Hermione\'s Revenge

During the next Double Potions class, Severus stormed into the classroom, robes billowing behind him. He took his traditional stance in front of the classroom to take roll when he noticed Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She was looking for something.

“Here boy! Come on Wolfy where are you?” she called. Whistling, she noticed Severus glaring at her.

“What are you doing Miss Granger?”

“I have lost my pet werewolf. Have you seen him?” He stared at her speechless, not even knowing what to say.

“He loves hiding in dark places,” she walked slowly toward him, “Maybe he is in here!” She lifted the back of his robes and stepped under them letting the robes cover her.

The class heard a muffled “Here Wolfy Wolfy!” and was laughing. Snape was turning in circles trying to grab her. She was making an honest effort not to get caught, but she was not fast enough. A long slender hand grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from his robes. He stood her in front of him and glared at her.

She gave him a brilliant smile and whispered, “That was fun. Can we do it again?”

“Get to your seat, NOW!” Hermione went to her seat and smiled, knowing he wasn’t really mad because he would have taken points off if he was.

When class was getting ready to end, she raised her hand. He knew better, but Merlin help him, he acknowledged her.

“Yes Miss Granger.”

“Sir, do you know a good love potion?” The class started laughing and the bell rang. Everyone left along with Hermione, but not before saying, “I have that research ready for you sir. Can I deliver it tonight?” He eyed here suspiciously, forgetting he had asked her to research the Phoenix Tears as a diversion to get her to leave the classroom and he nodded ‘yes.’

~*~*~*~

Later that night, she was knocking on the door, she heard “Enter!” She saw him at his desk grading papers.

“Hello rus.rus.” He looked up and saw her standing there.

“Come in,” he said as he put down his quill.

“I have the research on Phoenix Tears.” She handed it to him and he took it, almost feeling guilty at the request he had made since his mind was on other ‘things.’ Quickly looking over it, he realized that she had organized it and crossed referenced everything in the index.

“Thank you,” his voice showed how impressed he was.

“Have a seat Hermione,” he gestured to the leather chair in front of his desk. “I am sorry about the other day.” She looked at him puzzled. “About Mister Malfoy’s question.”

“Oh,” she said. She had honestly forgotten about it.

“It got me thinking,” the nervousness returned to his voice, “We have gone out two times. I know that they have not been the most romantic dates in history, but I do want you to know that - I am very attracted to you and I need to know if you are -” He was afraid to say “attracted” because he knew his looks were repulsive.

“Seve I a I am attracted to you, too” she said, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. The relief washed over his face.

“I am new to this dating thing and I am just not sure what to do all the time,” he confessed.

“You say that like there are a set of rules that have to be followed,” she giggled, but then her voice became more serious, “Severus, I am new to this too. I am not sure what to do all the time either, but I do know that I want to spend more time with you. It doesn’t have to be going out for dinner, although I love doing that, but we could also spend a quiet evening here at the castle.”

“I would like that,” he said, standing up and moving around to the front of his desk. He took her hand and led her to his private rooms. “Please sit with me,” her requested and they both sat down on the brown leather couch in front of the fireplace. They held hands for a while in silence.

“This is so nice Severus,” she said, moving closer to him, leaning her cheek on his arm.

“I have never been a man of conversation Hermione. This will take some time, but please understand I do want you here. I want you to be a part of my life,” he couldn’t believe he had told her that much, but relaxed when she snuggled closer to him. He decided to go one step further and put his arm around her.

She took his other hand and held it, tracing his fingers, never realizing how big his hands were. His fingers were long and his palm was slightly callused from brewing potions. She felt safe along with feeling comfortable in his arms.

He leaned into her, smelling the scent of her shampoo and rested his head on hers. Her hair was soft and smooth and he realized that she had charmed it so it wasn’t as frizzy as usual. He loved the way she caressed he his hand. No one had ever taken the time to be this gentle with him. She felt so right for him.

“I wish that I could stay longer,” she broke the silence, “but I have to go and make my rounds.” Sitting up and looking at him, she saw that he was smiling.

“I understand. I also need to finish grading papers.” He took her by the hand and led her to the door. “Would you like to do this again?”

“I would love to,” she smiled. He didn’t kiss her but she didn’t care because the time they had just spent together was worth more than a kiss.

~*~*~*~*~

“I know she’s with him! Please get out your invisibility cloak Harry!” pleaded Ron. “We could have so much fun!”

“Doesn’t it bother you that she is with Snape?”

“Naw! It probably should, but in a way, they seem to be right for each other,” cringed Ron.

“It sounds weird, buu’reu’re right. So, why do you want to bother them?”

“Oh come on Harry! It’s always fun to tease a new couple in love! You should see the fun I have had with Bill, Fred, and George.”

“What about Percy?”

“He was always too serious to realize that we were joking with him.”

“Ron, if you stop talking about Snape and love, I will help you.”

“Deal! Go get your cloak!”

An hour later, Hermione was patrolling the halls as a part of her Head Girl duties, unaware that Harry and Ron were following her under the invisibility cloak.

“When is Snape showing up?” whispered Harry.

“I don’t know. Maybe he isn’t showing up at all,” Ron whispered back.

“What?”

“Shhh!”

“You mean we have been following her around for an hour and you don’t even know if -”

“Shhh! Look!”

Harry turned around and saw Snape quietly approaching from behind.

“Miss Granger,” he said in his silky, sexy professor’s voice. “May I have a word with you?” Hermione turned around and smiled while she started walking toward him, past Ron and Harry.

“Trip her up!” whispered Ron and Harry stuck his foot out. At the same time, Ron drew his wand and murmured a charm causing her to fly further than she normally would and landed on Snape causing him to fall flat on his back, taking her with him.

She sat up, straddling him and blushing profusely. “Oh gods, Severus. I - I am sorry. I don’t know what happened.” He raised a finger to his lips and motioned for her to stop talking. Becoming suspicious, he sat up and his eyes searched the hallway, seeing if he could detect who or what caused her to fly into him. He looked back at her and mouthed, “We’ll talk later.” She nodded, understanding him.

“Miss Granger, please get off of me!” he hissed. Hermione climbed off of him.

“I - I’m - sssorry sir!” she squeaked, “I don’t know what happened!”

“Watch where you’re going Miss Granger!” and he left. Harry and Ron froze, trying not to make a sound. Hermione looked around and continued on her rounds a little more cautiously this time.

Harry and Ron headed back to the Gryffindor common room without saying anything. They took off the cloak and found an unoccupied corner.

“Harry, I don’t think they are seeing each other,” said Ron, trying to fix his hair.

“Yes they are,” smiled Harry.

“Did you hear the way he yelled at her?”

“But did you hear what she said when she first landed on him?” Ron shook his head no. “She called him Severus. Since when does Hermione call Snape by his first name?” An evil grin took over Ron’s face.

~*~*~*~

During the next Double Potion’s class, Snape was ready to demonstrate how to brew the potion, but he needed a volunteer to simutaneously add the four required ingredients. Of course the only person who volunteered was Hermione. This made the class very excited and Snape very nervous.

“Okay Miss Granger, it is time to add the ingredients that will activate the potion. You add the first two ingredients and I will add the last two. Wait for my count.” She reached for the jar of spider legs and the vial of frog intestines while he took his two ingredients. “On the count of three, one - two - three.” They added all four ingredients at the same time, successfully producing the potion. Severus breathed a sigh of relief, watching her take her seat. He was sure she had been up to something.

The bell rang and the students filed out. “Miss Granger, may I have a word please?” he growled. She walked up to him with a big smile.

“Yes sir,” she said innocently.

“Thank you for not tampering with the potion today.”

“I know potion brewing is a very serious subject matter and I wouldn’t dream of jepordizing a potion sir,” she said very seriously while a few students were still leaving the classroom. She placed her bookbag over her shoulder and left, but not before drawing her wand and muttered a few charms at his cauldron.

When the door shut behind her, he was relieved another day of teaching was over. He turned to his cauldron to clean up the potion they brewed when he noticed a large chocolate ice cream sundae was sitting where his cauldron used to be. It was identical to the one she had ordered on their first date. He smiled, drawing his wand and changing the ice cream to vanilla before eating part of it.

Hermione and Severus had spent a few more nights in front of his fireplace holding hands, snuggling, and talking. He was already infatuated with her and she was becoming very infatuated with him. They were becoming more comfortable with each other, but careful when out in public, because for some reason, she kept tripping and landing on him. This last time was the final straw.

She had just entered the library, carrying a stack of books to be returned when she tripped over Harry’s foot and flew into Severus, knocking over three bookcases.

“As much as I have fantasized you in this position Hermione, you need to get up,” he whispered. She blushed, realizing her mouth landed on his groin.

“I - um - I am - I -” she stuttered.

“Miss Granger, I believe that you are blushing. After all the torment you have caused in my class, you are finally embarrassed by what has happened,” said a very satisfied Severus. They both heard a muffled giggle and turned in the direction it was coming from, but nobody was there.

“Potter!” he whispered and Hermione agreed.

“I’ll take care of them,” she whispered, climbing off of him and left. He knew she would take care of it, but hoped that he could at least witness it.

The next day when the mail was delivered, Harry and Ron each received a letter reading, “Open in Private!” They tucked their letters away without the other knowing and opened the rest of their mail. Later when each was alone, they pulled out the letters.

To My Sexyt Gryffindor,
I have been in love with you for so long, but I am too shy to tell you in person. I have been to all of your Quidditch matches, watching you ride your broom, demonstrating your talent, hoping you could demonstrate some of your skills on me.

Seeing you in your Quidditch uniform, watching your muscular thighs and tight ass flex with every turn and maneuver makes me so hot. I want to feel you ride me. If you want to meet me, se wse wear part of your Quidditch uniform tomorrow as a signal and I will send you another letter.

With Love,
Your Secret Admirer

Harry and Ron nearly choked reading the letter. They both ran to their closets, looking for a part of their uniform to wear tomorrow.

During mail the next day, they each received another letter and both tucked it away to open later.

This letter said:

To My Sexy Gryffindor,

I was thrilled to see you wearing a part of your uniform. Can you meet me tonight? I will in the North Tower on the top floor at midnight. Use the back stairwell, (Harry’s letter said to use the side stairwell) so as not to get caught by Filch. Wear only your Quidditch robe and nothing else. I will be ready and waiting for you to show me your skills.

With Love,
Your Secret Admirer

Harry and Ron both gleemed with pride as they each pulled out their Quidditch robes without anyone noticing. That night, each took off to the North Tower a little before midnight, wearing only their Quidditch robes. Knocking on the door, they each entered and came face to face with the Head of Slytherin.

Snape was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and glaring. “Mister Potter and Mister Weasley,” he growled. Ron and Harry noticed each other for the first time. “I have been expecting both of you.”

“What?!?” they both cried, realizing Snape was the one who sent the note.

“You couldn’t have!” cried Ron, “It just couldn’t have been you.”

“You are our Professor!” said Harry, making sure his robes were closed.

“I have no idea what you two are talking about, but I was told to be here at midnight if I wanted to catch two Gryffindors out, past crewfew. Fifty points from Gryffindor, each! Let’s go!” hissed Snape, pointing to the door. Harry and Ron silently climbed down the steps and left the tower with Snape following them. Hemrione was hiding around the corner with her wand drawn, conjuring up a nice breeze. Harry and Ron’s robes flew up in the air, exposing their naked bodies to the moon lit night and to Snape.

“You two are pathetic,” he spat, looking the other way. The three walked past the place Hermione was hiding and Snape heard her giggling. He realized she had gotten Harry and Ron back. He nodded to her and continued to escort Harry and Ron into the castle.

~*~*~*~*~*

During the next Double Potion’s class, Snape was returning their reports from last week.

“Miss Granger, may I have a word with you about your homework?” he glared at her while she walked to the front of the room. Her stomach turned because he had not used that tone with her for a while now.

“Yes sir,” she stammered.

“Will you explain your report to me?” Hermione took her scroll and unrolled it to discover someone had tampered with it. “Snape is a sex god!” the title read. The table of contents included: “Snape’s silky voice is the most erotic thing ever!” “The thought of being wrapped naked in Severus’ cape brings me to orgasm! How to get Snape to eat -” She couldn’t finish. Turning around, she looked at Ron and Harry, who were laughing, but Snape noticed Draco laughing too.

“You fucking bastards!” she yelled, drawing her wand and she threw about six different hexes before they knew what happened. The rest of the students ducked out of the way, not wanting to get hit. Snape did nothing except allowing her to finish. When Hermione finally lowered her wand, everybody looked at Ron and Harry to find out how bad they had been hexed.

Harry had three sets of eyes, orange hair, and the body of a pig. Ron had the head of a chicken, five sets of orangutan arms, and regurgitating slugs. The class exploded in laughter looking at the two.

“Clearly you did not know what was on your paper. I am sorry,” Snape apologized. Hermione looked at him, puzzled not knowing what to say. She was embarrassed by what she read and by her actions towards Ron and Harry.

“Professor,” her voice was quiet, “Could I have permission to leave? I just need to um - ”

“Yes, you may go,” he looked at hereingeing the sadness in her eyes. It killed him that he had talked to her like that. He should have known better than to have accused her in front of the class. Looking at Draco again, he noticed a smug grin on his face.

“Mister Longbottom, escort Potter and Weasley to the infirmary at once!” Snape began class as if nothing had happened. The class listened intently to his lecture and brewed their potions without any more incidents. When class ended, he called, “Miss Parvati, please inform Miss Granger that I will be waiting for her in the dungeons after dinner so she can make up her assignment.”

“Yes sir,” she said and left quickly.

~*~*~*~*~

At eight o’clock, Hermione arrived at the dungeons, not sure what to expect. Snape let her in and led her to his private rooms again. Sitting on the couch, she stayed on the one end as he stayed on the other.

He wasn’t sure what to say, but he had to say something. “Hermione, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you of writing those things.”

“Severus, I have never been more embarrassed when I read those words, but when I realized you had honestly thought I wrote them,” she finally looked at him. “I thought you knew me better.”

“Do you know what woman do when they see me? They look away Hermione. When I saw those words, I immediately became defensive, thinking that the truth finally came out and you were just taunting me.”

“Severus, I -”

“I figured you wanting to be with me was too good to be true and it was over.”

“No Severus. I want to be with you. I would never do that to you,” she emphasized, getting up on her knees and moving closer to him.

“I am sorry Hermione. I will never doubt you again,” and he hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back.

Pulling back, she looked into his dark eyes and smiled. He placed a finger on her chin and traced her lips. His hand cradled her neck while he looked into her big brown eyes that were pleading for him to continue, but he just gazed into her.

“Severus,” she whispered, “Are you ever going to kiss me?” His heart almost stopped, hearing her words.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

He lowered his lips to hers, feeling how sand and warm they were. At first he wasn’t sure what to do. Neither one moved. He pulled back, whispering, “I am sorry. I’m not good at this.”

“Neither am I,” she whispered, leaning into him once more, kissing him again. This time his lips melted to hers and a shiver went down his body. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Her head tilted one way and his the other, applying more pressure, feeling the passion rather than the mechanics of the kiss. Her arms slowly draped around his shoulders, wrapping around his back. His lips slowly parted, wanting to take more of her in, but not knowing if it was okay. She answered him by parting her lips and carefully his tongue traced her lips. Leaning further into him, her tongue met his and they began to explore each other’s mouths.

She had never been kissed like this, feeling the energy flooding her body, melting further into his arms. He did not think it was possible to experience complete submission from one kiss, but his body was proving to him that it was, indeed, possible. Pulling her onto his lap, breasts crushing against him, his tongue entered further into her mouth, tasting her. A soft moan escaped from her.

They both pulled back and breathlessly looked at each other. Hermione blushed while he smiled. They kissed again with more confidence this time. She explored his mouth with her tongue, wanting to taste him, all of him. Their hands were caressing each other, pulling each other closer. She felt his passion, something she had only dreamt about. Her body was on fire. A desire was slowly building between her legs that she had never felt before. Pulling back again, she was breathless, looking at him. Hermione knew she was attracted to him, but she suddenly realized she did not want to let him go. It was as if she wanted to claim him for her own.

He looked at her puffy lips, gently placed a kiss on them, and smiled at her. “If this is something that neither one of us is very good at, then I doubt I will survive when we have perfected it,” he teased her.

After a few more kisses, they agreed that they needed to stop. As much as each of them secretly wanted to experience more, they agreed that it was much too soon in their relationship. They went back to his lab so Hermione could work on the assignment she had missed.

“Hermione, I need to share something with you, but I want you to be relaxed when I tell you, okay.”

Hesitantly she agreed.

“I believe that Draco was in on the prank Harry and Ron pulled on you. He was laughing before you even turned to accuse Ron and Harry.”

Hermione just stared at him. “Draco? Do you really think Draco, Harry, and Ron are working together?”

“I’m not sure, but the words written on your paper were definitely Draco’s style, although I wouldn’t put it past Ron. After all he is related to Fred and George,” Severus rolled his eyes at mentioning their names.

“That means the three of them know about us, but how?”

“It doesn’t matter how they found out, but what they are planning to do,” he said.

“Severus, I need to speak with Harry and Ron,” she quickly kissed him good-bye and turnedleavleave.

He grabbed her and pulled her back to him. “No more quick kisses,” he purred, kissing her properly.

Five minutes later, Hermione finally left the dungeons with puffy, swollen lips. She went straight to the infirmary and found Harry and Ron, both still being charmed back to normal.

“What the hell were you two thinking?” she hissed at them.

“Hermione, it was only a joke!” pleaded Harry. Ron could only nod since the slugs were coming up quick.

“What you wrote on my paper was cruel and uncalled for! Do you know how embarrassing it was reading about those lewd acts?”

“Wait,” cringed Ron as another slug came up, “What lewd acts?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me Ronald Weasley!”

“No, seriously Hermione,” said Harry, “We only put on your paper HG loves SS. That’s all!” She looked at the two who were pleading for her to believe them.

“Hermione, we were only trying to have fun, but we would never write anything about lewd acts, especially with Snape.” She looked at Harry and then at Ron, realizing that they were telling the truth.

“Why would you tease me about Professor Snape?” Harry and Ron looked at each other, not wanting to answer the question, but they knew Hermione would not leave without them doing so.

“We know that you and Snape have gotten - um” began Ron.

“Closer,” finished Harry.

She knew she could no longer deny it. “How do you know that?”

“Well, that was the secret reason you were tormenting him, wasn’t it? You had to have been attracted to him to do all of those things to him. We have noticed the way he looks at you too. His eyes follow you everywhere, watching your every move.”

“Then it was Draco Malfoy,” she hissed, “He was laug beg before I even hexed you. He must have gotten to my paper after you two - Oh that little prick is going to pay and pay dearly!”

“I don’t care what you say Hermione, we are helping you!” gurgled Ron.