The Bet

WARNING: THIS IS A NC-17 FIC. IF THE THOUGHT OF A STUDENT/TEACHER
SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE DO NO READ.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HP UNIVERSE OR ANY OF IT’S CHARACTERS. A
LOVELY LADY BY THE NAME OF JK ROWLING IS ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER.
I’m just borrowing it for my secret evil plan, hehe! *__*

A/N: I went in to edit Chapter one and the formatting got all messed up. Sorry. I tried to correct it, but just couldn’t figure out how to do it. If anyone out there knows how, please email me, my email address is in my profile. Thanks.

Thanks ancientgirl for your review. So you love a forceful possessive Snape…well you ain’t seen nothing yet…at least in my opinion. This Chapter, with forceful possessive Snape included, goes to you.

My sincere THANKS to mariteri and Nazzy. Thank you both for your honest opinions and suggestions. I have gone back to Chapter one to edit and correct. Yes mariteri, I did think it was cute and now looking at it you are absolutely correct…it is not. I also did not realize that using all caps did sound like I had Hermione yelling. I hadn’t seen it that way.

Yes Nazzy, I do want my work to be taken seriously and I really hadn’t seen the comment as not cute and childish. Thank you for pointing that out to me. Thank you to both for your mature approach at reviewing. You both are the kind of reviewers beginner writers need. Thanks again Kay Kay, I’m glad I made you laugh. Thanks for your review.

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The Bet 2/2

“Hey,” Hermione shouted, as she kicked and thrashed her arms.

“Put me down you great, big….BASTARD,” she yelled as she pounded her small fists into his back.

Professor Snape turned his head and bite into the flesh of her buttocks.

“OWWW!!! Stop it, put me down! It was just a bet! I lost a bet alright! I was only paying my dues,” she yelled as the professor unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed.

After sending up the most powerful of his wards, silencing charm included, he turned to face her from the safety of the room’s shadows.

“Fine,” he calmly answered.

“Your debt is paid,” he could hear Hermione’s sigh of relief, “but now you owe me.”

Hermione quickly got up off the bed and stepped back colliding into the wall, her hands over her breasts.

“Why? Please, I’m sorry. I should have listened to your warning. It will never happen again. I promise,” she begged.

‘By the Gods, what have I gotten myself into, as frightened as I am I can’t help but feel
aroused.’

“It’s too late now Hermione,” she heard Professor Snape say next to her.

She quickly turned to the left, but she didn’t see nor feel him near.

“I will have you Hermione. All of you I will possess,” she spun around to find that he was, again, no where near her.

From the farthest corner of the room, Severus Snape watched as Hermione Granger turned every which way in her attempts to find him. Her expressive eyes displaying fear, curiosity, wonderment, and as she stepped into the moon’s soft glow, which spread a warmth of radiance into the center of the room, he saw what he was searching for in her eyes….desire, arousal, lust, the golden flecks of her brown eyes reflecting her needs. That was all he needed to make his move.

“Where are you? Show yourself you coward”, she cried out as she stepped back against the wall.

Stepping out from his corner and into the center of the room, he said in his most deepest, silkiest voice, “Tell me, Miss Granger. Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light?”

“Wha…”

“Accio Hermione Granger,” the professor voiced loud and clear.

Hermione’s body swiftly levitated into his waiting arms. Turning her around, her back against his chest, he possessively wrapped her within his voluminous robe. He brought his lips down to her left ear, nipping and lightly kissing the shell, he whispered to her, “MINE,” over and over again.

Hermione made to struggle, she tried to twist herself around, she tried to turn her body
to kick at his shins, she screamed and yelled, and even head budded his chest a couple of times to break free.

‘That’s it my Gryffindor lioness, struggle all the more, continue to entice my lust. No amount of struggling will ever get you out of my arms.’

Giving up after imbedding her fingernails into the professor’s arms, to no avail, she let her arms fall down to her sides. Her feeble efforts were no match for her potions master. He simply continued to kiss and suck at her neck and ear lobe.

“Professor,” Hermione whispered, her voice breathy and hoarse from her unsuccessful efforts to escape.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she moaned as she felt a gush of warmth soak her already drenched panties.

’How can this be possible? I feel aroused more that ever now. My struggling has only made me lust more for him.’

“I can smell your arousal, Miss Granger. Your sweet lust is an aphrodisiac to my senses. I want to touch, taste and lick every single part of your body. Not a single bit of your silky flesh will be left untouched or untasted. Fuck, Hermione,” he growled. “I can feel your desire for me radiating from your beautiful body. Don’t deny us this. I’m more than sure you can feel my desire for you,” he said, driving his point home by pressing his erect member tightly against her ass.

“You sold herself to the devil, Hermione, from this night forth, your heart, mind, body and soul belong to….ME,” he said as he caressed both her breasts.

“I’m never letting you go, my lioness.”

“Ohhh,” Hermione groaned as she let her head fall back farther onto his chest. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to let this happen.’

“Mine, dearest, all mine. I will spoil you for any other men. You will want no other man, but me. No matter how hard you try to run from me, you will always return to my bed,” he muttered as he nuzzled her hair.

‘Yes, my sweet. Now I have you exactly where I want you,’ Snape arrogantly thought to
himself.

Releasing her from his arm’s death grip, he removed his robe and tossed it aside. Stepping up to once again bring her body against his, he began to run his hands along side her breasts, down her lean waist, over her rounded hips, and came to a halt at the waist band of her panties. He took a step back and fell to his knees as he buried his face into her creamy ass cheeks. Feeling Hermione tense and trying to squirm away, he quickly moved aside the lacey scrap of her thong and began to place open mouth kisses in its place. She immediately stopped fidgeting and started moaning.

Encouraged by her whimpering, he roughly tore her knickers from her body. With one knee still on the floor, he swung her around to bend her over the bed chamber’s writing desk, and spread her legs apart with the other (knee), as he instantaneously started to lick her swollen cunt.

Tossing her head back, unruly curls coming down around her arms and back,
Hermione couldn’t think, she only felt, and at the moment she was feeling the most
pleasurable of all emotions.

She could feel Snape’s aquiline nose nudging the tight muscle of her sphincter, his moist lips caressing her erect clitoris, and his velvet tongue delving into the depths of her sex.

“Ohhh, Gods,” she screamed as her grip on the desk tightened.

“I’m coming, oh, oh, ah.”

Sucking harder on her nub, the professor rode out her orgasm, and then blew lightly at
her opening as he watched it contract. Giving her ample time to come down from her high, he got back onto his feet, placing baby breath kisses on her back and shoulders. Lifting her delicately into his arms, he walked towards the king size four poster that dominated their lodgings.

Gently laying her upon the cool, cotton sheets, he muttered an incantation to completely disrobe. Having done so, he tenderly lay himself between her smooth, silky thighs, holding most of his weight on his forearms and allowed his nimble fingers to run through her tresses.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes to find Professor Snape leisurely placing soft kisses all over her face, before coming to a pause at the corner of her supple mouth. Tentatively, and achingly slow, he ran his tongue along her top lip. He hissed when he felt Hermione buck her hips into his rigid cock.

She heard him chuckle, and then whisper into her ear, “All in due time lioness. The night is still young and I’m no where near done with you….YET,” he growled as his mouth came crashing down onto hers, prying her lips apart with his tongue in his desperate need to feel her moist tongue upon his own.

Nibbling and licking his way down to her generous breasts, he roughly alternated between massaging her right breast and pinching it’s nipple. His other hand squeezed her left breast as his tongue traced a lazy circle around it’s areola; lightly flicking her nipple before blowing a warm breath upon it. The sight of her peaked nipples caused his shaft to twitch against her thigh. Squeezing and bringing her breasts together he buried his face and nuzzled them, his five o’clock shadow lightly scraping her tender breasts.

Making his way down to her stomach, he dipped, then circled his tongue into Hermione’s navel before lifting her right leg to expose her thigh to him. Placing open mouth kisses from her clit to her opening and up to her mid-thigh, he licked and then bit down hard enough to draw blood, the cooper taste flowing into his mouth. Hermione screamed and
tightened and twisted her grip on his hair.

Taking hold of both her wrists, Severus easily untangled her fingers from his hair, bringing both her arms up over her head to breathe into her left ear, “I told you I’d brand you,” and then went down on her neck to mark her again.

Hermione moaned, she couldn’t help it. The mixture of pain and pleasure arousing her once again. She was starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep down in her belly.

“Professor, I…,” but she never got to finish, for then, Professor Snape swiftly turned her onto her right side, keeping her bottom leg straight, and positioned himself between her legs, bringing her top leg to hook over his left shoulder at the knee.

Hermione yelped, “What are you doing?!”

Snape only grinned as he nudged his engorged cock against her dripping entrance, circling clockwise, then counter clockwise around her swollen nub, before inserting the head of his dick into her vagina.

Licking his lips, he whispered slowly, “I’m going to shag you…senseless,” as he gazed
intently at the wide open view of her pussy.

Feeling Hermione tense at his words, he muttered, “Virgineus Relaxatio.”

Once the spell took effect he plunged forward past her barrier and into her moist depths. With all the self-control that he could muster, he held himself to allow her muscles to
adjust to his size.

‘Shag…senseless? Dear Gods, what have I gotten by self into?’ Hermione thought as she watched her potions master stare hypnotically at her most intimate part.

She could see his pupils dilating, she saw the lust sparkling around his iris, and the golden flecks of his eyes twinkling with mischievousness. She tensed, heard the man before her mutter, and then she felt a sudden sense of fulfillment.

“Oh Gods”, she moaned as she threw her head back, chestnut hair splaying on the pillows.

“Do you like that, Hermione?

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “More. I want more.” ‘Merlin help me…I love what I got myself into.’

“As you wish, but first, I must taste you once again.”

Pulling out, he dipped two fingers into her opening, sinking them deep into her womb, and applying pressure to her g-spot. Withdrawing his fingers from her moistness, he brought them up to his lips and ordered Hermione to watch. He slowing circled both his fingers with his tongue before sucking them into his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet my lioness. Would you like a taste”, he asked in his baritone voice.
Hermione could onlare are wide eyed at him. She again felt his fingers probing, before bring them to her lips.

“Open,” he commanded. She continued to stare, uncertain of what to do. Summoning her Gryffindor courage once more, she smile sweetly, and imitated his earlier actions.

Upon the feel of her hot, moist tongue on his fingers, Snape plunged into her and started to pound her, his jerking slightly lifting her off the mattress. Slipping his fingers from her mouth, he brought them down to her clitoris, and began to pinch and circle. He could already feel her muscles contracting around his shaft, milking and sucking at him. The deep penetration the position offered allowed the head of his penis to rub against her g-spot with every thrust. Severus could feel the familiar tightness in his balls. At the pace he was going, he wouldn’t be able to last too long. He slowed his thrusting down a bit. Withdrawing from her completely and then slowly re-entering. As his left hand continued to work her clit, his right began to kneed her buttocks, slowing inching his way to her tight knot of muscles. Muttering a lubrication spell he inserted one, then two fingers into her tightness.

Hermione was going mad, her senses were on overload. Snape was everywhere, all around her his vigorous fingers touching and probing her insides. She could feel him rubbing the thin layer of skin that lay between her asshole and vagina. There, that one, that last caress did it. She was coming with the force of a tidal wave.

Snape could feel her spasms getting stronger, her muscles sucking him in deeper. Using all the self-control he had left, he held himself back; wanting her to finish.

‘I’m not ready yet.’ he thought to himself. ’This session has only just begun.’

‘Oh, Gods, I’m coming…again,’ Hermione thought to herself.

“Oh, Gods, professor,” she screamed and continued to moan.

Withdrawing his fingers, Snape gingerly traced mindless circles on her thigh and then outlined the imprint of his teeth, “Mine,” he said possessively.

“Oh,” he heard her mutter. “No more. I don’t know how mu….,” again he didn’t let her finish.

Wrapping his arms around her body, he brought her with him over to the
center of the bed, his knees bent and thighs together, bringing Hermione over his thighs to straddle him, as he penetrated her from behind.

“I say when we are done,” he whispered harshlyo heo her ear.

“Your mine, and I will ravish and pleasure your body as many times, and any which way I please. Do you understand me”, he growled.

Hermione remained silent, her head rolling from side to side against his chest. She was exhausted, her body tingled and her sex was sensitive to the touch; she could feel his
hands roam her stomach, breasts, and hips.

‘Unbelievable, I’m starting to get aroused again.’

“Answer me,” he snapped, as he grabbed her chin to turn her face up to his to devour her lips.

“Answer me,” he whispered as he looked into her almond shaped eyes. “Tell me that your mine and no one else’s, that wholly, you belong to me, that only I can possess you,” he pleaded.

Hermione could see the fear and rejection in his dark brown eyes, they were silently pleading her to become his, to let him possess and dominate her in the ways only he could dare. Upon closer reflection, she noted the hint of something else in his eyes. Reaching up with her right hand, she ran her fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes as he felt her hand come down to caress his cheek. Running her thumb across his lips, he opened his eyes and there clear as day, she saw what she had seen a hint of, it was love. He loved her, no doubt, no denying. He’d let the mask down and revealed his true feelings.

“Yes, Severus,” she breathed upon his lips, his name sounding foreign, as she said it aloud. “I’m yours, and only yours. Take me.”

Obeying instantaneously, he thrust mercilessly into her, coming up off his haunches with the force of his thrusts, he released into her, chanting her name as though it were a prayer.

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Hermione awoke to feather light kisses upon her stomach and navel; her mind still foggy with sleep and exhaustion. Her eyes finally cooperating with her brain’s command, she opened them to find her potions master snaking his way down south. Their prior trysts flooding her mind; how Snape had fervently taken possession of her body and her mind, and how she had willingly given herself to him. She could not believe how wanton her behavior had been.

Hermione made to run her fingers through his hair, but to no avail. Severus had felt the slight movement of her arms and quickly seized her wrists and brought them over her head. The position of her arms making her ache her back, causing her breasts to thrust up into Snape’s face. Not one to miss a window of opportunity, the professor nuzzled them and placed open mouth kisses in the valley between her breasts as he slithered his way up her neck, and to her swollen lips.

Looking into her eyes, he gave her a smile, or so she presumed it was a smile.

‘Does twitching count as a smile’, she thought to herself, and without further analyzing the matter, she smiled back. This time the corners of his mouth came up a bit more.

“Alas, you wake my dear,” he whispered against her lips.

Without giving her a chance to respond, he releases his hold of her wrists, flips her over onto her stomach and pulls her body over to the side of the bed.

Hermione, feeling the floor beneath her feet, attempts to stand, but Severus’ hands hold her down at the waist as he leans over her to murmur, “I’m not done ravishing you.”

Spreading her thighs with his knee, he lifts her legs from above her knees and holds them apart. The view of her spread ass cheeks and the sight of her swollen pussy lips arousing him to no end. He was insatiable. He could not get enough of her to quench his lust. Deep down he knew that her body was exhausted and sore, but the greedy, lustful death eater in him did not care. All he wanted was to be buried in her warm depths. He wanted to hear her moan, to scream and to cry out in ecstasy. He wanted to feel her body spasm and quiver around him as it responded to his ministrations.

Though the death eater didn’t care, he, Severus Snape, potions master, and right bastard did care, but at this moment with Hermione’s ass and glistening cunt spread before him on the proverbial silver platter he could not resist.

‘Later...there will be time later to make love to her, to show her I can be loving and tender too. To show her that I can be caring and giving.’

With that final thought he thrust into her, deeply penetrating her vagina. His position allowing him the perfect angle to stroke her g-spot. Professor Snape mercilessly pounded into her, his grip on her thighs allowing him to control the angle of his every thrust. He heard Hermione’s moans of pleasure and pain, and encouraged he thrust away in total abandon until he felt the familiar spasm of her inner muscles contract around his shaft. Hermione unleashed a guttural moan as her orgasm made its way through her raw body.

Upon setting her legs down, Severus swiftly flipped her over and rained kisses on her neck before his tongue swooped into her mouth for a thorough inspection. Once again he took hold of her thighs, this time to wrap them around his waist. Task completed, he then proceeded to wrap his arms around her waist, lifting and bringier ler lithe body up and against the closest wall.

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Hermione felt as though she were floating. She was delirious with lust. She could feel the professor’s powerful hold of her thighs, and felt his penetrating gaze as he looked upon her most intimate of parts. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Hermione could see that Severus’ eyes had gone completely black. She could see his hunger for her in them. No way of stopping him now. He was lost to the world, and would be until he achieved what he desired…and right now he desired the little know-it-all spread before him.

Without warning he thrust into her; causing her body to jerk forward. Hermione gripped the sheets, her only life line, and laid her head down as she felt Snape’s engorged organ massage her womb. She groaned from the pleasure and the pain he bestowed upon her tender body. The deep growl from within her throat starling her; never had she ever made such an animalistic sound.

Still insanely fevered from the most powerful orgasm she’d had so far, she did not become aware of her position against the wall until she felt Severus’ elegant fingers brush her fringe aside and a cool breath against her sweat beaded forehead.

“Open her eyes Hermione,” he said softly.

Bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck, she slowly opened them, and came into contact with Snape’s endless pools; his eyes still completely black.

“Look at me. I want you to know that it is I and only I who could make you feel this way. No one else can ever make you feel this much PLEASURE,” he punctuated by twitching his cock. Hermione throw her head as far back as she could and moaned.

“Ah, Ah, Ah,” Snape gently scolded. “Don’t close your eyes my lioness.”

He coiled his fingers into her tresses and brought her head back so that he could look into her chocolate eyes. Slowly he began to move in and out of her body as he spoke to her in his dark velvety voice.

“Keep your eyes open love. I want to look into them as you come. I want to see them glaze over with need as I make love to you.”

Hermione was in a daze. ’Love. Make love to me’, she thought to herself.

It was hard to concentrate with Severus looking contently into her eyes as he moved within her body. She could, once again, see the love he had for her rising from the depths of the windows to his soul.

“Yes. Gods Severus, please make love to me,” she pleaded.

“I am. I will,” he gasped breathlessly. He could feel the tightening in his balls and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Releasing Hermione’s curls, he brought his hand down between their bodies and started to pinch her clit.

“Come for me Hermione. I want to see you come.”

Severus started driving his cock into her wet heat at bit harder, “Do you like that Hermione? Do you like my fat dick in your wet pussy?” Thrust, thrust. “Do you like my cock inside you?” Thrust, harder. “Do you like how I make you feel, how I can make you come so hard?” Thrust, harder. The frames on the wall beginning to sway to the rhythm of their bodies. “Do you love me Hermione,” he gasped as he gave the final thrust that propelled them both over the edge.

As they groaned their pleasure, they stared into each others eyes. Severus saw Hermione’s eyes dilate and glaze over and become darker; her mouth slightly opened as she purred contently. Gratification written upon her beautiful features.

Hermione could see her potion master’s eyes dilate and then soften in satisfaction. The normally harsh creases around his eyes no longer visible. His features totally unguarded. Open, for only her to see.

Unwrapping one of her arms from around his neck, she gently ran her index finger across his forehead, down his nose, traced his full lips and then drew him into a lingering kiss. The kiss was soft, gentle, slow, nothing like their previous hurried kisses. She slowly slipped her tongue in his moist crevice and ran it along his teeth and across the palate of his mouth; eliciting a deep moan from him.

“Yes,” she breathed upon his lips.

Severus pulled back from her confused. Hermione noticing his bewilderment continued in a most seductive voice, “You asked me if I like it. If I liked your fat dick in my pussy. If I liked your cock in me. If I liked the way you make me feel and how hard you make me come. You asked me if I loved you,” she said breathlessly as she began to rotate her hips against his flaccid organ. The grating of said hips stirring it back to attention.

“Yes Severus. Yes, I love how you fuck me and love me. I love your dick inside me. I love the way you make me come so hard and can’t think straight and yes I love you,” she whimpered as her sensitive nub came into contact with his heated body.

“Careful love. Your stoking the fire again,” he warned.

Giggling she said, “Burn me Severus. I’m yours.”

~*~*~*~

Draco Malfoy, the pride of Slytherin, made his way into the Great Hall for breakfast.
Opening the grand doors, he takes a few tentative steps in and looks up to the head table, noticing that not all of the professors have made it down for breakfast yet. He takes note that Snape is in his usual seat, but does not have his usual scowl.

‘Is that a smile on uncle’s face? I didn’t know he could smile.’

Draco’s eyes scan the Gryffindor table and see the reason for Snape’s lack of a scowl. Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor princess, is staring, mesmerized, up at him and is giving him one of her dazzling smiles.

’For Merlin’s sake.’

Rolling his eyes he turns back to the head table, Draco observes that the remainder of Hogwarts professors, including Trelawney, have already taken their seats to begin their meal. His grey eyes then come upon a set of blue eyes. The possessor of said blue eyes then waves him over to the table.

‘Bloody hell…that’s how I got myself into this mess.’

~FLASHBACK~

From his dark corner in the kitchen, Draco hears Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, say to an unidentified individual, “She is of
age, my boy,” before he steps into the kitchen.

“What the bloody hell was that suppose to mean”, hisses the now identified person.

’Uncle Severus?’

Like his uncle, Draco too hides in the shadows, he watches as Dumbledore flicks his wrist and a tea service with an assortment of biscuits soon appears before him on the table. Taking a seat, he pores himself a cup and then proceeds to pore a second.

“You may step out, Mr. Malfoy,” he calls out to Draco and waves him over to the table as a seat pulls itself out for him.

Draco tentatively steps out.

“Please, young Malfoy, have a seat and a cuppa.”

Draco takes his seat and sips his tea as Dumbledore does the same. They sit in a comfortable silence for several minutes, before Draco’s curiosity hits its breaking point.

“So…who’s of age,” he asks nonchalantly.

Dumbledore twinkling like mad answers, “Why do you ask dear boy?”

“Oh, stuff it old man. I heard you tell Uncle Sev that she was of age. So who is it,” he snaps impatiently.

The headmaster chuckles and continues to twinkle madly. He sips his tea and savors its rich, spicy flavor; he can tell Draco is starting to lose his patience. Taking one last sip he asks, “Why do you concern yourself with the matter?”

Rolling his eyes Draco answers, “Severus is my uncle. Everything about him concerns me.”

“Hermione”, the headmaster responds before taking a bite of a chocolate biscuit.

“Hermione? What’s ‘Mione got to do with Sev?”

“She is the one who is of age. Young Hermione is who I spoke of to Severus.”

“Hermione?”

“Yes.”

“Of age?”

“Correct.”

“And this is good?”

“Yes.”

“For what?!”

“Not what, but whom. The whom being Severus.”

“Severus?”

“Yes.”

“Ahh,” he growls as Draco pounds his fists on the table.

“What does Hermione coming of age have to do with my uncle…and stop that insistent twinkling”, Draco was starting to get annoyed. Dumbledore acting the idiot and only answering in riddles was driving him up the wall. ‘Damn old fool, just tell me.’

Albus sensing Draco at the end of his rope takes the last sip of his tea and proceeds to answer the irate young man.

“Our dear Hermione, with the use of a time turner in her third year, has not turned 17, but 18 this past month.”

“Yes so what?! We all know about her little escapades with the time turner,” the Slytherin spit out.

“Yes, my boy, but what you all don’t’ know is that your dear Uncle Sev, as you so call him, has been infatuated with the young woman since the end of term, maybe even before then.”

Draco’s jaw drops open at this statement. He is momentarily speechless. Draco looks on as Dumbledore serves himself another cup of tea.

“My godfather…smitten? Over Granger,” he asks, unable to believe what he just heard.

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Severus Snape…right bastard and great, greasy bat extraordinaire…in love with Hermione Granger…Gryffindor know-it-all?!”

“Yes.”

“No! I don’t believe it!”

“Believe it young Malfoy. Our resident potions master is in fact in love.”

Still not understanding how Hermione coming of age fits in he asks, “So Hermione being 18 means what?”

For the first time in his 150 years of life, Albus Dumbledore rolled his eyes at one of his scholars, “It means that Hermione being 18, an adult. Severus can pursue her if he so wishes without the Ministry or the School Governors interfering. The statute in the Hogwarts manual does prohibit student/teacher relationships only if the student is under age. Therefore, they are free to pursue a relationship if they so chose.”

“Does ‘Mione know that my uncle is in love with her?”

“No…and Severus doesn’t know that she is love with him as well.”

“She is?”

“Indeed…though she doesn’t quite know it yet.”

“No!”

“Yes. I believe since the end of your fifth year.”

Draco sat in his seat dumbfounded. ‘Sev..in love with Granger? Granger…in love with Sev? Ho,ho,ho, wait till I tell pothead and weasel. Who would of thought Uncle was capable of loving another human being…for that matter who would of thought Uncle was human.’

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he said, “You know Dumbledore, Severus would never approach Hermione, and Hermione…well, with the way he’s treated her in the past…I don’t think she’d approach him either.”

“With the right motivation, my dear boy, anything is possible,” Dumbledore countered.

Draco could see mischief dancing in the headmaster’s blue eyes.

“I don’t think so,” contradicted Draco. “Uncle is too proud and stubborn. Hermione could practically fall on his lap naked as the day she was born and the only thing he’d think to do is to deduct points and give her detention.”

“You sure about that young Draco.”

“Absolutely,” he answered with all the arrogance that only a Malfoy could possess.

“I beg to differ. Severus is only a man after all. To have a beautiful woman fall on your lap, no matter who the man is….I assure you he would not turn away.”

“Beg all you want old man. I know my godfather…I know him so well I’m willing to bet on it.”

“Wager you say,” Dumbledore asked. His interest piqued he continued, “What kind of wager do you suggest?”

“Loser does what ever the winner wishes. The bet would be sealed with a wizard’s hand shake of course.”

“Of course,” reiterated Dumbledore. “So Draco, just how do you propose going about Hermione falling onto Severus’ lap?”

“Motivation,” answered Draco with a smirk. “You leave that to me Dumbledore. I’ll set it all up.”

Extending his right hand out to the old wizard he proceeded, “I wager that Severus will do nothing.”

Dumbledore also extending his right hand out to the young man responded with a twinkle in his eyes, “I wager that Severus will do anything and everything possible once he has her in his grasp.”

Both wizards shook hands and sealed the bet.

~END FLASBACK~

Straightening his robes Draco walks down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, and makes his way along the head table to where Dumbledore is seated. Sitting next to Dumbledore, he notices Professor McGonagall whispering to Madam Hooch, but pays no attention as he finally reaches the headmaster.

“Headmaster, good morning.”

“Ah, young Mister Malfoy. Yes, yes a fine morning indeed.”

Draco couldn’t resist rolling his eyes before answering, “Yeah… may be for you.”

Chuckling, the headmaster responds, “Yes indeed…for all of Hogwarts I must say. Well, no more fiddle faddle Draco. I do believe Professor Trelawney awaits your declaration of love.”

Next to Professor Dumbledore, Draco could hear McGonagall proclaim to Hooch, “I told you Albus would win the bet. Now pay up.”

The End.

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A/N: Virgineus Relaxio translates to virgin relax. Credit for a couple of Snape’s sexual positions go to Cosmopolitan May 2004 issue. Credit for his ministrations go to my husband (author blushes and giggles).

50 points to whomever can guess from what movie the quote, ‘Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light?’, came from. I don’t own the movie I just borrowed the quote.