Confrontation

Clarification

"Professor Snape…did you just say you’d have sex with me?” Hermione asked, blinking at him. Everything just became even more unreal.

He looked at her then stretched out his legs and fell back on his elbows and took a deep breath.

“I actually said I would fuck you if you wanted me to. Normally, I wouldn’t have been so direct, but cannabis has the effect of lowering the inhibitions and I really didn’t feel like bothering with all the verbal sidestepping such a conversation generally entails. You are eighteen and not a stupid witch if an aggravating one. You understand the implications of what I’ve said. Since you are the age of consent I am simply treating you as I would any adult witch,” the wizard said, the firelight catching his eyes.

Hermione stared at him, then back at the fire without saying anything. Snape sat back up, picked up the flask, uncapped it and took another small sip. The witch started laughing again, though there was a rather wild look in her eyes.

“I can’t believe this. Professor Snape, are you a lecher? I’m half your age,” she said.

“I’m no more lecherous than you, Miss Granger, since you are interested in me and I am twice your age. Are you trying to tell me you can fantasize about me but it is wrong for me to respond to you? That is distinctly one-sided and unfair, Miss Granger. Extremely unfair,” the Potions Master said.

“I don’t…” Hermione began to lie.

Professor Snape gave her a penetrating look, disapproval on his face, though he was still relaxed.

“Don’t bother, Miss Granger. You are a terrible liar in any case. Besides, I heard your reaction to Lecter’s profiling. If he wasn’t telling the truth about me, you would have protested instead of ran. You never let anyone get away with being wrong if you can help it. Even…teachers. It’s just not your nature,” the wizard.

Hermione fell silent again.

Professor Snape stared up at the sky. There were only a few stars visible because of the full moon, but he liked to contemplate the night sky when he was high. It was so deep, beautiful, eternal. The small lives of men were nothing compared to its constancy. Humans rose and fell like waves lapping at eternity’s shores. Everything was fleeting compared to such…such foreverness. He was just a shallow breath expelled from the mouth of time, a sigh of finite existence fluttering across space doomed to dissipate as if never here.

“Professor Snape,” Hermione said in a small voice, “I know why I am attracted to you, sort of…” she began.

“I know as well. It’s my good looks,” the Professor replied, laughing.

He had a rich, deep laugh. Hermione had never heard it before. But she found she didn’t like hearing it at his own expense. No, Professor Snape wasn’t handsome…or nice for that matter. He didn’t seem like the proper wizard to get hot and bothered over in the middle of the night…but for her…he was.

“You’re…you’re not ugly,” Hermione said softly. The Potions Master sat up frowning a bit.

“Look at me, Miss Granger. Really look at me and try to tell me I am an attractive man,” he said to her.

Hermione did look at him. His lank hair, his pale skin, his dark eyes, large beakish nose, his cruel mouth. No he wasn’t handsome. But his mannerisms, his voice, his presence, his intelligence and yes…even his cold sarcasm and snarkiness were all attributes very attractive to her.

“You are an attractive man, Professor, at least to me,” she responded. “There is more to a person than physical beauty. Besides, your face suits you.”

Snape stared at her for a moment, then he burst into laughter again, covering his eyes with his hand as he chortled. Finally he lowered it and peered at Hermione, his face quite red.

“My face suits me. Always the contrary one, aren’t you Miss Granger?” he asked her, “Always the one looking for the ‘deeper understanding, the deeper meaning.’ I assure you with me, what you see is what you get.”

The Potions Master felt his stomach growl. That was his sign to go. He had the munchies. He stood up and extinguished the fire with a bit of water from the tip of his wand, making sure all the embers were out.

“It is time to go, Miss Granger. The kitchens are calling and I am sure the house elves have a thick slice of chocolate cake stashed there,” the wizard said gathering up his satchel and the burlap bag.

Hermione stared up at him. That was it? That was all he was going to say about this? Wasn’t he…wasn’t he going to at least try to pressure her a little? They were all alone in the woods after all, and she said she found him attractive. Hermione didn’t have much experience with sex, but she thought that the wizard was supposed to make the first move. Maybe Professor Snape didn’t know how to do that…yet she doubted it. He was such a demanding wizard she believed he’d have no problem asking her to fuck him if he wanted her.

Maybe it was because he was her teacher and he felt it would be an abuse of his authority that he hadn’t tried to take it any further. Besides, she didn’t know if she would do it. It’s one thing to fantasize about a man, but another thing to actually act on it. In any event, Professor Snape was leaving and she’d better follow him if she wanted to get out of the forest.

Snape strode ahead, feeling the effects of the potion slowly lifting.

He had planted the seed.

Now to wait to see what grew.

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A/N: hah. No lemons! :::snicker::: Not yet anyway. Thanks for reading.