To Covet and Consume
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
17,613
Reviews:
87
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Senses
Disclaimer: Not Mine, but I wish he was, all characters are JKR\'s. Lucky, Lucky woman!
It\'s short, sorry.
Hope you enjoy anyways.
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As I wake up I feel that for once in my dark life I am completely ready to face the day. I spent the remainder of my waking moments contemplating just how to break the ‘immunity’ my pet seems to have built. I came up with quite a few imaginative ideas; each of them ranging from pathetic, and dare I say fluffy, terms of endearment to a set up so dark and deadly my Death Eater peers would be proud. I know Miss Granger would find fluffy declarations completely unappealing coming out of a deceitful mouth such as mine so I crumpled that possibility and moved on to the next. I also realize that my payment would not enjoy being attacked, blindfolded, and taken forcefully against a dungeon wall; that is not the way to get under a possible Gryffindor virgin’s skin whether she may be attracted to you or not. But, being who I am, I do place that scenario in my desk drawer for further reference. In the end I decided to tear a page out of my infamous first year speech. I plan on ensnaring Hermione Granger’s senses.
I did ponder putting my plan into action at breakfast, and toying with her throughout the day, but concluded it may bring about much undo attention towards myself. I have decided to wait until tonight when we are alone together, and hopefully will remain undisturbed.
I watch her slyly throughout breakfast, artfully during lunch, lavishly throughout class, and wolfishly during dinner. I allowed her to catch me once at each interval. During her third period class with me I told her I would not be ready for her arrival until later that evening, nine o’clock to be exact. She nodded timidly and exited my room almost as if a troll was on her heals.
After dinner I head to my rooms to prepare myself to ensure I ensnare the two S’s of her senses; her sight and smell. I shower, this time for no reason other than my goal in mind. I thoroughly wash, condition, and comb my hair. This leaves it in my usual style, but much softer and more aesthetically pleasing than usual. I then forgo my usual attire and choose only black dress pants, boots, belt, and a charmed white dress shirt. These two outward changes would have drawn too much attention if I had done this at the beginning of the day.
I stand in front of my mirror admiring myself vainly as much as a crooked-nosed old bastard can. I am not naïve enough to think these changes will bring my pet to her knees, though if it did I would prefer myself seated, pants around my ankles and she before me; but Miss Granger should appreciate the changes on a much milder level.
I ascend the stairs to my office and check the time; 8:45.
I take the extra fifteen minutes to lock my fireplace to any unwanted guests, Lucius and faculty included.
I enter my classroom just as her knock fills the terribly unventilated air. I throw a sandalwood scented air-purifying charm up at the ceiling before for calling out, “Come in.”
“Good evening, sir.” She chirps as she enters my domain.
“That it is, Miss Granger. That it is.” I reply extraordinarily smoothly, allowing my voice to entrap her hearing.
She stares at me, genuinely shocked by my agreement. I then notice as she takes in the sight of my hair; her only outward response is to quirk her head softly to the left. This small motion I find endearing as it sends her silken curls cascading over her shoulder.
“I would recommend, Miss Granger, that you pull up your hair,” I stop, having not realized how much effort it would take for me not to insult the beauty of it. “Because I have a list of potions I need completed before you leave tonight.” I flick my wrist to the board and the list appears. “If you complete them all in a timely fashion I would like you to start the base for the Destroien Sawol Potion. This is a potion I am attempting to perfect, one of which we will be toying with and testing this weekend.”
My last comment brings an eager smile to her face and lights up those eyes. “Of course, sir. May I brew a few of these potions at once to conserve our time?”
“If you believe you can handle it,” I nod amicably. “But I must warn you I will not be at all forgiving if you make a mistake or ruin any of my ingredients.”
She nods with a confident grin. “I understand, Professor!”
“Then get on with it girl!” I growl teasingly, which I notice shocks her again, but in the end I am reward with a grin similar to the one I received after my apology in the astronomy tower.
She prepares each of three cauldrons cautiously; double-checking each preheating temperature before heading to my stores to collect the necessary ingredients. As of right now I am quite comfortable in her ability to complete all of the potions. I turn my mind to the rest of today’s assignments that unfortunately need my attention.
Sadly, I must correct these literary abominations my third years call essays because I put them off yesterday as I created this plan that I am strategically putting into action.
I raise my eyes to her one last time; she is preparing dung beetle shells. Then I turn my eyes back to the first of twelve parchments that are in need of my attention.
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Sorry about the length of this one... I promise the next two chapters will be atleast double the length or more, chapter 14 is almost completely written then I just need to send it off to my Beta Amber for her seal of approval then you guys get it...
Just though I should mention that it has been scientifically proven the reviews make all us screwed up fanfiction writers write faster... send me one and see for yourself :) Thanks again to all that reviewed my last chapter.
Ms Figgs Daddy Dearest is also an awesome read if you are looking for something. I can\'t believe how quickly she writes and how damn well! I wish I was half as talented as that women. Give all her stuff a read. It is always worth your time!
Her work is at www.theburningpen.com
She updates atleast a chapter a day. So you all know I have punished myself though. I want to get 14 and 15 out to you all so I am not allowing myself to read her newest chapters of \'daddy dearest\' until I send both off to Amber. And trust me... that is pure torture!
I think I am going to make more attempts on my 14th chapter so hopefully I post soon!
It\'s short, sorry.
Hope you enjoy anyways.
****************************************************************************
As I wake up I feel that for once in my dark life I am completely ready to face the day. I spent the remainder of my waking moments contemplating just how to break the ‘immunity’ my pet seems to have built. I came up with quite a few imaginative ideas; each of them ranging from pathetic, and dare I say fluffy, terms of endearment to a set up so dark and deadly my Death Eater peers would be proud. I know Miss Granger would find fluffy declarations completely unappealing coming out of a deceitful mouth such as mine so I crumpled that possibility and moved on to the next. I also realize that my payment would not enjoy being attacked, blindfolded, and taken forcefully against a dungeon wall; that is not the way to get under a possible Gryffindor virgin’s skin whether she may be attracted to you or not. But, being who I am, I do place that scenario in my desk drawer for further reference. In the end I decided to tear a page out of my infamous first year speech. I plan on ensnaring Hermione Granger’s senses.
I did ponder putting my plan into action at breakfast, and toying with her throughout the day, but concluded it may bring about much undo attention towards myself. I have decided to wait until tonight when we are alone together, and hopefully will remain undisturbed.
I watch her slyly throughout breakfast, artfully during lunch, lavishly throughout class, and wolfishly during dinner. I allowed her to catch me once at each interval. During her third period class with me I told her I would not be ready for her arrival until later that evening, nine o’clock to be exact. She nodded timidly and exited my room almost as if a troll was on her heals.
After dinner I head to my rooms to prepare myself to ensure I ensnare the two S’s of her senses; her sight and smell. I shower, this time for no reason other than my goal in mind. I thoroughly wash, condition, and comb my hair. This leaves it in my usual style, but much softer and more aesthetically pleasing than usual. I then forgo my usual attire and choose only black dress pants, boots, belt, and a charmed white dress shirt. These two outward changes would have drawn too much attention if I had done this at the beginning of the day.
I stand in front of my mirror admiring myself vainly as much as a crooked-nosed old bastard can. I am not naïve enough to think these changes will bring my pet to her knees, though if it did I would prefer myself seated, pants around my ankles and she before me; but Miss Granger should appreciate the changes on a much milder level.
I ascend the stairs to my office and check the time; 8:45.
I take the extra fifteen minutes to lock my fireplace to any unwanted guests, Lucius and faculty included.
I enter my classroom just as her knock fills the terribly unventilated air. I throw a sandalwood scented air-purifying charm up at the ceiling before for calling out, “Come in.”
“Good evening, sir.” She chirps as she enters my domain.
“That it is, Miss Granger. That it is.” I reply extraordinarily smoothly, allowing my voice to entrap her hearing.
She stares at me, genuinely shocked by my agreement. I then notice as she takes in the sight of my hair; her only outward response is to quirk her head softly to the left. This small motion I find endearing as it sends her silken curls cascading over her shoulder.
“I would recommend, Miss Granger, that you pull up your hair,” I stop, having not realized how much effort it would take for me not to insult the beauty of it. “Because I have a list of potions I need completed before you leave tonight.” I flick my wrist to the board and the list appears. “If you complete them all in a timely fashion I would like you to start the base for the Destroien Sawol Potion. This is a potion I am attempting to perfect, one of which we will be toying with and testing this weekend.”
My last comment brings an eager smile to her face and lights up those eyes. “Of course, sir. May I brew a few of these potions at once to conserve our time?”
“If you believe you can handle it,” I nod amicably. “But I must warn you I will not be at all forgiving if you make a mistake or ruin any of my ingredients.”
She nods with a confident grin. “I understand, Professor!”
“Then get on with it girl!” I growl teasingly, which I notice shocks her again, but in the end I am reward with a grin similar to the one I received after my apology in the astronomy tower.
She prepares each of three cauldrons cautiously; double-checking each preheating temperature before heading to my stores to collect the necessary ingredients. As of right now I am quite comfortable in her ability to complete all of the potions. I turn my mind to the rest of today’s assignments that unfortunately need my attention.
Sadly, I must correct these literary abominations my third years call essays because I put them off yesterday as I created this plan that I am strategically putting into action.
I raise my eyes to her one last time; she is preparing dung beetle shells. Then I turn my eyes back to the first of twelve parchments that are in need of my attention.
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Sorry about the length of this one... I promise the next two chapters will be atleast double the length or more, chapter 14 is almost completely written then I just need to send it off to my Beta Amber for her seal of approval then you guys get it...
Just though I should mention that it has been scientifically proven the reviews make all us screwed up fanfiction writers write faster... send me one and see for yourself :) Thanks again to all that reviewed my last chapter.
Ms Figgs Daddy Dearest is also an awesome read if you are looking for something. I can\'t believe how quickly she writes and how damn well! I wish I was half as talented as that women. Give all her stuff a read. It is always worth your time!
Her work is at www.theburningpen.com
She updates atleast a chapter a day. So you all know I have punished myself though. I want to get 14 and 15 out to you all so I am not allowing myself to read her newest chapters of \'daddy dearest\' until I send both off to Amber. And trust me... that is pure torture!
I think I am going to make more attempts on my 14th chapter so hopefully I post soon!