Shock Treatment

Chapter Two … Step Three

‘Step Three’ she thought while making her way to potions ‘well step three is going to be difficult for me’. Step three was in fact the one Hermione had spent the most time worrying about. After all in the “plan” step three was all about flirting and well Hermione was now confident enough to carry herself in a most alluring fashion she was just unsure if she had an inner flirt. The thought of twirling her hair and giggling was just out of the question, that was for girls like Lavander.

In her cruelest moments Hermione would think upon Lavander and her brains in a rather unfavorable fashion, comparing her to the brainless divas that were constantly plastered upon the telly. Sure, they were beautiful to look at with their bright eyes and flowing hair but in the end no one actually respected them and their giggly catch phrases. In a moment of clarity the previous year Hermione actually realized that Lavander was anything but stupid, she got decent marks and didn’t seem to have to work too terribly hard for them, but time and again she would forgo an intelligent conversation to ogle the school boys and pout her luscious lips. In Hermione’s mind that made her ten times worse then an idiot. She was a poser. What self respecting woman would deny her brains to giggle and ogle Quidditch teams?

That was Hermione’s one severe downfall, her need to have intelligent conversation. Somehow she couldn’t get the concept that she could be a flirt without denying her true personality. When she brought these concerns up with Ginny over breakfast the redhead tried to explain that you could be a bombshell and a brain but it took a lot more subtlety. Which is exactly why Ginny liked older men. Men like Remus understood subtlety and though he played dumb to her advances a lot Ginny said she could see in the spark in his eyes that he knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t mind it one iota.

So Hermione pondered these bits of information as she descended into the dungeons and pulled her school robes around her to ward of the chills from the damp space. She wandered into the classroom and lounged by her desk while she prepared her things for the day. Harry and Ron would be along shortly and encase her in true bodyguard fashion so, according to them, she wouldn’t have to be afraid of the big bad dungeons. She rolled her eyes at this thought; they really didn’t know her half as well as they thought.

So there she stood leaning against her desk, the first one into class as usual waiting for someone else to arrive. She didn’t see the shadow in the corner watching her with dark obsidian eyes, surveying the sway of her hips and pretending like he wasn’t doing so at all. It was then that the shit hit the proverbial fan. Draco and Pansy strolled in and nodded to her, they had given up their animosity after the war though they would never be friends, and some Ravenclaw boy followed behind them. It seemed she wasn’t the only one unaware of the shadowy Professor lurking in the corner for the Ravenclaw got it in his head to mess around with Hermione’s new look a bit.

Before she knew what was happening, the boy had whispered a charm sending a blast of wind in Hermione’s direction. Though at first the result was rather fetching, sending her hair flying behind her and bringing a rosy hue to her cheeks, it wasn’t long before he lost control of the cold air and had sent it swirling around her body opening her robes and throwing her skirt up around her thighs. Those few male students that had actually made it into NEWT level potions were busy shuffling in and were quickly stopped in their tracks at the visions before them. Their head girl was there in all her glory caught in a whirlwind trying desperately to hold onto her uniform to keep it from flying up and exposing her knickers to the class.

She had both hands planted firmly on the hem of her skirt doing an admirable job with keeping it under control but unfortunately that left her blouse free to begin tearing apart at the buttons. Luckily when it got to the button that was holding in her breasts the wind stopped suddenly and with a fire in her eyes, Hermione’s clothes were forgotten about as she whirled on the Ravenclaw. Snape was very close to stepping out of the shadows but remained still for the moment knowing he was sure to enjoy watching the girl release her fury on the poor sod. It took only a few quick swishes of her wand before she had transfigured his uniform into a skirt and blouse and had unleashed the wind right back on him, watching in vindictive amusement while he tried to keep all his bits covered. Though the scene was entertaining at the very least, and downright hilarious at the most, it was time to begin class and Severus had a duty to put the boy out of his misery, almost.

“Well as fun as that was” he began while stepping from the shadows sparing a smirk for those students that jumped. “I am afraid we must begin for the day. Miss Granger five point to Gryffindor for being creative in your hexes but stay after class to discuss improper use of magic in the dungeons. Mr. Tripp thirty points from Ravenclaw for starting something you couldn’t finish. Oh, and I believe you can wear your new outfit for the rest of the class”. He smirked at the horrified look on the boys face as he tried to sit on the stool without exposing himself to everyone in the room.

The class went by relatively peacefully after that with only minor interruptions from those students who still weren’t smart enough to keep their dunderheaded mouths shut for an hour. When he dismissed the class for the day he stayed at his desk, allowing Hermione to squirm a bit before standing and leading her into his office. She looked delectable in her uniform, worrying her bottom lip while preparing for the lashing he was bound to give her.

“Miss Granger, though I know you didn’t start the situation in class today, you need to understand that as Head Girl you have a duty to handle these things a bit more maturely then you did. I am going to also have to ask that you not dress like that any longer.”

“Sir, I am wearing my uniform, Lance had no right to do what he did. What am I supposed to do, cover myself from head to toe so I can stay away from some idiot with hormones?”

Snape looked a little taken back by her abrupt response. He was expecting her to meekly nod and apologize like usual then he could act superior and send her on her way duly chastised. What the hell had gotten into the girl between yesterday and today?

“You know very well what I mean Miss Granger. That may be your uniform but can you explain to me why it has miraculously shortened several inches gotten tighter since yesterday?”

“Growth spurt sir.”

“Detention tonight” he snapped. “Don’t be cute with me; you know very well you didn’t have a growth spurt in one night. I am going to tell you this only once, and then that will be the end of it, you are to wear your school robes fastened at all times in my classroom if you can’t find clothes with more material on them. I can not have distractions while volatile substances are being used.”

“Ohhh” she purred, starling her Professor out of his authoritarian stance while she slinked towards him. “You mean I distract YOU, well why didn’t you say so Sir, if my clothes are so distracting, I would be happy to take them off.”

To her surprise two pink spots appear on his pallid cheeks before he abruptly pulled open his office door and roared for her to get out.

“And don’t forget” he thundered “detention tonight and tomorrow night as well for your cheek. Now get out”

It did not take much convincing Hermione to turn on her heels and flee from the scary sight. What the hell had she gone and said that for? It just slipped out. Well, at least she now understood Ginny’s explanation about how flirting didn’t have to be brainless though she certainly wasn’t subtle about it. Why in Merlin’s name would she want to flirt with Snape anyway? She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to find Ginny and beg for help.

The classes until the end of the day seemed to crawl by and each minute that ticked closer to dinner was agony. Hermione desperately needed to speak to her friend about what she said. When the final bell sounded, it was with lightning speed that Hermione raced to the Great hall to find Ginny and pull her up to her room. Once their Ginny looked exasperated at her friend but seeing she was in need, quickly placed an order for dinner with Dobby and settled in for a chat.

The last thing she expected was to hear her friend blurt out “I flirted with someone today Ginny and it’s gotten me into trouble Gin.”

Ginny looked a bit taken aback by the statement but flashed Hermione her perfect grin and prepared to walk her friend through it.

“Mione it can’t be as bad as you think. Who did you flirt with?”

Hermione sighed and shot her friend a glare before murmuring her answer. “Professor Snape.”

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