Confessions of a Levelheaded Witch

Chapter 3

When I finally arrived at Professor Snape’s office, I was fully prepared to become a practicing Satanist. Surely, old Lucifer wouldn\'t be as cruel as God was being lately. Between the conversation I just had with Ron and Harry about how impossible it was to think of me as a sex object and having this detention in the first place, I should have known better than to think God would take pity on me and somehow I would make it in time for my detention. As I knocked on the huge wooden door to Snape’s private office, I knew that up in Heaven the all knowing and obviously sadistic deity was sitting up there on a fluffy white cloud laughing manically and pointing at me.

“Enter,” came the smooth but very annoyed sounding voice of my professor.

I entered through the door and slowly walked toward his desk. My heart began to race dread and maybe even a little desire. I am such a screwed up individual was all I could think! He appeared to be marking with red ink on what I can only assume was someone’s assignment from this afternoon. I pity that poor sucker because Snape was doing A LOT of marking! He was wearing his trademark scowl and his shiny black hair had fallen in his face on the left side. As I approached his desk, my fingers itched to reach out and tuck it ever so lightly behind his ear. I just know it’s not as greasy as the boys say it is. It looks so thick and glossy. My fingers began to twitch as I thought about it and I bit my lower lip in hopes that I would distract myself from doing something that would get me killed or worse!

He put his quill down and looked up with the usual cold stern expression on his face. He pointed to the seat in front of his desk and sgrufgruffly, “Sit down, Miss Granger.” I obeyed immediately; thinking anything you say, anything you want, any way, any day, any time! Then I bowed my head and blushed at my own shameless thoughts. Maybe Ron and Harry were right. Maybe I’m not a sexy girl after all. I blush at my own dirty thoughts for pete\'s sake. I became disgusted with myself at my own stupidity. It’s not as if he can read my mind…wait a minute…yes, he can! The man was skilled enough at Occlumency Leg Legilimency that Dumbledore wanted him to teach Harry!

“Oh shit!” I said as I looked up.

“I beg your pardon, Miss Granger!” Snape exclaimed looking briefly shocked and then again quite irritated. Well, he obviously hadn\'t been reading my mind.

Snape stood up and walked around his desk. He stopped just a few feet in front of me with his hands folded over his chest.

“Miss Granger, I might have grudgingly thought you to be an intelligent young witch, but quite frankly you seem to have lost your mind. For the past few weekshavehave noticed that your attention seems to be anywhere but on your potions lessons. Today, you were obviously indulging in some lurid fantasy while I was trying to teach. Now, you come to my office 5 minutes late for a detention and out of nowhere spout off profanity! As Head Girl, you are expected to set the standard for the younger girls here at Hogwarts. I thought you a superior mind with a thirst for knowledge not like the rest of those twitter brained, hormonally challenged, over-sexed females in your year. However your behavior lately is appalling!” He said as he looked at me like I was some huge disappointment and he was disgusted with my current behavior.

Now, normally I would have been ecstatic with the fact that my sexy, snarky professor had issued me the highest of praises saying I had a superior mind. Sure, he did it while he was ranting about my disorderly conduct, but unless my hearing is rusty (and it isn\'t thank you very much!), that bastard, in his own way said the same damn thing Ron and Harry had just insultingly told me less then 10 minutes ago. I couldn\'t believe it! I looked up at him eyes wild and full of rage.

“That’s it! ” I screeched and he backed up as I jumped from my seat. I jabbed him with my pointer finger and backed him against a nearby bookshelf as I ranted, “Just what is it that gives the men in this ca the the opinion that I’m not a normal female? That I don\'t have needs? That I can\'t be sexy? That I don\'t have fantasies and desires?” He was in utter shock as I am sure no one has ever before dared to screech at him. Either that or he thought I had completely lost my mind and didn\'t have time to think about what to do yet.

“Well, just for Ron, Harry, and your information, Professor, I happen to be a living breathing woman!” I continued as I ripped open my robe and my white button down shirt all at one time, exposing my white lace demi bra and pushed my chest against his. I guess when you\'re pissed enough the adrenaline really gets going! First, he looked even more shocked. Then he looked down at my chest and after getting an eye full quickly at the ceiling.

“Look at me, professor.” I purred “Do you know what I was thinking about during class today?”

“Mmmiss Granger,” he stammered trying to inch closer to the shelf he was already plastered to, “for Heaven’s sake cover yourself, you silly foolish girl!”

“Oh no,” I said, “I want you to look at me. I’m a woman, professor. I’m a woman, with needs just like other females. I have desires and fantasies. I have fantasies about you, you know. My knickers get wet just listening to you talk in class.” I had completely gone nutters, but at least I was being honest.

“Miss Granger!” Snape exclaimed incredulously. “First of all, I have no interest in your knickers what so ever! Second, you can\'t possibly expect me to take you seriously. I know what you students think and say about me. If this is some crazy scheme to get out of detention, you better think again. Now for Merlin’s sake, cover yourself.” He sneered, eyes narrowed as he pushed me back trying to get away.

Too bad for him, I wasn\'t backing down an inch. I pushed him hard back against the shelf and put both my hands on either side of his body to trap him there. Snape tried to look me dead in the eye, but I’m a head shorter then he is and quite well endowed. I guess God was compensating for the rats nest that is sometimes called my hair. I may not be much from the neck up, but from the neck down the lord was much more merciful. I noticed that he was having trouble keeping eye contact with my chest exposed and pressed against him. That\'s when I realized I was probably going to be expelled after this little episode anyway. I might as well go the whole way, I thought. You know what they say in for a knut in for a galleon!

I moved my left hand from the shelf and snaked it up his chest as I purred at him, “I could care less about what other people say. I think you\'re sexy. You may not be some grinning Gilderoy Lockhart, but you have a sex appeal all your own and I like it.”

When my hand reached his collar, I grabbed the material of his heavy black robe, yanked him down and kissed him hard on the mouth. He didn\'t respond at first. Once he realized what I was doing he tried to push me away, but I had a firm grasp on his robe and my right hand held his head at the base of his neck. As soon as he accepted I was in control he relaxed and things began to heat up between us. He finally put his arms around me, his hands resting on my lower back. Then the most amazing thing happened! He returned my kiss with the same force I was using on him!

Without warning he pulled away just enough to nibble at my bottom lip. I was completely surprised by the move and I gasped at the pleasurable feel of it. He took full advantage by sliding his tongue in when my mouth opened. I felt my body begin to tingle and pulsate with heat as we began a mating of tongues. I tried to step as close to him as I could get. I wanted to absorb into his body he felt so good. He pulled me against him and I moaned when his hand slid to my rear and squeezed my right cheek. I had no idea what I was doing but I wanted to feel more of that! After some time, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. We were both standing there breathing heavily and grinning like mad Cheshire cats.