Careless Wishes

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Two weeks until NEWTs. The seventh years were nervously revising every last minute. The Desiderium Draught was not helping the Gryffindor and Slytherin Potions students to concentrate in the slightest and it was showing no signs of wearing off. Hermione herself had found it extremely difficult to concentrate on her assignments and revision for two reasons. Number one, she kept having completely distracting thoughts about her potions Professor, and number two whenever she fancied something, for example a drink or a snack, it would appear hovering in front of her. She was going to have to start watching what she wished for, she had the muggle tendency to put on weight rather easily.

She got up from the book laden table in the Gryffindor common room that Harry, Ron and herself were studying at and wandered across the common room to where Crookshanks was curled up in front of the fire. Absent mindedly stroking him she yawned. She hadn’t realised quite how tired she was. It was getting late, all of the younger students had already gone to bed and there were just a few students dotted around at he tables in the common room. She waved her wand at the pile of textbooks and practise test papers that littered around her place at the table, making them stack themselves neatly and jump into her brown leather schoolbag. With a quiet “wingardium leviosa” she levitated the bag, hanging it on a hook on the wall, ready for her to start studying again on the morrow. Thanking her stars that it was Saturday tomorrow, and that she didn’t really have to get up for anything, she waved goodnight to Harry and Ron and began to climb the girls dormitory stairs. The Head Girl’s room was right at the very top of Gryffindor Tower. She trudged up the stairs, her body exhausted but her mind relatively awake.

Entering her room, she decided to pamper herself a little. Since the potion incident she had been taking a bath almost every night, something she’d not really ever done. Taking a shower was infinitely more practical than a bath, it was more efficient, wasted less water and was quicker, but she had discovered that sinking into a hot bath with bubbles at the end of a long school day was infinitely more pleasurable than jumping into the shower, it also went some way to taking her mind off the side effect of the potion. Lusting after her Potions Master felt not so bad when she was pampering herself.

The Head Girl’s room was much more luxurious than the other students’ rooms. Her bed was mahogany with deep red and gold velvet hangings, it was much bigger than the beds in the other dormitories and her comforter and pillows were rich red and gold silk. She lit the myriad of candles around the room with a wave of her wand, creating a wonderful romantic mood. She undressed quickly, hanging her robes up and throwing her shirt, underwear and socks into the laundry chute, before striding naked into the bathroom that seemed to have read her thoughts and was already running her bath. She pinned her curls up on her head and lit a stick of incense, filling the room with the scent of Japanese plum. She tested the temperature of the water with the tip of her big toe before stepping into the tub and relaxing against the side.

Her body ached all over, especially her back, from carrying her heavy schoolbag around the castle all day. She let her aches and pains seep out of her into the water as she relaxed. Images of her Potions Master crept into her mind and she let a fleeting smirk cross her face as she envisioned his hands fisted in her hair as he kissed her passionately. She let her thoughts stray to his lips, thin, but with a curve to them that was so enticing. She envisioned his lips and as she did, her tongue flicked out to wet her own. She knew that it would be very unlikely, but she wished that he would let her taste those lips someday.

She snapped out of her reverie as she felt her lips being captured in a strong, passionate kiss. A tongue slipped between her lips to caress her own and she felt hands tangling themselves in her hair. The kiss ended and she opened her eyes, only to find herself face to face with Professor Snape, still fully clothed, dripping wet and with an intense look of surprise on his face.

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Severus had been enjoying a good book in his rooms. He had closed his book, put it down on the coffee table next to his armchair and stood, stretching himself out and intending to go and take a shower. The next thing he knew he was fully clothed in the Head Girl’s bathtub kissing her.

He gripped the side of the tub and pulled himself out, sending waves of soapy water cascading over the side of the tub and over the pale marble floor. He pushed his sopping hair out of his face with both hands and looked at a rather startled Hermione who was, thankfully, kept decent by the mounds of bubbles.

“Miss Granger,” he asked without meeting her gaze, “Did you wish for this?”

Hermione gulped. It was pretty obvious that she had wished for it. She closed her eyes, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

“Yes, Professor Snape, I’m afraid I did.” She looked down, waiting for the eruption of anger that was inevitable, then opened her eyes again when it didn’t come. Instead he was sitting on the stool of her vanity table, his hands kneading his forehead.

“Professor?” Hermione whispered. He looked up at her, his mask of nastiness gone. He sighed and put his head back into his hands.

“Professor?” She repeated. He sighed again.

“Miss Granger. I have been suffering from the side effects of the potion too. What I am yearning to do is expressly against school rules. Merlin only knows why, but I seem to have lost my control.” Hermione noted that his hands were shaking. She smiled, an evil thought that she could use this to her advantage snaked into her mind briefly, before she pushed it away.

“Professor, could you pass me a towel? We need to talk about this, but it’s rather difficult when I’m in the tub.” He looked up and she was holding out her hand. He turned around and found a towel rack. He pulled a bath towel from the rack and held it out to her, turning around to let her get out of the tub with some modesty. She put her hand gently on his shoulder and he turned back to her.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere other than your bathroom, Miss Granger.” She nodded and he turned the knob on the door.

The door wouldn’t move.