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Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory
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Defending Against the Dark Arts
Chapter 2- Defending Against the Dark Arts
Hermione watched as a pair of shoes approached her in her prone position on the floor. Her eyes moved up the owner of the black shoes to his black eyes. Professor Snape grimaced and offered her his hand. She sighed and allowed him to help her up.
“Once again a through potion. But I don’t know that I agree with your methods,” Professor Snape said as his eyes swept the length Hermione’s naked body.
“And once again I tell you that it is a through defense against allowing yourself to be seduced by dark magic. If I am to be involved in this project, I refuse to become a victim of it. All of my research suggests that tactile contact with the body keeps one in control of herself during dark magic rituals.” Hermione countered as she absently wiped the sweat of her face and chest with the scarf.
“I do not doubt that your methods work. Only that they are, perhaps, unnecessary. There must be other ways to keep yourself in check. The days of naked rituals by moonlight are gone with the witches of Shakespeare’s McBeth. We are modern wizards, and we must work in modern ways.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and strode past Professor Snape to a cabinet on the other side of the classroom. She located her robes, neatly folded next to the gillyweed in the cabinet. Professor Snape’s eyes followed her as she went.
Now that Hermione was a 7th year student, he had less trouble with the idea of being attracted to her. Her firm, round buttocks swayed seductively with every step she took. Her complete confidence in her body made him remember the days when she worried about her complexion and large teeth. Ms. Granger had certainly grown into her body.
Hermione pulled her robes over her shoulders with her back still turned to Professor Snape. She knew he was watching her, and she liked it. However, he had never been anything more than appropriate with her. Even as she stood naked before him, he had never so much as tried to touch her. His restraint was biblical, and she wanted to watch it crumble in her hands.
However, first things first. There was a book to be written. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had been asked to update the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. The update would also be published in The Daily Prophet for the use of all wizards. Of course, the new curriculum would be integrated into DADA classes at Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore had chosen several people to help him with this assignment. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had been chosen to work on tactical exercises. Their work consisted mostly of learning evasive maneuvers, building mental resistance against curses and compiling a list of items every wizard needs in his or her home.
Hermione and Professor Snape were assigned to work on researching all known Dark Arts rituals and learning ways to counteract them. So far, Hermione’s tactics had been described as primitive and primal. However, no one could fault her on the fact that they worked.
Everyone working on the project was staying in Hogwarts for the summer holidays in order to devote their full time to it. They were even being paid for their efforts. This was Hermione’s first job, and she was thrilled to have been chosen for such a prestigious work. She also knew that with Voldermort at large, growing more powerful and drawing more followers, time was of the essence in her work.
Hermione shook the unsavory thoughts from her mind and chose instead to focus on the unshakeable Professor Snape. She turned to look at him as she fastened her robes. He watched her as she approached and Hermione was certain she saw heat in his eyes. She stood close to him, only a few inches separating them and her breasts just barely touched his chest.
“You know my methods work. And if it comes down to being modest or saving lives, I’m going to do the latter,” Hermione said in a voice just above a whisper.
She thought she heard Snape swallow as he began his response, “I know they work. But we must make sure they are presented in a way that doesn’t offend the wizarding public.”
Hermione decided to go for the dramatic. She swung away from him, causing her robes to dance around her bare legs, and began walking toward the massive cauldron her potion continued to simmer in.
“Why do we have to worry about appearing decent when my methods will save lives?”
Glad to have her out of arm’s reach, Professor Snape responded, “Because no one will use the methods if they aren’t practical. What self-respecting witch is going to start touching herself when the Dark Lord tries to draw her to his side?”
“A smart witch I’d hope!” Hermione exclaimed. Changing the subject Hermione asked, “We’ve got enough lust-inducing potion here to send all of Hogsmeade into an involuntary orgy. What are we going to do with it?”
Having worked with Hermione one on one for the past month, Professor Snape had come to respect her for her talent and cool thinking. Thus, he had stopped trying to upset her at every turn anstenstead tried to maintain a pleasant work environment. He knew that humor was a good recourse with her. Although it was unfamiliar territory with him, Professor Snape tried for comedy.
“We could bottle it and sell it on the black market to teenage boys looking to seduce teenage girls. Or the other way around.”
Hermione laughed long and loud. She ended the exclamation with a short snort that Snape also found attractive despite himself.
“Surely the cold, mysterious Professor Snape doesn’t have a libido?” Hermione asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Of course I do. But I am very picky about whom I bed.” Professor Snape said and put a stop to Hermione’s laughter. It had never occurred to her that Professor Snape didn’t deem her worthy to go to his bed.
Professor Snape watched her eyes turn dark with anger and enjoyed the sensations that rocked through him. He would love to sweep her up in his arms and drag her to his chambers. Of course there was the problem of her being a student, his student, and the fact that they really needed to keep clear-headed in their work.
Hermione’s chin took on a defiant stance and Professor Snape felt long, liquid pulls in his gut, and lower. Something about Hermione, her laughter, her anger, her brains, her body had Professor Snape in turmoil at night. And this night he wondered if he would last against his desire to at least touch her.
Just when the tension between the two rose to epic proportions, Hermione turned away to fetch a ladle. Snape looked at his hand in horror as he involuntarily reached out to touch the ends of Hermione’s swinging hair. The wisps of soft hair breezed through his fingers and images of him taking huge fistfuls of that hair left him full of desire. Thankfully Hermione had some trouble locating the ladle, and Professor Snape had time to calm down.
When she turned around again, Hermione dipped the ladle lightly into the fuchsia brew and poured a sample of it into a crystal vial.
“Why are you taking a sample?” Snape asked with suspicion in his eyes.
“Because I like to know that I do good work. I intend to test this on Crookshanks to make sure that the potion is perfect. It may be Dark Magic, but it better well be the best Dark Magic I can do,” Hermione responded coldly.
As she finished pushing the stopper into place on the vial, Snape reached out his arm over the cauldron and made the potion disappear.
“I guess we aren’t going to sell it on the black market after all,” Hermione said in an attempt to bring back the earlier mood.
“No I suppose we aren’t,” Professor Snape said with what sounded like disappointment. The mood wasn’t coming back for him either. “Make sure you record your observations of tonight’s experiment. Let me know how well the potion worked on your pet.”
“I will do that. Good night Professor Snape.”
“Good night Ms. Granger.”
Hermione waited only a moment before turning towards the door. Professor Snape watched her walk away, barefoot and brilliant in the candlelight that streamed in through the open dungeon door. Then she was gone and Professor Snape was left with nothing but the fading perfume of her potion and images of her in his mind.
Hermione watched as a pair of shoes approached her in her prone position on the floor. Her eyes moved up the owner of the black shoes to his black eyes. Professor Snape grimaced and offered her his hand. She sighed and allowed him to help her up.
“Once again a through potion. But I don’t know that I agree with your methods,” Professor Snape said as his eyes swept the length Hermione’s naked body.
“And once again I tell you that it is a through defense against allowing yourself to be seduced by dark magic. If I am to be involved in this project, I refuse to become a victim of it. All of my research suggests that tactile contact with the body keeps one in control of herself during dark magic rituals.” Hermione countered as she absently wiped the sweat of her face and chest with the scarf.
“I do not doubt that your methods work. Only that they are, perhaps, unnecessary. There must be other ways to keep yourself in check. The days of naked rituals by moonlight are gone with the witches of Shakespeare’s McBeth. We are modern wizards, and we must work in modern ways.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and strode past Professor Snape to a cabinet on the other side of the classroom. She located her robes, neatly folded next to the gillyweed in the cabinet. Professor Snape’s eyes followed her as she went.
Now that Hermione was a 7th year student, he had less trouble with the idea of being attracted to her. Her firm, round buttocks swayed seductively with every step she took. Her complete confidence in her body made him remember the days when she worried about her complexion and large teeth. Ms. Granger had certainly grown into her body.
Hermione pulled her robes over her shoulders with her back still turned to Professor Snape. She knew he was watching her, and she liked it. However, he had never been anything more than appropriate with her. Even as she stood naked before him, he had never so much as tried to touch her. His restraint was biblical, and she wanted to watch it crumble in her hands.
However, first things first. There was a book to be written. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had been asked to update the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. The update would also be published in The Daily Prophet for the use of all wizards. Of course, the new curriculum would be integrated into DADA classes at Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore had chosen several people to help him with this assignment. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had been chosen to work on tactical exercises. Their work consisted mostly of learning evasive maneuvers, building mental resistance against curses and compiling a list of items every wizard needs in his or her home.
Hermione and Professor Snape were assigned to work on researching all known Dark Arts rituals and learning ways to counteract them. So far, Hermione’s tactics had been described as primitive and primal. However, no one could fault her on the fact that they worked.
Everyone working on the project was staying in Hogwarts for the summer holidays in order to devote their full time to it. They were even being paid for their efforts. This was Hermione’s first job, and she was thrilled to have been chosen for such a prestigious work. She also knew that with Voldermort at large, growing more powerful and drawing more followers, time was of the essence in her work.
Hermione shook the unsavory thoughts from her mind and chose instead to focus on the unshakeable Professor Snape. She turned to look at him as she fastened her robes. He watched her as she approached and Hermione was certain she saw heat in his eyes. She stood close to him, only a few inches separating them and her breasts just barely touched his chest.
“You know my methods work. And if it comes down to being modest or saving lives, I’m going to do the latter,” Hermione said in a voice just above a whisper.
She thought she heard Snape swallow as he began his response, “I know they work. But we must make sure they are presented in a way that doesn’t offend the wizarding public.”
Hermione decided to go for the dramatic. She swung away from him, causing her robes to dance around her bare legs, and began walking toward the massive cauldron her potion continued to simmer in.
“Why do we have to worry about appearing decent when my methods will save lives?”
Glad to have her out of arm’s reach, Professor Snape responded, “Because no one will use the methods if they aren’t practical. What self-respecting witch is going to start touching herself when the Dark Lord tries to draw her to his side?”
“A smart witch I’d hope!” Hermione exclaimed. Changing the subject Hermione asked, “We’ve got enough lust-inducing potion here to send all of Hogsmeade into an involuntary orgy. What are we going to do with it?”
Having worked with Hermione one on one for the past month, Professor Snape had come to respect her for her talent and cool thinking. Thus, he had stopped trying to upset her at every turn anstenstead tried to maintain a pleasant work environment. He knew that humor was a good recourse with her. Although it was unfamiliar territory with him, Professor Snape tried for comedy.
“We could bottle it and sell it on the black market to teenage boys looking to seduce teenage girls. Or the other way around.”
Hermione laughed long and loud. She ended the exclamation with a short snort that Snape also found attractive despite himself.
“Surely the cold, mysterious Professor Snape doesn’t have a libido?” Hermione asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Of course I do. But I am very picky about whom I bed.” Professor Snape said and put a stop to Hermione’s laughter. It had never occurred to her that Professor Snape didn’t deem her worthy to go to his bed.
Professor Snape watched her eyes turn dark with anger and enjoyed the sensations that rocked through him. He would love to sweep her up in his arms and drag her to his chambers. Of course there was the problem of her being a student, his student, and the fact that they really needed to keep clear-headed in their work.
Hermione’s chin took on a defiant stance and Professor Snape felt long, liquid pulls in his gut, and lower. Something about Hermione, her laughter, her anger, her brains, her body had Professor Snape in turmoil at night. And this night he wondered if he would last against his desire to at least touch her.
Just when the tension between the two rose to epic proportions, Hermione turned away to fetch a ladle. Snape looked at his hand in horror as he involuntarily reached out to touch the ends of Hermione’s swinging hair. The wisps of soft hair breezed through his fingers and images of him taking huge fistfuls of that hair left him full of desire. Thankfully Hermione had some trouble locating the ladle, and Professor Snape had time to calm down.
When she turned around again, Hermione dipped the ladle lightly into the fuchsia brew and poured a sample of it into a crystal vial.
“Why are you taking a sample?” Snape asked with suspicion in his eyes.
“Because I like to know that I do good work. I intend to test this on Crookshanks to make sure that the potion is perfect. It may be Dark Magic, but it better well be the best Dark Magic I can do,” Hermione responded coldly.
As she finished pushing the stopper into place on the vial, Snape reached out his arm over the cauldron and made the potion disappear.
“I guess we aren’t going to sell it on the black market after all,” Hermione said in an attempt to bring back the earlier mood.
“No I suppose we aren’t,” Professor Snape said with what sounded like disappointment. The mood wasn’t coming back for him either. “Make sure you record your observations of tonight’s experiment. Let me know how well the potion worked on your pet.”
“I will do that. Good night Professor Snape.”
“Good night Ms. Granger.”
Hermione waited only a moment before turning towards the door. Professor Snape watched her walk away, barefoot and brilliant in the candlelight that streamed in through the open dungeon door. Then she was gone and Professor Snape was left with nothing but the fading perfume of her potion and images of her in his mind.