The Most Powerful Urge Of All

A/N: Now on with the story!:) Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two - 'Make Me Hate You'

Hermione's butt stung like crazy by stroke fifteen. It was an odd mixture of outright pain and unexpected pleasure.

Instinctively, her palm reached for her buttocks in order to rub it and felt her heart skip a beat when Snape grabbed Hermione's wrist, preventing her attempt to soothe the pain.

"You are not supposed to ease it." Snape ordered, releasing her skirt from the waistband.

Hermione was relieved and disappointed at the same time at this weird and confusing situation apparently being over and so abruptly too.

"This is still part of your punishment.” He continued in his snide tone of voice. "When the lingering pain subsides, little by little, you will have time to think about your mischief and internalise its consequences."

"Yes, Professor." Hermione replied, still bent over the desk, not daring to move an inch. Snape's voice was even more terrifying when she couldn't see him.

"Now turn around, girl." She heard him say.

Girl? He had only called me girl once, in year one, and then it had been 'silly girl'...

Hermione recalled the past and did as she was told. When she had turned around, she realised that her professor was still standing quite close, staring down at her, not minding her personal space one bit.

"This was your first spanking, I presume?" He asked softly.

"Yes, Sir. First and only." This time Hermione held his gaze, trying to find just the tiniest hint of emotion in his eyes. It was hard to tell if his pupils had dilated – which Hermione knew would have been an unmistakable sign of arousal – as they were almost black by nature already. Silent seconds passed as they gauged each other intensely.

"And you deserved it, didn't you?" Snape asked, inclining his head.

Hermione wasn't sure what to answer; after all she had blown up school property. "Probably, Sir." Hermione reluctantly answered and blushed.

Hermione thought she heard Snape inhale sharply, however suppressed, as he formed the next question. "...and you enjoyed it." Instantly Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Didn't you, naughty girl." It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Oh boy, now it was even 'naughty' girl? Blimey!

Since she was obviously too confused to answer, Snape began to speak again. "Do not even attempt to lie to me, Miss Granger.” Hermione felt the adrenaline rushing through her veins, her heart racing. Raising an eyebrow, the professor continued. "Your scent has already betrayed you, so there is no use denying it."

No, he hadn't said that, did he? Oh my god! Busted!

Holding her breath, Hermione bit back the urge to just run and hide somewhere. This was so shameful, so embarrassing. Snape knew. He had known all this time! And now he was jibing at her.

Oh, what a cruel man you are, Severus Snape!

Hermione didn't know what to say; neither did she know what to do. Being speechless, she just kept staring at him, hoping this all was just a just a bad dream.

"Breathe, Miss Granger." Snape said sardonically. "Fainting has become unfashionable since at least a century." Since Hermione seemed to be completely intimidated, he took a step back, his black orbs not leaving hers for one instant. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief.

"However, I am curious how you are going to..." Snape paused for effect. "...explain this rather fatal and mislead attraction toward my person." He crossed his arms and waited for Hermione to finally find her tongue again.

Tears were flooding her eyes as Hermione yelled in frustration. "Explain? You want me to explain this?" She trembled in every limb. "How am I supposed to explain something I don't understand myself? I'm going mad with these feelings and the hell do I know why!" Hermione blubbered out. "I just want you to..."

Snape narrowed his eyes. "...want me to...what?"

Hermione swallowed audibly. "Release me from this obsession before I'm go completely mad!" She shouted, surprised by her sudden braveness.

Unexpectedly, the professor shortened the distance again, effectively capturing Hermione with his arms between the desk and himself, his face just inches away from hers now. "Be careful what you wish for, little girl." He hissed.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, answering quietly. "Please, Professor...make me hate you..."

‘...so I can stop hating myself for craving for this...’ She finished silently in her mind.

Snape winced. "Make me hate you." Her inept words echoed in his mind, and they did hurt. "Walk in the park." He murmured, replacing the unwanted and grievous emotion with common sense, he gave preference to biology and logic to justify his intentions. It was a clear fact that nothing but the most powerful urge of all, the human sex drive, had brought Hermione Granger to him tonight, although she might not be aware of it... yet.

An urge, so much more powerful than hatred or love, which was, biologically speaking, mostly a simple, short-lived hormonal imbalance.

A thought flashed through his mind. Since sex was a very rare occurrence for him, why deny it? After all, she was literally begging for it, though in a very clumsy way. No, he couldn't do that...or could he?

After considering for a little while, he lifted Hermione by the hips, aquiver with excitement, and placed her easily upon the table surface, facing him. "Lean back." He commanded.

Hermione complied, painfully reminded of the mess of purple welts on her butt as she did so. Closing her eyes, she suddenly realised that her anxiety, fear and confusion began to give way for joyful anticipation.

Her breathing hitched as she felt her skirt being tucked in the waistband again, followed by the removal of her knickers. She preferred to keep her eyes shut; then she heard the rustle of fabric and finally felt Snape's hand upon her thigh.

"You have done this before?" The professor asked in a hoarse voice.

Er, lying on her back upon her teacher's desk with no panties on? - Um, well, no!

Hermione looked up and frowned. "Done what?"

"Sex, silly girl." He replied, looking annoyed.

Oh great, now we're back to 'silly girl' again...

"Um...yes?" Hermione blushed even deeper. Snape nodded in silent approval and Hermione was grateful he didn't ask for further details. Snape suspected Ronald Weasley having played a part in that matter; however, it was none of his business so why should he care? Though, it remained to be seen if Miss Granger had taken it into consideration that there was most likely a difference in 'dimension' between a teenage boy and a fully-grown man...

To be concluded soon...^^

A/N: Mwahahaha.^^ It seems as if Hermione would be getting more than she has bargained for... *LOL* Please review. Thanks. ;)