She Said What?

right... so here we go. what you will find contained within this written work does not belong to me. i am merely borrowing it, so i may play to my wicked little heart\'s desire. so that i may twist them and torture them as i will. make them do unspeakable things. use them to.... oh wait. sorry, i was looking at my written plans for world domination. ~quickly files papers away for further, later examination~ now where was i? oh yes.... i am borrowing characters from the wonderfully talented j.k. rowling. i promise to give them back when finished. honestly, i will. and i\'m not doing this for any money.... but, when i take over the world... it\'ll all be mine! mine, i tell you! ~evil laughter~

~slap~ snap out of it! ok, so.... anyway. this is a standard here with me by now. there will be raunch, smut, and filth to ensue. eventually. hang in there long enough, and the payoff will be rewarding. for now, it\'s still fairly tame. maybe ~evil grin~

please feel free to offer up a few words as to what you think. i will even accept helpful criticism. i am trying to make this somewhat believable.... but do not flame me. i will use them to roast certain tender parts of your posterior. catch my drift. and the dragons are mulitplying. i think i might needot send them off to romania..... i\'m not sure.

Chapter Four: Detention: Not Just For Students Anymore
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Hermione stopped before the closed door of the Potions classroom. She glanced at her watch, noting with satisfaction that it was still three minutes before the eight o\'clock hour. She may have to serve this detention for not following directions, but she\'d be damned if she had to serve another with the slimy git for being late by thirty seconds. She sighed. This was not her idea of a perfectly spent evening. She had a stack of books in her dorm room that she had planned on getting through tonight. It appeared that she would not be getting to them tonight. If she knew Snape, he would do every unpleasant thing he could bloody well think of to make her as miserable as he possibly could.

She wrapped a hand over the knob, giving it a slow turn. No point in rushing this. She wasn\'t in any great hurry to step beyond the threshold. Which completely contradicted the whole idea of arriving early. Squaring her shoulders up, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was nearly dark, a few torches flickering on the far side to cast a faint illumination to the dungeon chamber. She took a few steps into the room.

\'Close the door, Miss Granger. I see you managed to make it here on time. Pity,\' Snape\'s voice flowed from the far corner, where she knew his desk was. The light there was low, but she could see him well enough. The flickering flame speared over the top of his head, making his hair appear all the more inky and oily. The image did nothing to make her feel any better. It didn\'t help, either, that he sounded rather disappointed that she had appeared before the alloted time. She was certain he was rather upset that he could not assign another detention to her for her inability to tell time.

Closing the door behind her, Hermione stepped further into the room. She had to admit that Snape cut an imposing figure, sitting behind his desk as he was. A lamp on the flat top was lit, set in the upper corner so it could cast it\'s light over the pile of papers before him. A quill was clasped in his hand, but his attention was focused on where she stood. She could see the glitter of his eyes in the semi-darkness. She was glad he was ever one to keep his face expressionless, as it was probable she would not like it at all. One of the tables at the front held a lit candle and a small pile of books. She moved toward it silently.

Without being told, she sat and looked up at him expectantly. A decidely evil smile slowly unfurled across his face, spreading his lips wide into an unfamiliar expression. Hermione wasn\'t sure she was comfortable with what she was seeing, but she wasn\'t about to let him know that she found the look unsettling. Even frightening. She settled her ever present bag down upon the table next to the stack of books. He set down his quill, then slipped from his stool to move around and stand before his desk. In a move unlike him, he put his hands behind his back and strolled foward until he stood only a few inches from the edge of the table where she sat.

\'For your detention this evening,\' he drawled, looking down upon her with a gleam in his eye that she found she didn\'t care for at all. She had to wonder what the slimy bastard had planned now. One hand came out from behind his back to strum his fingers over the top of the first book on the pile. It drew her attention to it. She could feel the blush that stained her cheeks at the title. \"The Wizard\'s Guide to the Magical Kama Sutra.\" She managed to drag her attention back to his face. It was a mistake. He was now practically leering at her, the evil grin now full of the pleasure he was taking from causing her extreme discomfort. \'You will give me six feet of parchment on the contents of these books. Specifically, the ways men and women can give one another pleasure.\'

\'You want me to write.... pornography?\' she asked, her voice the smallest bit breathless over the prospect of what she was going to have to read. See. She was sure that this assignment was meant to make her uncomfortable and not the smallest bit flustered. He inclined his head a moment, then turned and stalked back toward his desk.

\' I can hardly call it pornography, Miss Granger,\' he stopped and whipped back around to face her. \'Pornography is the act of watching another party engage in the act of sexual pleasure. This is a merely a report. Now, since there are ten books in the pile and you are an avid reader, I do not think that six feet is too much to expect of you.\'

She watched him, wide-eyed, as he moved back behind the desk. He took his seat once more, lifting his quill to work at the pile of parchment that needed grading. He paused, looking up at her in the dim light of the candle flame nearby. \' I expect you to put forth your usual effort in this endeavor.\'

Hermione frowned at him, then lifted the first book and began thumbing through it. She missed the self-satisfied smile that he sent her way. Severus knew that Granger would never do anything in half measures. She had a tendency to tackle every assignment given her with a seriousness that lead to lengthy, in depth papers. It was something he was counting on immensely.

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Severus glanced up from the first year\'s paper before him and let his gaze wander to where Granger sat. She had her nose pressed to the pages of the book, her hand curled around a quill and scribbling on a sheet of parchment. She shifted in her seat, and his eyes roved over the length of her frame folded into the chair. She\'d been at the books for over an hour now, and he could tell the images and words were affecting her. As he had planned them to. He had to smirk at what he saw.

She had one foot over the other, her legs crossed at the ankle. He could see that she had her thighs pressed together tightly, and her bottom was squirming on the wooden seat. The smirk became a grin. She was aroused by what the books contained. Of that, he had no doubt. He could hear the rhythmic scratching the nib of her quill made. She was still writing, still making notes. Even though he was certain she felt the need to be elsewhere. Doing other things. The thought that she was turned on by his detention assignment made him smile wickedly.

A small, annoying voice in the back of his brain piped up then, reminding him needlessly that she was his wife. The urges she was having should be because of him. Because she was in need of him. Not because she was reading a series of sexually informative books. With graphic illustrations. He stomped on the little voice, pointedly telling it that he had no interest in the girl beyond making her life a living hell. He certainly didn\'t find her sexually appealing. So he shouldn\'t care one way or the other if she was aroused by the books or not. It\'s not like he ever intended to sleep with the bloody annoying twit.

He let his gaze rove over her a touch longer, noting that there seemed to be a light layer of sweat beading up on her brow and just above her upper lip. He could see that she now had her lower lip clenched between her teeth and her breathing appeared to be a touch erratic. She was still writing, her gaze never once coming off the page before her. He had to wonder if the erotic images she was looking at had affected her nipples in the same manner his kiss the night before had.

He could, despite the fact that he didn\'t want to, recall the feel of the hardened tips pressed into his chest as he\'d done his best to befuddle her with his mouth. He\'d kissed her mostly as a show for those there. But some part of him had been intrigued that she had responded to him. She\'d kissed him back while her nipples had pebbled up into stiff little points. He was still somewhat surprised by the idea that he had, perhaps, turned her on some small degree.

Severus returned his attention to the parchment before him, trying to once more focus on the disaster that was a report on the properties of screaming nightshade, a rare version of the every day variety. Unfortunately, his mind refused to allow him any respite from visions of Hermione\'s discomfort. It was, in point of fact, conjuring up all sorts of smutty and completely inappropriate situations he could put the girl into. When he managed to push them aside, he was bombarded with a mental image of her finding her own release. He quickly tamped down on that thought before it did his nerves in quicker than a class with Longbottom.

After that, he found it hard to concentrate on his grading. He spent nearly half an hour on one paper, his mind was so distracted with the varying visuals it kept allowing itself to be occupied with. He plowed on, never one to let anyone else to see him out of sorts. And this qualified there without a doubt. He\'d rather sleep with one of the Blast-Ended Skrewts that Hagrid was fond of before wanting Granger to know that he was caught off guard by images of her in an assortment of lewd positions, using a rather intriguing array of toys to pleasure herself with.

\' I\'ve finished, Professor,\' her voice cut into a day dream containing a rather interesting way to use a cookie press and some whipped cream. He blinked, then looked up at the girl before him. Her cheeks were flushed, though he couldn\'t be sure if it was with embarrassment or frustration. She held a parchment out to him, and he couldn\'t help but notice that her hand shook the smallest bit. He resisted the urge to grin at the sight. Instead, he gestured to a spot on the desk. She promptly laid it down.

\' I trust that this.... exercise was sufficient to convince you that the next time I instruct the class to tend their own cauldrons, you will refrain from offering Longbottom your assistance,\' he cocked a single brow at her.

\' I really hope you enjoy reading this, Professor,\' she told him, ignoring his question. Her tone was haughty and full of indignation. \'As it will be the only entertainment of a sexual nature you will ever get from me. Good evening.\'

\' If I chose to take you over my desk before the entire school, there is nothing you can do to stop me,\' he sneered, knowing full well he would never do anything of the sort. Especially not with the likes of her. \'Need I remind you that you are my wife?\'

\'Of course not, Professor,\' she hissed, planting her balled fists on her hips a she glared at him. He knew, if looks could kill, she\'d easily strike him down with the anger boiling in the depths of her chocolate brown eyes. \' Its not bloody likely that I will, is it? You seem to take perverse pleasure in reminding me of the hell that has become my life.\'

He slapped his palms down against the edge of his desk, pushing himself out of his chair. She dared to mention hell and her life in the same sentence when speaking to him? She had to be starkers. His life was the one that had become some sort of hell. First through his impulsiveness in joining Voldemort. Then when he\'d agreed to come teach all the snot-nosed masses that passed through Hogwart\'s doors. But the final capper in his hell had been the moment the marriage between her and himself had been pronounced complete.

With a fearsome scowl on his face, he stalked about the desk to stop before her. He glared down at her, his face taut with the effort it took to contain his temper. He could see that she wanted to step back. She didn\'t though, standing her ground before him. She was trying to hold back the flinch, but he could see the way her eyes fluttered with the need to close. He leaned down, his nose almost touching hers before he stopped. \'Trust me when I say that I do not find this anymore pleasurable than you do, Miss Granger.\'

\'Good. At least I\'m not the only one suffering!\' she shouted at him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her a moment. He lost the tight grip he had on his temper, allowing it to boil over and color his normally logical mind with red hot emotion. Then instinct took over. His hands came up to settle on the sides of her head and he jerked her foward to lay his lips over hers.

Hermione was shocked into motionlessness by his sudden action. Her arms were splayed out at her sides, her hands seemingly unsure of where to be. His lips were hard on hers, demanding that she submit to him. Even as her brain tried to push the dominant nature of the kiss away, her body was happily seeking more. Without conscious thought, she pressed herself against him fully. Her arms decided that they needed to wind about his neck, her fingers toying with the ends of his hair.

His hands slipped from her head, moving down to rest upon the curve of her hips. His fingertips curled, digging into the soft flesh beneath them. He dragged her body closer, his fingers flexing, inching around to clutch at her bottom. He allowed the tip of his tongue to prod at the seam of her lips. They opened and gave him full access to the moist recesses of her mouth.

His tongue dipped in, searching every available surface of her mouth. It was all she could do to stifle the groan that threatened to roll up her throat. His tongue felt like heaven to her. It was for more arousing than anything she had ever experienced in her previous encounters. In some part of her subconscious, she could feel the stirrings of her desire. With much of her lower torso, she could definitely feel his own as it grew. Her mind recoiled at the thought that he was turned on. By her. Her body, however, was intensely happy. It wanted more.

He felt her nipples tighten, felt them prodding his chest. He knew that the books had likely started it. But he also knew that he had firmed them up even further, made them harder than they had been. The thought that he had aroused her hit him at the same moment that it hit him that he had been aroused by her. That thought had him sobering, and he pushed away. At exactly the same moment that she pushed away from him. The two of them stared a moment at one another. He finally managed a scowl and returned to his seat behind the desk.

Severus picked up his quill, returning his attention to the parchments before him. It would take him a moment or two to regain his normal composure. When he heard her shift her weight from one foot to the other, he heaved a sigh. \'Good evening, Miss Granger.\'

\'Good evening, Professor,\' she bit out caustically, then turned on her heel and marched for the door. He watched her go, only allowing the smirk to spread his mouth when the door to the classroom clicked shut behind her rigid figure quietly.

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Hermione felt every eye on her when she stepped into the Common Room. Nevermind that it was nearly midnight and the entire Tower should have been asleep by now. She was certain that they had waited up to see her when she got back. She very rarely got detention, so it was a monumentous occasion. Particularly since she\'d had to serve detention with Snape. The last thing she needed was to have to deal with their scrutiny. She was irritable and wanted nothing more than to soak in the tub, then retire for the night.

The throb between her thighs reminded her that she wanted so much more than that. She glared at the Gryffindors inhabiting the Common Room, most of them pretending to have been startled out of doing their homework by her entrance. Without a word spoken by anyone, she marched past them and headed for the stairs. She was going up to her room and casting a silencing spell so she could scream her bloody head off in silence. The man was an insufferable bastard for this. Making her thumb through those photos had been degrading. She felt they\'d have been bad enough, had they been normal Muggle photos.

The Wizarding photos had been.... shameful. Disgusting. Exciting.

Hermione slammed the door on her chambers, then warded it. She put up every silencing spell she could think of, then threw her bag into a nearby chair. She shed her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom. She would have a good long soak, then she was going to bed and would not think on this anymore. Damned irritating man. He\'d planned this. She knew he\'d done it on purpose. But she refused to give into the desire that pulsed with a life of its own so insistently at her core. She wouldn\'t do it. She wouldn\'t.

A not so relaxing soak in the tub in near freezing water did nothing to ease the need she felt. She\'d sat there until she thought her arse had turned to a giant ice cube. But the lust was still running through her system with as much potency as it had been when she\'d sank into the frigid water. So now she lay on her bed, the sheet and duvet pulled up over her. The inviting softness of her mattress was not distracting her from the fire that coursed through her blood stream. She shifted to lay on her side, her thighs accidently rubbing together as she did so.

Hermione bit off the curse she wanted to mutter, but she couldn\'t stifle the moan that rolled up her throat and over her lips. She couldn\'t stop the throbbing between her thighs any more than she could stop the images that flooded her head. The picture of a man and woman laying on a flat surface, her legs brought up so that her feet were hooked behind her head while he plunged in and out of her. Another image of a woman alone, the man at the end of the bed, watching as she slowly drove a bright red phallus into herself with one hand. The other worked at the small nubbin of flesh at the head of her entrance.

Yet another that had the woman on her back on the seat of a chair. Her legs were tied spread eagled to the arms, while more rope bound her torso to the chair. Some of the rope was used to tie her breasts so that they stood up. Her hands were bound behind her head. A rather large, terribly realistic phallus in black slipped in and out of her exposed pussy by means of a spell. The woman had been moaning loudly. It had been rather effective in urging her latent desires to a fevered pitch. There had been too many photos of varying positions not to. And now, Hermione could feel her hand itching to slip down and ease the need burning in her veins.

The memory of their latest kiss flooded back to haunt her. It had been enough to send moisture pooling in places low in her belly. Even now, the thought of it was enough to bring forth an incredibly intense rush of desire. She muttered a curse under her breath, wishing that he could have at least been a horrible kisser, so she would have something to throw in his face. But she wasn\'t even allowed to have that one small joy. He could bloody well kiss her socks off her feet.

It had been bad enough for her to realize that he was far more arousing to her than any of the pictures in the books. The forceful way he\'d plundered her mouth with his own had been terribly stimulating to her. Granted, her experience was somewhat lacking, but she knew that he was well versed in the art of kissing. It was not something that made her completely happy.

With a huff, Hermione turned yet again. She was NOT going to touch herself. Not when her brain had super imposed her and Snape into some of the racier photos she\'d seen. She did not want to picture the greasy git driving the rigid length of his erection into her body. Yet, there it was in her head, playing out with every last sound. Each and every squelch of sound, each and every grunt and groan. And she\'d be damned, but she swore she could actually FEEL him invading her body.

She flopped onto her back with a heavy sigh. It was no use. She couldn\'t sleep. Her body was wound up too tightly. Too hot with need. Her nipples hurt, they were so hard. She was certain that she would be able to cut glass with them if the tension didn\'t ease soon. She grazed a hand over one peak. It sent shudders along her back, a tiny mewl of pleasure finding its way out of her throat. She brushed her fingers over the other one, increasing the shudders. That minor touch felt too good to ignore.

She eased the straps of her shift down until she felt the cool air caress her breasts. Slowly, she ran a finger from each hand in circles around her nipples, teasing them with her tender touch. She whimpered from the touch. Her thighs shifted, rubbing against one another. The throb between them only increased. She left that for the moment, concentrating on her aching nipples.

Using thumb and forefinger, she pinched and pulled at them. Her breathing sounded harsh in the silence of her room. Loud. She bit her lower lip as she tightened her grip on both tightened peaks. One hand slipped away, inching down over her stomach. Her fingers slithered under the elastic band of her panties, finding their way between the moist folds of her aching pussy. Her back arched at the contact, her thighs falling open.

Slowly, she stroked a pair of fingers along the swollen flesh of her nether lips. Each pass saw them sink a little deeper until they slid into the mouth of her hot channel. She drove them as deep as she could manage, then began to pump them in and out with an almost lazy rhythm. Her breaths became pants as she fucked herself with her fingers. Her hips arched up, her legs spreading wider.

Withdrawing the drenched digits, she dragged them up and over her clit. It was already sensitive, and the merest touch sent a wave of shivers up her spine. She rubbed over the nubbin of flesh, the pressure of her fingertips getting progressively harder. She bore down on the small point of pleasure a little more with each pass until she felt the tell-tale tightening of her muscles. She scrubbed harder, a series of panting moans filling the room with sound as she drover herself over the edge and into a blindingly intense orgasm.

When she had caught her breath and could muster the strength to move, she dragged her hand out of her panites and righted her clothes. Curling onto her side and pulling the covers up under her chin, she snuggled into her pillow and drifted off into sleep.

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Severus could not believe the parchment he held. He had counted on her thoroughness. He hadn\'t counted on it causing this sort of reaction. He knew well enough what was contained within the pages of the books he\'d given her to use. They were, naturally, from his own library. He\'d pulled them out in an effort to teach her just who she was dealing with. He hadn\'t expected her to put together a parchment that was so.... informative. Or arousing.

He\'d read it over four times now. He shouldn\'t have, as the first time had been rather uncomfortable. Each time after only served to enforce the lust running rampant through his veins at the present moment. His cock was so stiff, he felt one good touch would send him over the edge. And all over that bloody Granger. He was still in shock over that bit of information. Scowling, he set the parchment aside and threw himself from his chair.

His private rooms were warm, even when he wasn\'t ready to burst. At the present moment, they were damned unbearable. Biting out a curse that would have made any experienced sailor blush profusely, he stalked over to the cabinet where he kept his personal stock of alcohol and extracted a bottle. He didn\'t bother to see what his fingers had wrapped around. He merely took the bottle with him and stalked from his chambers with a look on his face that could freeze a fully grown mountain troll in its tracks.

He was relieved to find the halls empty and dark. He didn\'t relish meeting with any staff or student. He was in no mood to explain his fouler than normal temper, nor the undeniable tenting of his trousers. His feet found their own way through the corridors until he found himself climbing a set of steps that were coated heavily with dust from lack of use. One of the few places he felt comfortable going to outside of his private chambers, office, and classroom.

The heavy door at the head of the stairs swung open on silent hinges, despite having fallen into disuse, to the worn top of one of the castle\'s towers. It had been abandoned for some time, and very few people came here anymore. It was a kind of sanctuary for him, providing him with a place to go to when he wished to be left alone to think. He closed the door behind him, moving across the worn stones to the other side of the tower. He pulled his wand and cast a chilling spell on the bottle, then dispensed with the top and drank straight from the bottle.

He couldn\'t believe that some slip of a girl, some snotty Know-It-All that he couldn\'t stand had brought him to such a fevered pitch. He had to admit, if he were to be completely honest with himself, that the kiss had started off a chain reaction of epic proportions. He\'d started the kiss in anger, to show her that he was the one who was in control. But that hadn\'t been the way it had ended. It had suddenly gained a life of its own, showing him that he was no more in control than she was. The thought had been rather unsettling. He supposed he could have lived with that. But ti find that she had started his body down the path of burning need had been his undoing.

Even now, Severus could still recall the feel of her lips under his. How easily she had let his tongue into her mouth. He\'d been startled to find that she tasted of vanilla with just the slightest hint of mint. When her body had responded, when she had fitted herself tightly against his body, he had been lost in a whirling vortex of emotions. His need and desire had battled strongly with his extreme dislike of her. Common sense had finally won out, and he\'d pushed himself from her.

He hadn\'t missed her response to him, though. He had felt her nipples jabbing into his chest almost painfully. Thinking back on it, he swore he\'d been able to feel the heat from her pussy as she\'d pressed herself against him. His cock twitched at the thought, and he groaned. He swallowd more of his liquor, what ever it was, and tried to pull his mind back to more conceivable pursuits. Unfortunately, it seemed that it was only interested in pursuing the disgustingly pleasurable ones.

His mind reeled as some of the words from the parchment danced through it. \"The woman can give pleasure in one of many different ways. Easiest is with her bare hands, while one of the more popular ones seems to be with her mouth. By taking the man\'s penis into her mouth and sucking with gentle pressure, a woman can slowly work a man toward his realease.... \" Oh, it was clinical sounding. But the idea that those words had come from Hermione Granger\'s brain was enough to send him into a tailspin of desire.

\"Pleasure can also be derived from a form of intercourse involving the woman\'s breasts. Using a simple lubricant, such as saliva or bodily secretions, a man may place his penis between a woman\'s breasts and simulate the act of intercourse by thrusting between them while the woman holds them together.\" He muttered a curse and took another drink. Damned efficient Gryffindor. Other parts of his body seemed to think differently. Even while he was thinking up every foul name he could recall ever using, as well as making a few up, his hips were practically moving of their own accord.

There was no way a shower would rid him of the painful erection he was sporting. Not without freezing the traitorous piece of flesh off. There was no help for it. He would have to find release with his own two hands tonight. Gods, he hated to think he was that damned pathetic. A perfectly good wife to shag, and he was going to wank off on the roof. Knowing the annoying wench, she was sleeping soundly, not a single thought of him keeping her from sleep or sending her fingers diving between her thighs.

He groaned, the mental image of that thought stiffening his shaft further. With a practised ease he did not ponder over long, he indid the button at the top of his trousers using one hand, then pulled the zip down. The loosened black material slid down his legs to pool at his ankles. He set the bottle down long enough to hastily undo the buttons on the front of his coat. The two lapels slipped aside, allowing the rigid length of his cock to jut forward. Taking a moment to cast a series of silencing and privacy spells, he reached a hand down and curled it around the length of his erection.

His body shuddered at the touch. He knew that he would not need to work very hard to coax his orgasm to the surface. He could already feel it building. The intense amounts of stimulus he\'d received over the evening had been more than enough. He stroked slowly though, letting his mind wander back to the really pervy images he\'d come up with. Images of Granger slowly fingering herself to release. He could see it all clearly in his mind.

His hand stroked in time to the imagined bucking her hips did as her fingers dipped and drove into her wet pussy. He was certain he could hear the squelching they made as they worked in and out of her body. He had to admit his mind was bloody good, because it had managed to come up with a rather lusty body for her. Breasts that bobbed with each move, topped with tight buds that were aching to be suckled and bitten. The sounds of her panting mixed with the other, echoing about his brain.

He was lost to his fantasy, his hand working faster and faster while his hips rocked forward to meet each backward stroke. His mind moved from one smutty scenario to the next. Each one was a little more perverted than the last. They all served to work him into a frenzy. Some part of him made note when he felt his cock swell against his palm. It also took stock of the tightening in his testicles. He recognized them for the signs they were. His mind saw it as an opportunity to switch fantasies one last time. This one saw Hermione laying beneath him, legs spread wide. It was almost as if he could feel himself slip into the warm, velvety passage of her pussy. It was too much.

The world swam sharply out of focus as he cried out. He felt his erection jerk. His hand pistoned up and down the shaft rapidly, milking his seed from him in short bursts. His hips were bucking into his hand almost wildly as he worked every last bit of cum from his body. When he was spent, his hand fell away. His body slumped back against the wall heavily as he struggled to focus and breathe again.

It took him some time to right himself, finally casting a few cleasning charms before pulling his trousers back up and rebuttoning his coat. He lifted the bottle and took a drink. When he felt his legs were steady enough to carry him back down to the dungeons, he moved back across the roof top to the door. One thing kept repeating through his head the entire time. He\'d just masturbated to one of his most satisfying climaxes ever while thinking of one Hermione \"Know-It-All\" Granger. A female he didn\'t particularly like. A female he was married to.

Bloody hell. That was just what he fucking needed!

end chapter four.
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as always, thanks to my beta and friend, madam shark. *huggles* honey. and more thanks to my ususals. red, kenly, and simone. ah, i love you all, too. more *huggles*

thanks to those of you who are reading this raptly. it means alot to me that you find this enjoyable. even if some of it is a little implausible. ;p

to nesscafe: thank you for your kind words. my first fanfic ever was Snape based, and the one compliment i got on it that meant the most to me was that i kept our beloved Potions Master in character. i will do my best to keep this both an enjoyable and interesting read. i hope you continue to read it!

to sinj: i am working on the fireworks. i\'ve decided to be evil and let the tension between the two of them build for a bit before anything explodes. we shall see what happens in the next installment....

to Deb: well, here\'s detention. i hope it lived up to what you were expecting. i\'m glad that you are really enjoying this. i had at first thought i would have a hard time with writing Hermione, as i don\'t actually feel any kind of connection with her. you know, something that would make writing her easier, because i\'m not big on taking a character and making them so far out of character that they are not recognizable anymore. it appears, though, that i\'m doing well enough as it is at the moment. so i\'ll just keep this up, shall i? i\'m not sure when i\'ll have her telling Ron and Harry, but i\'m sure it\'ll be traumatic for the two of them.

to Alisha: here are more of Severus\' sneaky ways.

to spaz141: i love repeat readers. thanks to you, too.

to Mel: no, there are no hexes. it\'ll be explained later in the story. and i suppose, when Harry and Ron find out, they\'ll be quite pissed. not that i think Hermione can\'t handle the two of them. keep reading to find out what does happen.

to Araheniel: yes, i know the plausibilty is questionable, but i think i\'ve come up with something that will explain all that away. its for later, though, so its a good thing you\'re hooked. you can keep reading to find out when and what! i know, i\'m evil.

to Julie: yes, lots of sexual tension. ~evil grin~

to Alison of the Faeries; we faeries need to stick together. i\'m so glad you like it.

to Red: here you go.more of the two of them together, not standing each other. *smoochies* back at you.

to Samantha: smutiness is on the way. i promise.

to SeverusSnape: i would hate for you to waste away to nothing, so here is the next installment. i hope it is as enjoyable for you as the previous three chapters. this should help both health and happiness. for some time. it\'ll be a bit between postings, as i\'m working on two other stories besides this, but do not despair. i will not abandon you to death and torment. i will update. i swear it on my Muses!