The Diaries of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape

July 31, 2000





July 31, 2000

Greetings! It has been awhile since I have informed you of
how my plan is progressing. I had told myself that I would withhold all entries
until something of significance had occurred. So, guess why I am writing today?


I touched him, on the thigh. I did it with confidence and
just a hint of pressure. I wanted to make sure that he knew it was me. It
occurred during a special dinner for Harry’s Birthday. He also called me on it.
Read on…

Harry and Ron arrived two days ago to celebrate Harry’s Birthday
with me. We spent our first day in Hogsmeade. We caught up on recent events in
our lives and I took a chance, a really big chance. I told them. Yes, you read
that right. I went against every fiber of my being and I told them.

There I was, sitting and drinking butterbeer, listening to
fillfill us in on his love life (quite the exuberant fellow I might add too);
when Harry interjected a question about my lack of a love life.

My first instinct was to pretend I had not heard, but it
seemed that after the topic was broached; neither Harry nor Ron was willing to
let it go.

So, I found myself explaining my plan in some detail as well
as whom it was being utilized.

At first, they were not too impressed. In fact, one t
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even say they suffered, momentarily, from shock. Instead of waiting for their
ability to speak to return, I enthusiastically informed them of why I was
convinced this was the perfect idea.

It took a while and a lot of explaining, but I eventually
got through to Harry. I don’t think I’d say he is as ecstatic as I am, but he
can accept that I believe this union will make me happy. Ron, well, I never
really had any hope. At least I got him to stop calling him a “greasy git.” Some
semblance of progress, don’t you think?

After the discussion, Ron returned to Hogwarts. He claimed
he needed a nap, ate too much, but I’m not ignorant. He couldn’t stomach what I
was about to do next.

I figured since I was in Hogsmeade, I would go ahead and
pick up the items I need for the execution of phase two. My next stop was---a
visit to the lingerie store for the modern witch.

Wondering where Harry is? You got it in one! I talked him
into joining me. Don’t ask me how cause I can’t tell. No, I mean I really don’t
know, I swear!

Regardless, he was a huge help. He gave me insight to the
modern wizard.

I asked him questions about what he finds stimulating
intellectually and physically. I am pleased to state that only a few
revelations occurred. Once again, my understanding of the male psyche assured
myself that I was on the right path to seduce my former Professor.

What did I add to my arsenal, you wonder? I purchased some
very interesting items from the magical world of sexual enhancement (pun
intended, of course) devices.

Item number one: A topical potion, when used on both lovers,
creates a sensory bond. Thus, the bond allows each lover to feel their tactile
sensations and the tactile sensations of their partner; sounds interesting not
only from a purely educational perspective, but also from the baser, mind-blowing
sexual perspective.

Item number two: An oldie a goa goodie, is a mini bondage
set made for the masochistic beginner complete with the ever important
handcuffs. We don’t want him getting away now do we?

Item number three: A potion, taken orally by women, that
causes the female to experience weightlessness for more –umm- advanced sexual
positions. This product is really quite fascinating as it works only for women
due to the magical bonding of the potion, infused with a levitation charm, to
high levels of Estrogent I t I digress.

I think the latter is the one I most look forward to using.
I wonder if you agree.

Soon, Harry and I found ourselves back at our alma mater
eating dinner at the Head Table. Although, Dumbledore had made a few changes to
spice up the décor for Harry’s birthday; several new additions included a round
Head Table decorated with golden, lightening bolt-shaped confetti, an ice
sculpture of a lightening bolt that randomly flashed much like the muggle
strobe lights and the cake; one guess as to what it looked like.

Harry helped me assure that I sat beside “my prey.” Once
again, Severus was on my right, but this night found Dumbledore on my left and
proved to be the source of quite an interesting night.

Dinner began with Severus arriving at the last moment as if
he did not want our company any longer than he must. As he sat, I once again
spoke my greeting and waited for his snide remark. He did not disappoint.

Dumbledore engaged me in a conversation about my collegiate
adventures and how I felt about what I had learned. I guess that I should make
you aware that I graduated top of my class from the Magical Institute of
Learning an entire year early.

As I was speaking with Albus, Harry caught my eye and
slightly nodded his head towards Severus. It seemed that Severus had ended his
short, staccato diatribe with Sirius, thank the gods. Male pissing contests
really do get old very quickly.

Apparently Dumbledore (omniscient, as always) saw Harry’s
nod, and quickly ended our conversation with a wink. Blasted man, he always
makes me doubt my understanding of the male psyche. I politely smile and wink
back. Then, I turn towards my goal.

Earlier, while dressing for dinner, I had had a mental
conversation with myself; strongly reminding myself of my personal expectations
to be Severus’ new lover by September first. I spent about thirty minutes
mentally psyching myself that I really needed to start making serious progress.


So, now I find myself in the perfect situation to move from
visual to tactile. I move.

I lightly place my hand on Severus’ upper thigh, lean in
close and ask politely (and with a touch of innocence, men LOVE that) for the
salt. Severus is immediately responsive to my touch. I feel him tense and become
still. Then, he very mechanically and rigidly acquires the salt and places it
to the right of my plate. I gently squeeze his thigh and relay my thanks.

He stiltedly nodded in acknowledgement.

I felt, at this point, I needed to give him a moment to
recover, so I turned towards Harry and Sirius and inquired about their plans
post Harry’s Birthday. They filled the necessary interim, so that I could
continue my torture of one, Severus Snape. Why do I feel the need to tell you
that I really want to cackle evilly? Oh well, no matter…

My next plan for the evening was to get him alone and spark
his mind (shame on you, get your mind out of the proverbial gutter!).

As soon as it was possible, I followed Severus out of the
dining hall. He really is quite the speed walker and his gait is enormous. I found
myself running to recover the lost distance.

I called his name and saw him slightly falter in his
purposeful stride, but he quickly recovered. He turned with his trademark flair
sending his robes billowing in the most arousing way. Yes, I admit it. This man
made me a nymphomaniac. I wanted him anywhere at anytime. Gods, I was so wet.
And then, he spoke with that silky drawl that had my nerves responding as if I
had been lightly caressed by his long elegant fingers. I really am beginning to
think the man could make me orgasm just by speaking my name over and over; but,
once again, I find myself digressing.

“Severus,” I said, “I would like to invite you to my rooms
on Friday night. I am having a poetry reading. I thought you might like to
join.”

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was
momentarily shocked, but it passed so quickly I knew I must have been mistaken.


“Miss Granger, your attempts at seduction are really most
obvious. Then agaGryfGryffindors are hardly known for their subtlety are they?
Good night.”

He turned and left. He had left me wanting more and he knew
it! Bloody Hell, he had turned the blasted tables on me.

So, here I am writing this down, suffering in my own
conceived hell of wanting. I will prevail! I am not giving up. I’ll just need
to change my tactics; as they say, all is fair in love and war.