Of Detentions and Worktables...

Hermione skipped dinner that evening in order to prepare for her detention. She wasn’t setting out to seduce him or anything like that- she just couldn’t bear to look unattractive in his presence. She ironed her curls straight, fixed her makeup so it looked as if she rolled out of bed bright-eyed and radiant, and she donned her shortest kilt and tiniest white blouse.

On the way down to the dungeons, she stopped for a cherry ice lolly and strawberry milkshake in the kitchens. She tried to finish as much as possible of her makeshift dinner on the long walk downstairs, but she was still sucking down the dregs of her milkshake when she reached the dungeons.

“Skip dinner, did we, Miss Granger? Please throw that out before you take your seat. No, on second thought, keep the ice lolly,” she was confused as to why he allowed it, but she wasn’t complaining, and returned to happily tonguing the cold, sweet length of her ice lolly.

Severus stared. “What, haven’t you ever seen an ice pop before?” she took her seat and looked back at him. “What do you want me to do tonight?” she said, making the entire lolly disappear in her mouth.

Shag me silly, he thought, but quickly banished the idea from his head. Severus... a little voice appeared in the recesses of his brain... you could slip her a lust potion and no one would be the wiser...

This is Granger you’re dealing with, you git- not only would she probably be able to detect it and get you fired before you could say “pedant,” but she’d have a five foot long essay on the morality of lust potions in student teacher relationships on your desk the next morning. Oh, and it’s wrong. His respectable teacher side dueled with his conniving Slytherin side as he sneered at her.

“Lines, Miss Granger. A hundred lines of the sentence on the blackboard.” Written on the blackboard was the phrase, “I, Hermione Granger, do so solemnly swear to heretofore devote my undivided attention to the lovely and talented Professor Severus Snape during all of my future Potions lessons.”

Git, she thought, as she settled down to the task at hand. An hour and a half later, she was about halfway through her assignment. Her hand ached, and her head hurt. Severus sat at his desk, sipping from a small glass of firewhiskey and occasionally glancing her way. Their eyes frequently met.

Hermione crossed and uncrossed her legs. This is taking ages, she thought, as she snuck another look at her professor. She strangely was dreading the end of tssigssignment, when she would have to say good night to her Potions Master and return, alone, to her Head Girl’s quarters. She realized she needed to use the girls’ room again, and approached his desk.

“Sev- Professor Snape?” she blushed at her imprudence as he eyed her with a bemused expression on his face.

“Yes... Hermione?” he slurred ever so slightly. It sounded as if he were on the road to intoxication. Not necessarily there, but getting there. She stifled a giggle.

“May I go use the girls’ room?” she asked.

“Of course. How far have you gotten in your work?”

“Sixty-four lines.”

“A bit slow, aren’t we? Very well. Hurry up, I’ll look it over,” she raced down the corridor, and he sat on her worktable. Sixty-four evenly spaced lines wereipteipted perfectly on the page. He sat admiring her elegant cursive, until he heard her steps in the hallway outside the door.

“Miss Granger, this is entirely unacceptable. I’ve never seen such an untidy scrawl in my entire teaching career. You’ll have to start over. I’ve taken the liberty of wiping your scroll clean,” he held up her parchment, which was, indeed, blank.

Anger simmered in her and she walked over to him. Less than an inch from his face, she whispered furiously, “It was perfect and you know it!” He laughed, a great hearty laugh that told her he was very much enjoying her display, which enraged her further. “You great greasy bastard! This isn’t funny at all!” He laughed harder, and it dawned on her that she hadn’t ever heard him laugh before. She looked at him crossly.

“Hermione.” He looked at her, still smiling, but his eyes were kind. She stared back irately. “You’re very attractive when you’re angry,” the words slipped out, and she stared at him in shock.

“What?!” she was completely bewildered now. He turned away and rested his hand on the worktable.

He rubbed his temple. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You may leave.” She walked over to him.

“No.”

“I said leave!” He was the one who was angry now, and she was savoring it.

“No. You think I’m cute. You like me!” She laughed wildly, and his anger grew.

“Stop it!” he grabbed her wrist.

“Hey, quit it!” she whined, and tried to disentangle herself. She was obviously intrigued, however, and he grabbed her other wrist just as roughly. “Stop it... Severus...” she growled huskily, and he looked at her, his black eyes flashing.

“What are you going to do if I don’t... Hermione?” he looked at her, smirking as she halfheartedly squirmed. She bit her lip.

“Oh, no, this won’t do at all. I need my hands, don’t I?” with a wave of his wand, she was bound, hand and foot, to the worktable. She could smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath, and the naughtiness of it turned her on further. She was dampening involuntarily between her legs, and she was half nervous, half ravenous for him, as he sat, surveying her silently.

“You’re very beautiful, Hermione,” he said, as he roughly ripped her shirt open. He manipulated her right breast harshly, and it was oh so pleasing to her. She tilted her head back and moaned. In the involuntary archin her her back, her skirt crept up. He traced his hand down to the hem of her skirt. “No panties, Miss Granger? Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He began to withdraw his hand.

“Please....” she moaned.

He laughed. “All in good time, love.” He turned his attention back to her breasts, massaging them roughly for a minute or so before taking one in his mouth, sucking at it as she moaned, and the biting ever so softly. She yelped. He continued this delicious torture for some time, and she moaned again.

“Severus, please...”

“Want something, love?” he asked, through a mouthful of breast.

“Please, Severus. Please...” he let her continue to beg before beginning the slow journey downward. After what seemed like hours to her, he finally began to lick and nibble further down. He deftly found the correct area, and swiftly brought her to near orgasm several times. Finally, he acquiesced, and she came vigorously, writhing as much as her restraints would allow. He released her.

She immediately droppe her her knees. He tilted his head back, and she unzipped his trousers, eagerly taking him into her mouth. He groaned and tousled her hair. “Hermione...” he said, “you don’t have to do this.”

She stopped and looked up at him. “Are you kidding? I’ven fan fantasizing about this for years,” she said, and immediately returned to her work. He allowed her to work her magic for a while, and magic it was indeed. Schoolwork was not her only area of extraordinary achievement, he noted dryly to himself, as she pleasured him skillfully. Reluctantly, he stopped her, easing her up to standing level.

She looked at him intensely. “Did you not like it?”

“Ah, no, love, it was amazing. It’s just that if you continued much longer...” he trailed off, hoping she would grasp the implication. She stared at him with a face of mock ignorance.

“So?” she inquired, sweetly.

“So...”

“I want to hear you say it. I’ve wanted this a long time.”

“Make love to me, darling,” he said and she melted into his arms and pushed him back onto the worktablroppropping her feet on chairs at either side of him. “Wait...” he said, and waved his wand. They were both instantly naked, and she wasted no time in positioning herself over his stiff length. She lowered herself, sheathing him entirely, and thoth oth sighed. She began to rock back and forth, and he thrusted upward.

“Oh, Severus...” she grasped his hands and he stared into her eyes. She placed his hands over her ass, and he gripped her tightly, encouraging her movements. They began to move more rapidly, and he pulled her down to him.

“Hermione... Hermione.... Oh....” he whispered in her ear. They clutched each other steadfastly, as he pierced her as deeply as possible. She felt so complete, so content, that she simultaneously wished it would go on forever, and that he would come fiercely.

Her wish was granted, in part, as his thrusts became nearly violent. She grabbed at his hair in handfuls as he spilled into her, breathing her name. They lay for a few minutes, unable to move, before moving to a large, soft chair in his office. He took her on his lap, and she cuddled closely to him, breathing in his pleasant scent.

“I meant what I said, earlier... Miss Granger,” he said softly, “and I do expect you back tomorrow night to repeat your... detention.”

She laughed softly, and soon fell asleep, smiling in his strong, safe arms.