of your depth,” Snape drawls at me quite calmly, but I can see that look in his eye. The one that says I am going to pay dearly for this later. The one that tells me these are not the rules to his game. “You are dismissed.”

Though am feeling somewhat terrified under Malfoy’s scrutinising glare and Snape’s dagger eyes, still manage to shrug nonchalantly and get to my feet.

Snape wanders over to the desk and picks up the parchment.

“Not your best work, Miss Granger. Appears you were somewhat…distracted?”

Bastard!

“I suggest you finish up in your room. I believe you can manage without my assistance, hm?”

Bastard, Bastard, BASTARD! No I can’t! And trust me, have spent the last week trying! BASTARD!

Thought comes to mind. Quickly grab up parchment and scurry towards the door. Just as I am leaving I shoot back over my shoulder “Well, appears you are of no use to me, I guess I will just have to finish it myself. Or perhaps Professor Lupin could be of assistance?”

Really shouldn’t have taken that moment to look at his face before slamming the door. Potions on Monday is going to be hell!

Ah, fuck that. Right now there are more important issues to deal with – like the fact that I’m as horny as Fluffy in the mating season and just about as dangerous. I pity any blighter who gets in my way between here and Lupin’s office!

Looks like I’ve got myself yet another directive from my hormonal HQ –
Mission 2: Get Hermione Laid Again!