Confrontation

Potions Class

The next day in Potions class, Snape managed to take the rest of Hermione’s points. He took ten points for her being one minute late and five points for questioning a mark he gave her last essay.

“That’s not fair, Professor,” Hermione said sullenly, crossing her arms and slouching in her seat.

“Whatever gave you the idea this was a democracy, Miss Granger?” he purred at her before launching into a lecture on the properties of moonflower blossoms.

The students hurriedly pulled out their quills and parchment to take notes.

Hermione frowned at him as she took out her quill and parchment. After they talked last night, she expected him to act…well…nicer. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t. After all the wizard didn’t say he wanted to fuck her, but he would fuck her if she wanted him to.

Did that mean he desired her? Or just that he was willing to meet her desire?

Then again, it could have been the cannabis talking and the Professor didn’t mean any of it. Hell, he might not even remember what he said.

Hermione studied the wizard as he paced back and forth, making eye contact with the class, his silky voice filling the quiet classroom. Hermione found herself drifting away to the sound of his voice, imagining how he would sound if he were…

“Miss Granger, are you paying attention?” Snape demanded, standing in front of her desk and scowling down at her. She wasn’t writing anything down. Hermione jumped and looked guilty.

“No, you weren’t,” he said, his eyes glittering at her, “Ten more points from Gryffindor. Hopefully the point loss will help you regain your focus. Now, as I was saying…”

The Professor billowed off. Hermione fought the urge to stick out her tongue at his receding back. She’d never fuck him. He was too much of a bastard to want to give any pleasure to that way. Better she find some wizard her own age to shag.

Shag.

That even sounded unsatisfying. Like something trivial. Frivolous. A kind of game.

Once again she began to drift off, having a waking fantasy about being bent over one of the stools, Professor Snape hanging on to her breasts and driving into her roughly, a snarl of lust on his face as his lank hair swung back and forth from his efforts, the wizard purring obscenities at her.

“Miss Granger!”

Hermione snapped out of it again and looked up at the wizard rather hotly, licking her lips. Snape was caught off-guard for a moment. Lust was written all over the witch’s face before she realized how she was looking at him and blushed deeply. Luckily she sat in the front row and no one else got a good look at her expression directly. The other students could only see her profile, and her curling hair partially hid that.

“Miss Granger,” Snape said, his voice a bit raw despite himself, “Focus…on…the…lecture. You don’t want to end up in detention with me, do you?”

Hermione, still turned on by her waking fantasy, thought about saying, “Yes. Yes I do want to serve detention with you, Professor. All night,” but instead said, “No sir. I don’t.”

Snape’s dark eyes met hers for a moment as if he knew she was lying, but he returned to the lecture again. This time Hermione took notes, forcing herself to stay focused on what he was teaching.

Snape was forcing himself to stay focused as well. He had slipped into her mind before he took her to task the second time and saw what she was fantasizing about. The Potions Master had to pull out of her thoughts quickly, or he would have had an enormous erection. It was bad enough he had tightened. If Hermione hadn’t been so caught up in her fantasy, she would have felt him watching her thoughts. But strong emotion interfered with the mind’s sensitivity to intrusion.

As he returned to his seat, lecture completed, Snape hoped the seed he planted in the randy young witch wouldn’t take too long to grow.

He wanted to give Hermione Granger her fantasy…and then some.

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A/N: Ah…the naughty longing. Gotta love it. Lol. Thanks for reading.