Deep Down and Dirty Detention . . .

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Disclaimer : I did not create, nor do I own, any of the characters. I just like to Imperio them into doing my will for a bit, obviously, for my own amusement and not to make money.

Many thanks to my beta angelastarcat!!! Thank you very much!!!

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CHAPTER 01 : WHIRLWIND

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Needing time to collect her thoughts, Hermione left the Gryffindor common room well before the appointed time for her detention with Professor Snape. She had been an emotional yo-yo since receiving the detention at the end of his class today.

How dare he, Hermione thought, as she ambled her way towards the dungeons. I did nothing wrong. All I did was sneeze. Next thing I know its, ‘Miss Granger. Eight o’clock. This classroom to serve detention for being disruptive.’

It all happened so quickly, too. I sneezed. Professor Snape’s head whipped around so fast I thought he would have whiplash, and he doled out the detention. Then, just as quickly, he resumed his lecture. I thought I had dreamt it all, that is, until I looked to Harry. He and Ron were alternately glaring at Professor Snape and giving me looks of sympathy.

Well, this is what I wished for. I did think to myself that I needed to get a detention with Professor Snape before I graduated. I guess that old adage is true; ‘Be careful what you wish for, Merlin might just grant it.’

Argh! This is so confusing! My first thought when it happened was, yes! I got my detention! The most delicious sparks of desire flashed all throughout my body. Then the sparks turned quickly to tiny icicles piercing my flesh when I realized that Professor Snape doesn’t know about my feelings for him; which means this will be an actual detention.

Oh, Merlin. What is Professor Snape going to do to me? How will I be punished? Hermione thought, shivering. This makes me both nervous of the unknown and terribly excited from the images the word Punishment brings to mind, Hermione thought as she held back a groan.

For the love of Nimue, get a grip! You’re beginning to sound like Neville! Hermione chastised herself.

“Ah!” Hermione gasped as she realized she was standing in front of the potions classroom door.

How did I get here? Wonderful. I am no better than I was earlier today.

To hell with it all. Hermione fumed at herself for having a case of the nerves.

She dropped her ever-present book bag on the floor and pulled out her wand. I think a few . . . adjustments are in order, Hermione thought with a calculating grin.

Quickly, she performed charms she had seen and heard done a million times by Lavender and the girls. In no time, she had shortened her skirt until it ended shortly below her bottom. To her shirt, she fitted it tighter and undid the top buttons to let “the girls”, as she calls them, have some air.

After all said and done, she closed her robe tight. He may not see what I have on, but it will still make me feel sexy. Merlin knows I need to feel something other than just nervousness, Hermione reflected.

Biting her lower lip, she tentatively knocked on the classroom door.

A curt “Enter” from inside was the only reply to her unspoken request.

“Ah, Miss Granger, so nice of you to grace this detention with your presence,” Professor Snape said in a bored manner. “Had you shown up at the correct time, it would have been better for you.”



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S e v e r u S l a v e N o t e s : Wow! Exciting! I wonder what happens next?! Oh, erm . . . yeah, I guess I’ll go and . . . um, get right on that? :)