Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 3 ~ The Appointment

Eight o'clock found Hermione standing outside Professor Snape's office. She wore jeans, a red t-shirt and trainers. It was after hours after all and she wasn't required to wear a school uniform when classes were out. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Miss Granger," answered the Potions Master.

Hermione pushed the door open to find Professor Snape sitting down at his desk. Obviously he didn't wear robes after hours either. He sat behind his desk looking at her, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a white fitted shirt, the first two buttons open, black pants and black boots. Hermione thought he looked a bit like a pirate for some reason. He certainly had the personality of one.

"Are you going to stand there gaping at me, or are you going to sit down, Miss Granger?" he asked her snarkily, his eyes raking over her clothing. "You're dressed quite casually for a teacher/student meeting."

"Well it is after hours, Professor," she replied, hoping she didn't come off as being a smartass. She needed to be on his good side. She sat down in the rickety chair he provided for visitors and looked at him.

"I'd like to know what my grade is in Potions, sir," Hermione stated.

The Potions Master looked at her consideringly.

"If you had perfect marks in your technical and academic areas, Miss Granger, you'd have a seventy-five or a "C" with your zero in attitude. However your marks are currently in the low sixties. Sixty-four to be exact. A "D," he said, smirking a little. "D" was borderline passing.

"A "D"!" Hermione said, horrified, "Professor that's barely passing."

"I know Miss Granger. Without any marks for attitude you are close to failing my class," he said smoothly. "Do you mind explaining to me why you've been making such an ass of yourself in my class to the point I had to spank yours today?"

Hermione looked at him. Was he that thick? Didn't he know why?

"It's the way you treated me on New Years Eve," she blurted out.

The Professor's eyes glittered.

"What do you mean, Miss Granger? I treated you like any wizard treats a witch that's willing to have casual sex. I fucked you and I sent you home. What more did you expect of me? I'm not going to marry you because I popped your cherry, Miss Granger," he said silkily, "And what we did has no bearing on our relationship as student/teacher. I am still your Professor, Miss Granger. You still have to conduct yourself properly in my class."

Hermione stared at him for a moment.

"But did you have to be so cold about it? I mean afterwards. You acted like nothing happened between us," she said, her voice quavering a bit.

Severus sighed.

"Miss Granger…Hermione. Listen to me. As far as I'm concerned, nothing did happen between us other than a sexual interlude between a woman and a man who have no true feelings for each other. I do not love you, Hermione. I don't even like you, to be honest, because you feel you're more brilliant than the sun, when you have less common sense than a niffler. I merely tolerate you, and you've managed to ruin that as well. Which resulted in your spanking today. I know you felt humiliated, but you have been humiliating me publicly for three weeks now, and today was the final straw. You deserved what you got."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably in the chair she was sitting in. She had taken some healing potion but was still a little sore. He had really beaten her good. The Potions Master's eyes swept over her again, and he continued.

"As for my coldness, don't act surprised about that. When have you not known me not to be cold? It is my nature. You've been having tantrums in my class for no good reason, Hermione, and it has to stop. Just because I've fucked you does not make me obligated to treat you any different than I have. You wanted to become a woman, I made you one…now you have to act the part. If you want a wizard that is going to be gah-gah because he dipped his wand in your cauldron, then I suggest you find one your own age who still finds pussy something special. I don't. I've had plenty of it. Other than being attached to different witches with varying degrees of tightness, trust me, it is all the same," the Potions Master said. Then his black eyes glinted.

"Although I have to admit yours is the tightest I've had in quite a long time," he added silkily his eyes resting on her thighs.

Hermione wanted to cover herself under that knowing gaze. She shifted uncomfortably, and Severus' eyes locked back on her face.

"Now that you are aware of how I see our New Years Eve tryst, do you still think I have purposely mistreated you?" he asked the witch.

"No. I guess you haven't," she said haltingly, though it still felt wrong to her.

"Good. Now you are thinking like a mature woman, and not some idealistic, romantic little chit," he replied, "I hope after today and after our talk you will behave yourself in my class…because if you don't, Miss Granger, next time I spank you the class won't see the profile. I will bend you over my desk so they get the full moon. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, reverting to proper student/teacher address.

"Yes sir," Hermione said quietly.

She wasn't going to win this one. He was not repentant, and honestly he had no cause to be. He had treated her the way he would have treated any other witch. But there was still the matter of her grades.

"But my grades, Professor. I need to get them up. How do I do that?" she asked him.

"Well, behavioral changes might insure they won't go down any further. I was seriously consider giving you negative marks so I could take your attitude below zero," he said.

"How about extra credit? Research papers? Extra brewing? Maybe I could brew some of your easier potions, freeing you up for other things? Please Professor, I need to pass your class with high marks or I won't be able to enroll in my university of choice," she said. "Or take my preferred major."

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"And what is that major, Miss Granger? Charms?" he asked with a sneer. Figures she'd end up being a wand waver.

"No. Potions. I want to be a Potions Mistress," Hermione replied.

Severus looked at the witch consideringly.

"If there's one thing I hate worse than a know-it-all, Miss Granger, it's a suck up," he said in a low voice.

Actually, he thought Hermione would be an excellent addition to the Potions field. She might shake things up a bit. The stuffy old Masters wouldn't know what to do with her. She'd give them all heart attacks with her opinions and theories, and love of debate. He'd like to see the old bastards bluster. But was she serious?

"I'm not sucking up," Hermione said, rather insulted that he thought that of her, but keeping her cool. Still, her eyes flashed and that's how the Potions Master knew she was telling the truth.

"I really want to be a Potions Mistress. Potions fascinate me. When I first came to your class and you gave that little speech about "brewing glory" and "putting a stopper in death," I thought you were just trying to make us think Potions was great. I didn't believe you really. I was all into spells and charms being a new witch and all. But over the years I've touched on the subtleties and power in potions. I think there is so much more to discover. It is a challenge and I've always loved challenges," she said earnestly. "And I want to go to Lewder's College of Potions and Elixirs. It is very expensive and I need a scholarship to get in."

Severus' eyebrow rose for a moment. Lewder's had the best Potions courses in the wizarding world, as well as the most difficult.

"I see," the Potions Master said, rising from behind his desk, walking over to his bookcase and pulling out a book. The wall opened.

"Come with me, Miss Granger," he said.

Hermione hesitated and he scowled at her.

"Stop acting like a child and come," he said to her imperiously, "I want to have a firewhiskey as we discuss your attitude marks."

He walked through the wall.

Hermione sat there uncomfortably for a moment. Walking into his rooms brought back memories of New Years Eve. She did her best not to relive those moments, blocking them out as best she could.

How could she walk into that serpent's den again?

"Are you coming, Miss Granger, or is our talk over?" Severus called, standing before the fireplace and watching the study entrance intently for the Gryffindor witch.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Hermione faltered, her eyes shifting from the open study wall to the office door, trying to decide what to do. Then she drew on her Gryffindor courage. The witch had to get her grades up in the Potions Master's class. Her entire future depended on it.

Hermione stood up, took a deep breath and entered the Potions Master's study.

As if on cue, the wall slid closed behind her.

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A/N: :::twilight zone music:::: I really don't think that was wise Hermione. Well, Severus laid it out on the line, didn't he? But what is he up to now? Not another logical seduction. Hmmm. Will Hermione fall for it again if he tries it? Maybe a little deal, perhaps? Who knows? Please review.