In Other Alternate Universes

Head boy Severus Snape was making his rounds and walked down the dungeon corridor, checking niches for rulebreakers. It was a Friday night, and Fridays were good shagging days since there were no classes on Saturdays.

He didn't find anyone and was glad of it. It was a pain to break up shagging couples . . . though he didn't do it immediately.

He liked to watch.

To date, Severus hadn't shagged anyone yet. He was more concerned with his marks than making his mark. But he knew all about the mechanics of sex. He'd been studying the Kama Sutra since his fifth year. He wasn't against sex, it was just that courting witches to the point of sex was just too time consuming and he had no guarantee that despite his efforts they'd actually put out in the end. So, he focused on what he knew he could accomplish . . . keeping his marks up.

The young Gryffindor walked past the Potions office, reflexively converting to tiptoes. The gods knew he didn't want to disturb professor Granger, who seemed able to hear through the thickest walls. Professor Granger seemed to have only three settings: mean, meaner and meanest. It didn’t matter if he belonged in the dungeons or not, the snarky witch would give him what for. It was just her nature. The dungeons were her piece of the earth and trespassers would feel her wrath.

He sighed with relief as he looked back and saw the door hadn’t opened. He hurried down the rest of the corridor to the blank wall that hid the Slytherin house entrance, then turned and made his way back up the hall.

More confident, Severus didn’t bother to revert to tiptoes this time, feeling Granger wasn’t in her office.

Being over-confident was never wise.

Suddenly the Potions office door flew open, a hand shot out, caught him by the collar and yanked him inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Completely shocked, Severus found himself face to face with one Professor Granger. Her narrowed brown eyes met his.

”In the dungeon corridors again, Mr. Snape,” she said softly, not releasing her tight grip.

”Y . . .yes, professor. I was doing my rounds,” he replied shakily.

”I was doing my rounds,” she mocked him.

Severus looked at her closely. Her eyes were glinting and he could smell Firewhiskey.

He didn’t say anything and the witch released him, the young wizard shrugging his shoulders and fixing his robes. Then he addressed her.

”Do . . . do you want something, professor?” he asked her, hoping the question wouldn’t piss her off any further.

She looked at him consideringly.

”Mr. Snape, you are eighteen are you not?” she asked him, her voice rather thick.

”Yes, professor,” he replied.

Hermione didn’t say anything for a moment, but her brown eyes swept over him speculatively.

”You have quite a large nose, Mr. Snape,” she said, “I wonder is it true what they say about wizards with large noses.”

Severus blinked, not knowing what to say to this, although he definitely understood the connotation, and he definitely did live up to that theory. He was quite well-endowed.

“Probably a myth or urban legend,” the witch spat, walking to the far wall and pulling on a torch so it slid up. She looked back at Severus.

“Follow me, Mr. Snape,” she ordered, walking through.

Severus hesitated, then obediently followed. His black eyes immediately turned hungry at the number of black and brown books that rested on ceiling to floor shelves. He could make out some of the titles and his mouth nearly watered.

Hermione was standing by the fireplace, looking at him, his hunger evident.

”I see you get wood for books, Mr. Snape,” she said softly. “I have quite the collection. Very rare tomes that have been out of print for centuries, full of forgotten lore and forbidden spells. Makes for very interesting reading, don’t you think?”

”Yesssss,” Severus breathed, his eyes still washing over the books.

”Would you like . . . access to my library?” Hermione purred at him.

Severus now looked at her, blinking. She was offering him access to her books? Why? Professor Granger wasn’t at all kind or giving. There were horror stories about her reactions to anyone attempting to peruse her library.

“Yes, I would love to have access, professor . . . but . . .why would you give it to me?” he asked her.

Hermione picked up a half full glass of Firewhiskey rested on a small table between two armchairs and downed it. She licked her lips. Severus felt a little pulse in his belly at the way she looked at him. It wasn’t her normal, harsh look. Still, it was rather predatory.

”I wouldn’t be actually ‘giving’ you access, Mr. Snape. It would be a kind of . . . trade-off,” she said, her voice rather husky.

”A . . . a trade-off?” Severus repeated, trying to process this. “But, what could I possibly give you that would be worth me having access to your library? I’m only a seventh-year, professor. I have nothing to barter with.”

Hermione gave a throaty laugh.

”Ah, there you are wrong, Mr. Snape. All I would need is your cooperation and an Oath of Silence,” she said to him softly. “And you can peruse my books all you like until graduation.”

Severus thought about this. There were several more months of school left. He could get in a lot of reading between now and then.

”What would I have to do?” he asked her curiously.

Hermione’s lip curled.

”First give me an Oath that anything that is said or done tonight will go no further and remain between you and I,” the witch said.

Again, Severus had that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, but . . . those books, those beautiful, fabulous, wondrous books. What he could learn from them. He looked at the witch, standing before the flames. They seemed to lick all around her, as if . . . as if she stood within them, Almost . . . almost like a demoness offering him the world for his soul. But he didn’t think she’d want his soul, even though many suspected she was soulless.

He gave her the oath. Hermione smiled, and Severus was shocked at how much younger she looked. She never smiled. The best she’d do was a snarl-like flash of teeth.

”Good, now, come over here and take a seat, Mr. Snape and I’ll clue you in on what you have to do to gain access to my wonderful library,” she purred at him.

Severus walked over and slowly lowered himself into one of the armchairs.

Hermione looked down at him. He was a brilliant young wizard and quite handsome, even with that huge honker. His black hair just reached his collar, deep black and silky. His complexion was like alabaster, pale, smooth and his eyes were dark and intense. All in all quite an attractive package. It was really too bad he was a Gryffindor.

But tonight, she could overlook that.

“Mr. Snape, I am going to be direct with you. It’s a simple matter really . . . first I must ask you, do you find me . . . repulsive?”

Severus blinked at her. Her hair was a bit bushy, and usually her face was screwed up, but like this . . . she really didn’t look too bad. She wasn’t beautiful, but she certainly wasn’t repulsive.

“No,” he said softly, “you’re not repulsive in the least, professor, although you’d look better if you scowled less.”

Hermione smirked.

”Ah, Gryffindors. Honest to a fault. Thank you for that bit of advice, but normally I’m not interested in appearing attractive to anyone, Mr. Snape . . . normally. Well, at least you find me bearable. That, coupled with your youth ought to be enough . . .” she said to him, reaching up and unfastening the top button of her robes.

Severus’ eyes went wide as her hand slipped down to the next fastener.

”Professor?” he said, his voice cracking as she unfastened the next fastener. “What . . . what are you doing?”

Hermione stopped opening her robes.

”Mr. Snape. I live a rather lonely life. I have no one to indulge myself with. Usually, I take the matter in hand,” she said to him softly, “however tonight I’ve decided that I would prefer something . . . someone . . . animate. Do you understand me?”

Severus swallowed, blinking up at her.

”Have you ever shagged anyone, Severus?” she asked him seductively, her eyes glittering at him as she used his given name.

”No,” he said weakly.

”Well, it’s nature, believe me,” the witch said, “and I am in the mood to get ‘down to earth’ if you agree to accommodate me. In exchange, you may read any book in my library to your heart’s content. The only stipulation is you will have to do it in my quarters.”

”You, you want me to shag you, professor?” Severus asked her, his trousers suddenly feeling very tight.

“I don’t shag . . . I fuck, Severus . . . but yes. I would like to engage you. I promise it will be pleasant. I’m quite . . . gifted in the art, much like I am in Potions,” she replied.

She couldn’t help smirking as the young wizard went even paler.

”Of course, it is up to you. I won’t force you. It’s just that I find you appealing on a number of levels, your youth the only drawback. You are pleasant on the eyes and have more than dust between your ears. It isn’t uncommon that a young wizard of your age has his first experience with an older woman.”

“But . . . you’re a teacher,” Severus said, feeling his erection throbbing. Sex? Wow.

”There are no rules against teachers engaging students of the Age of Consent. It’s been occurring since Hogwarts was first erected, although kept on the ‘down low’ as it were. All I need is your assent, Severus. I’ll take it from there. Will you engage me?”

Severus looked at the witch before him. She was twice his age, but brilliant in her own right. He could hardly believe she chose him. Well, he did want to have sex . . . what young wizard didn’t? Plus, he’d have access to her books.”

”Yes. Yes, I will professor,” he replied.

Hermione gave him her brightest smile.

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A/N: Ah, a rather predatory, manipulative Hermione. Really fun to write her like this. Hooray for Alternative Universes. :)))