The Bet

WARNING: THIS IS A NC-17 FIC. IF THE THOUGHT OF A STUDENT/TEACHER
SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE DO NO READ.

A/N: This is my first HP fic, soI wrI wrote something wrong, please forgive. This fic
has not been beta read either, anyone interested? So once again, please forgive
any misspelling, punctuation, run on sentences, etc. Please read and review,
Constructive criticism is welcomed; any and all flames will be used to burn my
trash.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HP UNIVERSE OR ANY OF IT’S CHARACTERS. A
LOVELY LADY BY THE NAME OF JK ROWLING IS ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER.
I’m just borrowing it for my secret evil plan, hehe! *__*

Summary: A song fic of sorts. Hermione loses a bet to Draco and now she has
got to be BAD…..with Hogwarts’ dungeon resident.

First, so that there is no confusion: (*) signifies Hermione singing, (‘) signifies the
character’s thoughts. Hopefully this will prevent some confusion.

~*~*~*~

The Bet 1/2

The lowdown: Takes place in the gangs final year at Hogwarts. Voldemort has been
defeated. Draco Malfoy, right before the start of his sixth year, turns to the light. After
countlessly proving his loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix, Draco is accepted into the
Golden Trio, thereinafter dubbed the Golden Quartet. Harry Potter, after his fifth year,
no longer resides with the Dursley’s, and will become, as per Sirius Black’s will, the
proprietor of number 12 Grimmauld Place on his 18th birthday; the Noble and Most
Ancient House of Black still open to the Order, of course.

It’s permanent resident other than Harry, is Remus Lupin, his other Godfather. Its’
summer and holiday residents since the end of their fifth year: Ronald Weasley and
Hermione Granger; Draco Malfoy, joining them at a later date. Holiday residents: The
Weasleys, Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, under the guise of the ever so
insistent Headmaster. Dobby its’ one and only housekeeper…with pay naturally.

In a fit of fury, the portrait of Mrs. Black was blasted by none other than the potions
master himself, and replaced by, in his opinion, another annoying portrait….the Golden
Quartet.

~*~*~*~

A boy with grey eyes steps into the Three Broomsticks, glances around, and
then makes his way up to a corner table, nodding to a man with blue eyes he says, “All is set.”

“Excellent. Consequences remain the same,” the man asks.

“Of course,” the boy replies as he steps away to take his seat.

~*~*~*~

“Show time Granger,” drawled Draco Malfoy as he looked down at his wrist watch.

Rolling her eyes, she asks in her most whining voice, “Do I really have to do this, Malfoy?”

“We shook on it, Hermione. We sealed the deal. We made a bet. We….”

“I know, I know. I get the picture,” she snaps at the Slytherin prince.

Turning to Harry and Ron, “Guys?”, she pleadingly says to them.

“What”, they both innocently answer simultaneously.

“A little help here please! I’m about to make a complete arse of myself…what the bloody hell to you mean what!”

“A bet is a bet Hermione….sorry,” answers Harry in a not so I feel sorry for you voice.

Hermione looks to Ron, “Ron?”

“Sorry, sweet, but you should’ve known better than to gamble with the bouncing ferret.”

“Hey, you red weasel,” Draco snaps as he throws Ron a crisp.

“Suck it up you fairy ferret,” retorts Ron as he too throws a crisp at Draco.

Harry starts to laugh as both Draco and Ron go at their fifth row of the day. Hermione watches speechless as…..Ron turns bright red with anger, Draco goes paler than normal, spittle soon begins to fly, and Harry snorts butterbeer out his nose.

“Merlin help me,” she says as she thumps her head on the table.

~FLASHBACK~

”Yessss,” yells Ronald Weasley as he jumps up off his wing backed chair and pumps his fist into the air. “Another win! Woohoooo!”

“Get over yourself Weasley! I let you win”, Draco hollers at him as he resets the chess
board; his pieces grumbling as they magically put themselves back together.

“Whatever makes you happy Malfoy. That’s two games already,” he says shoving two of
his fingers into Draco’s face.

Swatting Ron’s annoying hand away, he responds, “Fine. I don’t want to play with you anymore. I want to play someone else.”

Scanning his and Hermione’s head boy and girl common room, he sees her sitting by the window, immersed in a book and oblivious to the wizarding world.

“Oi, Granger, how about a game?”

Snapping out of her little world she looks up into the hopeful face of Draco Malfoy, “Game of what, Draco? What are you talking about?”

“Wizard chess. Come on. It will be fun,” he says waving her over to the seat Ron had just vacated.

“Yeah Hermione. Come on. I beat him,” Ron exclaims.

“Ron, you beat everyone”, she remarks.

“Too right, love, but…. hey, even Harry can beat him.”

“Hey, what’s that suppose to mean?” snaps Harry as he takes a bite of his chocolate frog. “I’m not that bad of a chess player.”

Completely ignoring the boy who lived, Draco puts on his most innocent face and asks,
“Please Hermione? Pretty, pretty please.”

“No, Draco. I don’t like chess, and besides I’m not very good at it.”

“Well, neither am I, come on.”

“No,” she answers.

“Okay. How about we make this interesting? I promise to make it worth your while.”

‘Mmmm, interesting. Wizard’s chess interesting? How?’, Hermione thought to herself.

“How”, she asks.

“Nope, you have to agree to play first?”

Rolling her eyes and turning back to her book, she contemplates her decision.

‘How could Draco make chess interesting? What? Does he make the pieces sing and dance?’

Her curiosity winning over, she says, “Okay”, and walks over to the empty seat in front of him.

“This better be good, Malfoy, or so help me Merlin,” she hisses.

“Trust me,” he says flashing her his pearly whites.

Once again rolling her eyes she says, “Alright already. What gives?”

“Okay, okay. We place a bet.”

“A bet? Draco you know gambling is not allowed in Hogwarts”, she states in her know-it-all voice.

“Not money, Hermione,” he drawls sarcastically. “The loser does what ever the winner
says, and to make sure the loser comes through we seal the deal with a wizard’s hand
shake.”

Sitting in silence for a moment, she ponders the wager.

‘Loser does what the winner says? Mmm, the possibilities. Maybe I can finally get him to free his house elves, or to spend more time studying and less time playing quidditch, or maybe I can finally humiliate him to get him back for all those times he called me mudblood. Although I have forgiven him for that, and he has become one of my closest friends, but…..revenge is sweet’.

Extending her right hand out to him and smiling evilly, she says, “Deal.”


~END FLASHBACK~


Raising her head, she notices that both Draco and Ron have called a seize fire and have
resumed their consumption of crisps and butterbeer.

Turning to look at Harry Potter, he shrugs his shoulders, and repeating himself he says,
“Sorry ‘Mione, a deal is a deal.”

“Yeah…I know. I shoulda known better than to trust a Slytherin,” she pronounces as she
glares at Draco.

“Oooohhh, I’m wounded,” replies Draco as he places his hands over his heart and
throws his head back dramatically.

Rolling her eyes, taking a deep breath, and summoning her Gryffindor courage,
Hermione gets up off her seat, takes one last sip of her butterbeer and walks over to the corner table where to her it seems the whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s staff have assembled. She quickly assess Professor Snape’s position.

‘Good, corner seat, back against the wall, suffienct space between himself and the table, plenty of room to hightail it if need be. Lupin to his extreme far right, Trelawney opposite to him….Trelawney?! Wow, the old hermit crab must really have it bad for Snape if she crawled out of her hole to come out into the public? Guess the rumors are true. Look at her all doe eyed and lovey dovey attempting to make conversation with the great bat.

Ahh, forget her Granger, you’re getting side tracked. Where was I…oh, yeah Dumbledore, McGonagall, Vector, Sprout, Flitwick, Hooch and Rosmerta taking orders. Ooookay. Alright Hermione, here goes nothing. Just do what you have to and be gone.’

~*~*~*

“Severus, I must tell you that this morning gazing into my crystal ball I foresaw the events of tonight’s evening,” Trelawney cooed in her wispy voice.

‘Merlin’s balls, who the hell inviting this…thing, and why the hell does she keep scooting her chair over to me’.

Bringing her chair a bit closer to Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts’ most notorious potions master, Professor Trelawney continued with her revelation, “Tonight…Severus,” she exclaims dramatically waving her arms around.

“Tonight that which you most desire will become yours, and that which you most desire, will also have which they most desire,” she whispers to Snape in what can only be conceived at her attempts at an erotic voice.

Visibly shuttering, Professor Snape scowls at her, gathers his bearings and then with all the arrogance of Mr. Darcy gets up off his seat, but before he could even take a step, he spots Hermione Granger making her way to their table, and a b-line straight to him.

“Merlin’s beard,” the war hero muttered to himself as he ungracefully plopped back down
into his seat.

‘Little siren! She’s heading this way! What the devil could she want? Hasn’t
she the slightest idea what she does to me? Merlin help me I can’t even stay away from her presence, and this summer proved it when the old fool observed my extended stay at Grimmauld Place. I was cautious, dammit, so vigilant that not even Molly was aware of my being present. No, but old blue eyes knew, that insistent twinkling when he conveyed to me, “Severus, she is of age, my boy.” What the bloody hell was that suppose to mean?” Honestly, I understood his meaning. I was disturbed. FUCK!! I was so alert, but I couldn’t help myself. I still can’t help myself. I’m obsessed with her…an unhealthy obsession. I’ve not been able to rid her from my mind, not since the day of the final battle…when she looked into my eyes, thanked me for saving all of their lives and had then given me the most affectionate hug that I had ever received from any willing woman. That was seven months ago, and since then, she is constantly on my mind, in my dreams and all around me. What I feel for her is so strong. I dare not admit it is love, although I have a sneaking suspicion that it could be. Look at her, so pure, so innocent. The most brilliant witch that Hogwarts has seen since Rowena Ravenclaw. Can one NOT fall in love with her? I imagine everyone at Hogwarts is just a little bit in love with her, but she’s mine. My Hermione…my possession. FUCK!!! This is unhealthy Severus. For her own good I must keep my distance. She must keep her
distance, damn woman! I don’t know how much more I can bare. My desires for her grow more persistent each day. I fear I will not be able to control my cravings for her if I don’t put a considerable amount of distance between us. I’ve tried everything. I take points, snap, sneer, mock and the little chit just comes back for more. What…’

“Professor Snape”, Hermione called to him, unknowingly pulling him out of his thoughts.
She steps around a bewildered Professor Trelawney to stand in front of him.

“Sir…”

“Yes, Miss Granger. I heard you the first time,” he sneered.

Lifting his head up to look into her honey colored eyes he says, “I do believe,” he continued in a scornful manner, ‘Gods, girl must you smell so appetizing?’ that my office hours are Mondays and Wednesdays from 4 to 6 p.m. Surely any question or should I say questions,” he mocked, “can wait till then. Unfortunately, I fear even so I will not be able to accommodate any of your queries,” he said with a tone of finality.

“Now,” he resumed as he waved his hand in a dismissive manner, “off with your know-it-all self,” he said as he attempted to take a sip of his firewhiskey.

‘Bloody smug bastard, as if I enjoy his presence. If I hadn’t lost this bet, Draco would be the one making a fool of himself. Oooohhhh, how I wanted to see Trelawney’s face as Draco professed his love for her in the great hall. Why is she looking at me that way? Aaaahhhh!!! Come on Granger, time to put on the charm’.

“Actually, professor,” Hermione whispered seductively, before reaching out and taking his firewhiskey.

Without breaking eye contact she sipped from his glass and as she placed his tumbler on the table, the thumping rhythm of music began to play for all of the Three Broomsticks to hear.

*Oh, I, I, I, I wanna be bad with you baby,
I, I, I, I, I wanna be bad with you baby*

Hermione crooned as she started to undo her robe.

“Miss Granger,” Professor Snape thundered, but he was unsuccessful in continuing his tirade.

“Shhh,” Hermione said, as she gently placed her index finger on his lips.

‘Oh, soft. Who would’ve known’.

She continued to sing.

*Do you understand what I need, need from you*

She sang as she swayed her hips and proceeded to slowly undo her robe to reveal her school uniform. As part of her dues, she was required to wear her Hogwarts uniform.

*Just let me be the girl to show you, you.
Everything that she can be is everything that I can be*

Hermione had already completely taken off her robe, had let it slip down to the wooden, scuffed floor, while simutanesly starting on the buttons of her blouse. She was beginning to undo the fourth button when Snape roared, “Fifty points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger and if you continue this most inappropriate behavior you will serve detention with Filch for the remainder of the year.”

Professor Snape looked to his colleagues for assistance, but to no avail. They all continued to drink and socialize as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for Professor Trelawney who looked upon Hermione with a look of astonishment upon her face.

‘Is that jealousy I see in her bug eyes’, Hermione thought to herself.

*I wanna be, my turn. Let me let you know that I, I can, promise that I won’t do that. So boy, say the time and place cuz you make me wanna misbehave. I wanna be bad*

Hermione sang the last verse a bit higher as she tore the remainder of her blouse open to expose the emerald lace bra that left nothing to the imagination.

Throwing her blouse to Professor Trelawney, Hermione stepped out to Snape’s left and made her way around his chair, seductively swaying her hips from side to side, purposely bumping Trelawney’s shoulder with her hip, and all the while running her hand up his arm to his shoulder, and into his hair before coming to a stop directly behind him.

‘Soft, not greasy. Mmm, it feels nice’.

She then ran her other hand through his hair.

*You make bad look so good. I’ve got things on my mind, I never thought I would. I, I wanna be bad, you make bad look so good*

She leaned down towards his left hear, licked around the shell and looked directly at Trelawney.

*I’m losing all my cool. I’m about to break the rules. I, I wanna be bad*

After blowing a kiss to Trelawney, Hermione came around to once again stand before
Snape as she started to unzip her skirt.

*I wanna be bad with you baby*

Her skirt hit the floor.

“Ms. Granger,” Trelawney squeaked outrageously.

“Don’t worry, Professor Trelawney,” Hermione cooed. “You’ll get your chance when I’m done.”

Outraged at Hermione’s response, the seer remained speechless.

Professor Snape shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and hissed, “Miss Granger…I’m warning you. Do not tempt me. I promise you…you might not like the end results. Once again, stop this improper behavior.”

He again looked over to his colleagues, and this time Hermione did have every single one of their attention. In fact, she had the whole of the Three Broomsticks’ attention, but not one of them seemed to see her behavior indecent. Trelawney being the exception.

‘If looks could kill one of us would be dead by now’, thought Professor Snape.

Professor Trelawney was looking at both he and Hermione, with a death glare to make Voldemort proud.

‘Is that jealousy I detect in her fierce look? Dear God, the rumors are true’, Severus thought to himself as he once again shutters in disgust.

*I, I, I, I, I wanna be bad with you baby*

Hermione’s erotically swaying hips bring him out of his thoughts, and replace his disgust with lust. hypnhypnotically watches as she turns around to present him with the matching emerald lace thong. Tossing her head over her right shoulder, she smiles, reaches up and pulls the hair pin holding the mass of honey colored tresses, allowing them to tumble down her back, ending just at the start of the curve of her bum, making Professor Snape’s eyes follow the water fall of silky curls. He stares transfixed, with his mouth gaping at Hermione’s firm, round ass.

‘Little chit…I can’t believe she’s doing this me. I can’t breath. I can’t think. For Merlin’s sake, I helped the bloody-boy-who-lived-to-be-a-pain-in-my-arse to defeat Voldemort. I am a war hero, Order of Merlin first class. I’m one of the most powerful wizards of my generation. She’s harmless. How can she have this much power over me? Little Vixen doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into by tempting me this way’.

‘Take her Severus, take her now,’ the death eater within him emerged and taunted.

‘No, I can’t. I won’t. I won’t take her… not like this.’

‘She’s tempting you Severus. Look at her lush body. She wants you to take her. How much more can you take?’ the death eater continued to mock.

‘Enough!’ Severus snaps at the death eater and then mentally shakes his head to clear
the fog of desire.

‘Wow!! It is possible to render him speechless. Look at him…priceless. I’m starting to
really like this’, Hermione thought to herself as she reached behind to undo her bra.

Encouraged she shook her butt, bringing Severus out of his spellbind.

Professor Snape swiftly reached out, grabbed her right arm and forcefully swung her
around to face him, resulting in a) her bra straps coming down to her elbows and, b) bringing him face to face with her white, milky breasts.

He gasped, and released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, which in turn caused Hermione’s nipples to harden.

Snape groaned as he took in the sight of her taut nipples. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, opening them, he hoarsely said to her, “I’m warning you one last time, MISS GRANGER! Temptation is not to be fooled with, especially with someone like myself. You exa exactly what I use to be. You are playing with fire, further stoking and I shall have to brand YOUR. PRETTY. LITTLE. ARSE!”

Taking his threat lightly, Hermione let her bra slip the rest of the way down to her hands. Turning to look at Trelawney, she flung the lacy object over to her, “Hold this please? You don’t mind do you”, she asked Professor Trelawney, who still continued to stare murderously.

Turning back to look at Snape, she promptly straddled his lap.

*What’s up?*

‘Well, we most certainly know what is up’, Hermione thought as she started to grind and rotate her hips into his, her breast swaying slightly.

‘Merlin, I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. I can’t believe I’m turning the great bat on. I’m soaked. I wonder if he could smell my arousal. I can’.

Snape could smell her heady scent, penetrating his delicate senses.

‘She wants Sev Severus. Smell her sweet nectar,’ the death eater boasted.

‘The siren desires you as much as you desire her Severus. She is wet for you, her scent is getting stronger. No doubts now Severus…but since when have you ever needed a reason to take whatever you wanted? Take her!’

*Tell me what to do, how to be, teach me.
All your rules from A to Z*

Leaning her chest into his and placing her lips dangerously close to his, she looked over to Trelawney.

*But I, don’t wantcha other girl to see that
you’re messin’ around with me*

Professor Trelawney quickly got up off her seat and stormed her way out of the Three Broomsticks muttering incoherently under her breath.

*Should I flaunt?*

Hermione carried on with her singing as she slid backwards down Snape’s never ending legs. He unknowingly muttered audibly, “Hermione, please. I can’t take much more of this torture.”

*Tell you what I got is what ya want. Tell, tell me do I,
I turn you on, I don’t want no one judging me*

Hermione intoned as she slipped her thumbs into her panties and started to slide them down over her curvaceous hips.

*I wanna be bad*

‘Did he just call me Hermione?’

“I warned you little temptress,” Snape panted as he recklessly stood up from his
chair, and viciously grabbed Hermione, his arms coming around her slender waist, palms flat on the small of her back to better pull her into his body.

She gasped, loudly, shocked. Hermione could feel his erection grazing her stomach.

“Don’t act so surprised my dear,” he said as one of his hands made its way down to her bottom to give it a not so gentle squeeze.

Slowly said hand made its way back up over her waist, up her spine; leaving a visible trail of goose bumps on her back, to tangle itself into her hair.

Hermione whimpered when he grasped a mass of her mane to pull her head back, bringing her face up to his, “I’m done cautioning you, my little vixen,” he said as he gave her and evil grin.

“I told you. DO. NOT. TEMPT. ME,” he whispered to her as he slowly licked her full, bottom lip.

‘Now Severus. She’s yours to possess, to dominate. Take her, NOW!, the death eater within screamed at him.

“Rota,”ta,” the potions master called out without taking his eyes off of Hermione’s.

“Number 8 Severus. Up the stairs and two lefts,” she answered with a knowing smile on her face.

‘Wait, stop. This wasn’t suppose to happen. I was only going to sing, dance, strip, be done and out of here and then be off to my warm bed waiting for me back at my head girl room.’

Severus Snape nodded once to acknowledge Rosmerta.

Hermione, just now understanding the severity of her predicament, pleaded to Snape, “Wait professor. Please. You don’t understand.”

Snape grinned, “No, darling. It’s you who didn’t understand. You deliberately continued to stoke the fire, and now your MINE,” he growled as he threw her over his left shoulder, turned on his heel and made his way up the stairs as his ever present, black robe elegantly, billowed all around him.

TBC