Dreams

Severus Snape awoke very disgruntled. He had a firm erection and a need to see Hermione. He wanted to yell at her, punish him for haunting his dreams, although he knew it couldn’t be her fault.

Why he was dreaming of the insufferable know-it-all was beyond him. Shaking his head, he wondered what his mental condition was coming to. Nonetheless, he was hard and had a need to relieve himself.

He felt slightly guilty, but as Snape touched himself, he remembered her words. “I want you to possess me…”

How could he possibly be at fault when the woman clearly needed him? She wanted him. But no, it was a dream, a momentary recollection for a private moment of necessity. His orgasm was physically stimulating but brought him no true satisfaction.

He felt empty inside, dead, and as if he was missing a vital part of himself. A part that he owned… He imagined punishing her for being bad, showing her how she is part of him, how fulfilling it would be for her to endure pain for him, just for him. It would hurt terribly and she would beg him to stop, sobbing against his firm hand, but they would know it was a ruse. They would know that she wanted to take pain for him.

The intimacy of the imagined moment left him unfulfilled once more.

Cleaning himself up, Severus dressed in his usual school robes, and shaking his head at his thoughts, went off to teach double potions.

“Everyone sit take their seats,” he stated briskly, swishing into the Potions classroom. “Your assignment is on the board. The necessary supplies are on the back table. You may begin.”

Students started preparing their potions, but who Severus was focusing on seemed a bit distracted. Hermione was avoiding Snape’s gaze, keeping her head down and seemingly concentrated on her potion.

“Ms. Granger,” Snape purred, coming up behind Hermione once again. “You have successfully ruined your potion. Congratulations.”
Hermione was puzzled, it seemed fine to her. At that point Snape vanquished her potion and said in an undertone “Don’t you dare argue with me, Ms. Granger… or, I’ll give you a late night detention.”

“But Sir, the potion was fine,” she implored, enjoying herself.

“Detention, tonight- 9 sharp,” said Severus with an undistinguishable expression.

“Yes, Professor Snape,” replied Hermione quietly. Their eyes met, and Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine. Snape’s eyes were as black as ever, but today, she felt that there was something primal in his gaze, something possessive.

Harry, sitting behind her, patted her hand. “Bastard really has it in for you. Sorry, Hermione”.

“It’s ok, Harry. He’s got it coming to him,” replied Hermione. Harry didn’t see the smile emerging from the edges of her mouth.