The death of a git, the rise of a hero...

"Get away from my door you little brat." Snape murmured silkily as he rounded the hallway and saw Harry knocking on his door. Harry lowered his hand briskly, almost jumping at the sudden appearance of the Professor.

"It's much too early for visitors." Snape added for emphasis.

"I've come to see Hermione." Harry insisted as Snape drew nearer. He noticed Snape looked extremely tired and smelled rather strongly of fire whiskey. He wrinkled his nose in distaste as Snape leaned over, until his face was inches away from Harry's own and his hot breath was upon his face.

"I said. No, Potter."

Harry's light eyes darkened at the words and he stood with his arms crossed furiously. "She's my friend, Professor. She's not your prisoner."

Snape looked around then, looking as if there were spies everywhere. "You may see her later on this evening." he uttered lowly, glaring at the young man. "For now she and I need to have an urgent talk."

Harry didn't answer and instead turned from the door, marching down the hall with his hands clenched at his side. Snape watched bemused at the young man's temper tantrum.

Shaking his dark, glossy head he unlocked and unwarded the door, poking his head in and noting how dark it was. He closed the door behind him, his wand securely in his vest need a case arrive for him to use it.

"Miss Granger?" he called out automatically, then wincing as the name reverberated around the desolate flat he called out. "Hermione?"

He listened with a titled head, for her voice and not hearing anything he went from room to room. His bedroom door was closed, and he assumed that she must still be sleeping and decided to wait for her to awaken so that they may have their talk.

It was sure to be an awkward conversation.

He went to the bathroom -locking the door- and had a quick bath. After a thorough scrubbing of his body and his hair with some nearby soap he stepped out of the tub, toweling himself off and changing into some new robes. He brushed his hair with his long fingers as it dried, and skimmed his teeth with his decrepit toothbrush. When he assumed he looked presentable enough to teach a class he stepped out of the bathroom and held in a gasp.

"Miss Granger." he said surprised, looking down at her as she leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door. Her hair was mussed and fell in sloppy waves along her shoulders and over one of her eyes that looked to him. Her lips were curved into a devilish grin, and the moment that his lithe frame had stepped out of the bathroom she shivered in anticipation.

"Hello...Professor." she said breathily as she stepped nearer, slowly closing the gap between them. Snape frowned at her apparel; she was clad in only a dark bathrobe, which was very unusual for her. Usually she was up, dressed and gone by now, she hated running into him.

"What are you still doing in your bathrobe?" Snape said brushing past her, "Classes begin in less than an hour." He took a daring look down and saw she was in bare feet, her toenails a glossy Gryffindor red. How...unsettling. He decided that perhaps their talk could wait.

"Where were you last night?"

Snape turned slightly, looking to her in surprise. Since when did she pry like this? She sounded as if she demanded his answer, and stood with her hands on her hips.

"I was out." Snape answered flatly, making his boredom quite evident. Glancing her over once more he turned and left the room, walking to the bedroom. Hermione could barely contain the grin spreading over her features.

"Why are you still here this morning?" She questioned lazily as he rifled through his drawers for something. She saw he pulled out a handkerchief, and he turned at her question, standing beside the bed. "Aren't you usually much earlier for classes?"

"I needed something before my classes started." he said, looking to her warily. There was something different about Miss Granger this morning, a new gleam in those eyes of hers. Something that made him almost worried.

He saw she was walking over to him, her hands on the sash of her robe. His dark eyes flicked to her robe and back to her face as he slowly backed up, not wanting to be the submissive one at the moment, but finding her forthcoming nature quite a surprise.

"Professor," Hermione started as the sash became undone, and Snape was fixated for the time being. "I've been a bad girl this morning."

"How do you think?" Snape said absently, not really paying attention as he rifled through his desk, looking for something else. Hermione smirked slightly as she motioned to his rumpled bed. He frowned and followed her view.

"I was playing about in your bed."

Snape looked to his disheveled bed and thenk tok to Hermione. Good Lord, what was the girl on about? She'd been lying in his bed? But why? And why was she grinning at him like that?

"And because of that, sir." Hermione said with her hands around her sash, "I think I need a spanking."

Snape didn't answer for a full moment.

The words that the almost Head Girl had just spoken were literally milling about the room and taking their time having impact on him. Did she just mention needing to be spanked? Surely not by him...

"Excuse me Miss-?"

Suddenly before he could do anything she was right before him, and in one fluid motion pushed him backwards and onto the bed. His legs had been right against the mattress at the time, so it wasn't really a feat.

He gaped at Hermione a full moment before her robe flew off, she kissed his lips fully and he noticed as the robe left her form that she was wearing the red lingerie.

Oh God...I should have known...

"Miss Granger!" he growled, trying to push her off but finding she had her thighs around him in an almost vice like grip. Before he'd even the chance to grab his wand she'd grabbed her own and uttered a small spell. She lowered her wand on the side of the bed and out of the way as the spell began.

The blankets on the bed suddenly wormed about and twisted around his writhing wrists and ankles, holding him down on the bed as Hermione lay more comfortably atop of him. She looked down to him, seeing how utterly worried he looked about the whole thing.

"I suppose a spanking's out of the question then?" she asked cheerily, tracing a finger from his full lower lip downward over his neck.

"Let me go this instant." He said forcefully as Hermione lowered her face to his own. He twisted and turned his head, refusing to kiss her and lengthen this whole catastrophe. He felt himself becoming aroused, against all reason he was completely turned on.

"It's only one little kiss Professor." Hermione said delighted, then moving upwards a bit she kissed his headhead and murmured, "Or, were you hoping to kiss something else entirely?"

As she spoke this he realized his lips were now inches away from her delightful looking bosom. He closed his eyes as and tried to look away to prevent further discomfort for them both. He wanted to kiss her breast, suckle at one waiting nipple that he briefly saw through the fabric.

It was about then that he realized Hermione Granger was a woman. Not a little girl, a full-blown woman. It was a horrible revelation, and he tried not to think about the delicious looking woman above him, trying to shag him through his clothes.

She knew that he hadn't been able to touch another woman for a while, and that he in turn was growing quite desperate for any woman's touch but his own. But at the prospect lying on top of him, he felt so ultimately wrong at the present moment that he couldn't even open his eyes.

She was Miss Granger.

Your wife.

No. My fake wife.

"Miss Granger." he said lowly as she panted above him, her body already rocking against his own through the layers of clothing. He clenched his teeth, barely able to go on. He wanted to tear at her clothing, rip it off and shag her senseless. But he couldn’t.

"What?" Hermione paned excitedly as she looked to his clenched eyes and held in a giggle. He suddenly seeme des desirable to her, under her and writhing like a fish out of water. "You're telling me you don't want this to happen?"

"No I don't!" Severus hissed, turning his head. He was in a cascading waterfall of her delightful smelling hair and it took him a moment to find the words he needed to speak. "I don't want this to happen! Now-”

"You’re body tells me otherwise." Hermione chirped happily, feeling most comfortable straddling her Potion's Master, seeing the way he couldn't evenk atk at her, and was presently squirming under her.

Every time he touched her -voluntarily or not- there were sparks against her, sparks that had her moaning above him. She couldn't even feel that this was a wrong action, that she was doing something completely out of character. All that mattered to her was to keep this delightful, pleasurable high going.

“Get off of me you stupid gi-“

He groaned as she rubbed herself harshly against the growing bulge in his trousers. He bed fed furiously at this, damning his body for betraying him so easily. She smirked lightly and took his closed eyes to her full advantage. She lowered her lips and pressed them savagely to his own as she moaned.

Surprised he opened his mouth to protest when Hermione delved her tongue in, swirling it about and trying to suck his own tongue into her mouth. She heard his protests, trying to throw her off. He didn’t want to kiss her if he didn’t have to; it was far too much an intimate act.

Instead of paying attention to Snape’s protests, she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss, feeling as his delightful lips started to move...slowly but surely he was kissing her back. This was even more breathtaking than before, his lips sending soaring heat within her as she positioned herself time and time again.

She smiled inwardly and continued kissing him, suddenly breaking away she looked down to him, and his eyes were hooded then with desire. She wanted to remember how he looked then, wanting her. She smirked and licked her lips, rubbing against him again and seeing as his jaw clenched.

"Let me touch you." he rasped then, moving his right hand to indicate the hand he wished to be released. He was looking to her with lust in his eyes, his lips neutral as she looked to him. His voice lowered to an erotic whisper as she leaned closer.

"All of you."

Hermione -in a daze of lust and excitement- quickly undid the one bind around his wrist and looked to him as a smirk crossed his face. Hermione hadn't really known and been around Snape long enough to know what it was to entail, but she assumed it had to be good.

She quickly kissed him again, still rocking against his body and relishing the sharp sparks of pleasure that rippled through her body. He kissed her back lightly, his hand making its way up her back. Suddenly his hand was in her hair, twirling it within as she moanede fee feeling of his hand in her hair was quite deligh-

"OUCH!" she screeched as he grasped her hair, dragged her down beside him and holding her down. He kicked her wand off the side of the bed and looked over to her angrily.

"Get my wand." he growled angrily as he looked to her, her eyes clamped shut in pain. "And be quick about it."

Hermione looked about the room, her eyes watering from the pain. She should have known. He was Slytherin after all. She looked to the nightstand, unsure of where the wand could be.

"In my robe's pocket." he growled angrily, looking to her flushed face as she dug about in his robes, feeling the hard end of the wand. Her hand stayed over his chest a moment, making small circles with her fingertip.

"Enough!" he hissed angrily, "Now Granger, I'm warning you."

Knowing full well that a wand couldn't hex its owner, she had the choice of either losing a large chunk of hair, or just letting Snape go of the bed binds. Still pouting she uttered a small spell, and he was completely free.

Sadly in his euphoria of freedom he'd jerked up quite quickly, knocking her off of the bed. Hermione wriggled about on the floor, her insides flaming and in the need of a man's touch.

"I can't go on!" she wailed dramatically, trying to worm her way around Snape's body. He kept pulling faces, trying to get her away from his trousers and muttering, 'stop it!'.

"Oh enough foolishness!" Snape said angrily, pushing her from him once more and breag heg heavily as he stood, his dark eyes looking to her own as she sat discomforted on the floor. "Now, get out of that!" he hissed, pointing to her outfit with his wand. "Or I'll really be furious."

Hermione suddenly gave him a coy look before standing up and nodding. She gave him a once over as her fingertips found the bottom of the outfit's top. "Whatever you say Professor."

* * *

"God he's a bastard." Harry said furiously as he and Ron ate in the Great Hall. "I mean, what right does he have, monopolizing all of Hermione's time?"

"Maybe they had to talk about something important." Ron said tiredly. In all honesty, hearing Harry complain about this marriage thing was really getting on his nerves.

"Like what? How they need matching towels for the bathroom?"

Ron's voice lowered to a hushed whisper, "Or maybe about the plan. Harry."

"I doubt it." Harry sulked, poking his eggs and looking past miserable. Ron sighed, shoveling down his own breakfast and sipping his pumpkin juice.

"I bet he's just keeping her there because he's lonely."

"And?"

"And?!" Harry said angrily, "That's not bloody fair!"

"If Snape was doing anything ill-advised," Ron answered in a whisper, "Dumbledore would know in an instant."

"I suppose you're right."

"Plus," Ron went on hushed, "Snape hates the whole lot of us. He's not doing this for his own pleasure Harry....at least I t tht think he is."

"I wouldn't be so sure Ron." Harry said sullenly, "I just wouldn't be so sure."

* * *

In one foul swoop Hermione had whirled the top off, exposing a lot more than Severus had been expecting. He'd fully intended on turning around when she'd agreed, and now against his wishes he'd been party to a full showing of Hermione Granger's breasts. And my were they lovely.

He tore his eyes away, looking to the floor and covering his eyes. "Just...toss them over there." he said, poig tog to nothing in particular. He heard her giggle in response as the panties sailed over his head and onto the pile.

He stood there a moment, unsure of what to say or do next when he heard her a faint trembling in her softened voice.

"Professor?...What happened? Why am I-"

Snape went to open his eyes and explain when he heard Hermione's gasped, "DON'T LOOK!"

He heard her scurry over to her bag and pull out her clothes, in moment she was dressed and she told him he could turn around. He saw that she was refusing to meet his gaze, and he spoke softly.

"What's the last thing you remember this morning, Miss Granger?"

"Em...nothing much."

"Miss Granger, we are far past awkward politeness. Now if you won't tell me what occurred this morning, I'm fairly certain I can put the pieces together myself." He got a sinister look about him then, "Although I don't believe you'd care for my rude rendition of the tale."

Hermione regarded this concept a moment before making a face and nodding. Her voice was low and filled with humiliation as she confessed to her Potion's Master that she'd been wearing fancy undergarments.

"I was putting on the outfit Lucius gave me." Hermione said with a violent blush overtaking her. "I wanted to wear it under my school clothes."

Snape held in a smile, thankful her little 'treat' hadn't been intended for his arrival home. "And is this a common desire in most young women?"

"I wouldn't know." Hermione said almost angrily, "There, I told you what happened. Now, will you please tell me what happened after? It's extremely fuzzy."

"I won't go into details, Miss Granger. For your sake." Snape said silkily. "But in plainest terms; you tried to seduce me."

"No." Hermione said completely aghast. "You?"

Snape's lip curled in disgust as he continued picking up the lingerie and putting it in the small bag he'd conjured up. She could have at least had the decency to just look shocked. She hadn't really needed to look near tears and beyond disgusted.

"Yes, as alarming as that may be, Miss Granger, it did indeed transpire."

"Oh God." Hermione wailed softly, covering her face in her hands as she dropped to her knees. Snape looked to her with a wince at her sobs, trying not to see the naked form under the clothing. Seeing her without her top on was upidupid decision, especially one concerning a seemingly desperate virgin and a forced into celibacy Deatheater.

"Your outfit was enchanted Miss Granger." Snape said in an almost whisper, "It's purpose was to have the recipient go through stages of complete unnerving desire until they'd been...satisfied by another."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...God..." Hermione wailed in humiliation. She felt as if her face was on fire. She'd been...trying to seduce Snape? How? Dancing? Stripping? Oh God she didn't tackle him did she? That would be too much.

"Either way, Miss Granger." Snape said softly, "Nothing much happened. I stopped it before it became far too intimate."

He sort of smirked at this, enjoying the worry that was clearly across the know-it-all's face as she looked up to him in anxiety. What did he mean he stopped it before it became too intimate? Shouldn't he have stopped it full on at the start!

"I'm so mortified."

"As you should be." Snape said sternly, much to Hermione's surprise. "Perhaps you'll think twice before allowing something like this to happen again."

Was he serious? Did he think she'd done this for fun?

"How was I to know?" Hermione demanded angrily, "I hadn't a clue!"

"I know." Snape said sardonically, "Which makes your renowned intelligence such a joke." before she could interrupt he'd started again, "Miss Granger, we have classes to attend. I suggest you gather up your belongings and make your way there."

"Yes sir." Hone one answered shamefully, not able to even walk near him. She waited until he'd moved out of the doorframe before she heard his voice again, silky and low, she could almost hear him smirking.

"By the way Miss Granger, what ever happened to the book?"