an overwhelming desire to win...

Hermione\'s heart was still pounding when she reached the door to her room, her mind raced and she couldn\'t recall what the code was...damn....

\"Err...gig spanner.\"

The door swung open and she raced inside, her hands shaking with nervous worry. What had just conspired between she and the Professor? Surely Professor\'s weren\'t to look at their students quite like that...

Students aren\'t to dress like you are now.. said her conscience and she had to agree. She had just been so taken aback...Snape was a grown man after all, and she hadn\'t much experience with men...any really.

She looked to her reflection in the mirror that stood near the back of her room. She sighed; ripping the scrap of material she called a shirt, and quickly climbed into her pajamas.

She should ease up on Snape though...he was a man after all...men liked women\'s breasts. It was only natural. She nodded as she lay on her bed, under the comforting blankets and stared up at her ceiling.

She couldn\'t help but shake the feeling that there was something quite dark and sinister about Professor Snape, something that not many saw. That look on his face moments earlier had been dark desire...something Hermione suddenly didn\'t know if she could go through with.

No.

She gritted her teeth, even if she was blindly afraid of Snape, she wasn\'t going to lose this bet no matter what. She rolled over on her bed, desperately trying to sleep. She\'d need her energy for tomorrow.

For tomorrow was plan B.
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Pansy woke the next morning with a plerseerself. She had disregarded all help from Millicent and Blaise, telling them she didn\'t want to lose.

They tried to give her tips, but she ignored them all, telling them she was going to win this bet fair and square...that way Hermione wouldn\'t be able to say she cheated. She smirked at this.

Her mind suddenly flitted to the other evening, she remembered Snape\'s tall frame from last night, almost towering over her. She remembered those lips of his, pursed in thought.

She had wanted to kiss him desperately. She didn\'t care that he was acrimonious, she found him so very desirable, his mean facade only tantalizing her more.

But she also remembered the look Snape had been giving Hermione as she turned from him, looking bashfully down at her cauldron. Pansy frowned a moment and then resumed her prepping.

She put her dark hair into a long braid, and slipped on her glasses she usually only reserved for reading. She opted for no makeup, but just a little gloss for her lips.

She put on her longest robe, and looked to herself in the mirror. Excellent. If Snape wanted a meek little wisp of a girl, he was going to get it.
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\"Wow...what\'s with Hermione?\" Harry asked, nudging Ron as they looked to the figure strolling towards them. It was Hermione, hair brushed and in loose curls around her face, walking in a way they hadn\'t seen before. She looked so confident.

\"I don\'t know...she\'s...\" Ron was at a loss for words, Hermione was suddenly commanding attention from all the tables, tossing her hair airily and smiling to all the attention.

More attention was drawn as another figure entered the hall. Pansy Parkinson, looking so out of character it took several moments for people to recognize her.

\"Is that Pansy?\" Harry said, his mouth gaping. \"But she looks like...Hermione.\"

It was almost true. While Hermioidn\idn\'t have glasses and her hair was normally unruly, Pansy had managed to adopt Hermione\'s former scurrying steps and the book in the crook of her arm only added.

\"It\'s like they\'ve switched personalities.\" Ron said looking to Harry oddly and stopping as Hermione sat next to them.

\"Hi guys.\" she said airily, looking to her breakfast. \"Ohhh..I can\'t possibly eat all this.\"

Harry shot her a bizarre look, \"You always do.\"

Hermione sighed heavily, her eyebrows furrowed. \"Not anymore. I\'m on a diet.\"
Harry and Ron exchanged glances as Hermione nibbled on a piece of dry toast and downed her water.

Breakfast was a solemn event, Snape wasn\'t there. Pansy and Hermione passed curious glances to one another a moment before being dragged into conversations by their friends.

\"You\'ve been acting weird Hermione.\" Ron said frowning, \"You seem..different.\"

Hermione smirked. Perfect. She herself had decided this morning that Snape wanted a commanding woman, one self assured like Pansy, and she was willing to oblige...this was after all for Gryffindor. Suddenly Seamus\' voice broke out beside her.

\"Hey Hermione.\" he said grinning, \"You sure look nice.\"

Well..I might as well get some practice in. Hermione thought before she tossed her hair dramatically over her shoulder and looked to a now grinning Seamus.

\"You really think so Seamus?\" she said breathy giggling foolishly.
\"Hermione.\" Ron said suddenly breaking the moment, between bites of his meal, \"Can you help me with my Potions homework?\"

Hermione\'s eyes lit up and she was about to say an exuberant \'Sure Ron, when?\' but her plan! She quickly cleared her throat, looking sort of crestfallen and shook her head.

\"I\'m really quite busy Ron...sorry.\" She turned her attention back to Seamus, but he had already gotten up and left for classes. She sighed and took a big forkful of bacon.

\"I thought you were on a diet.\" Ron said grinning.

\"Shut up.\"
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Snape was walking down the hall, looking angrily at everyone who passed him. He had slept in and missed breakfast and in turn was quite miserable.

He had classes all morning, all so very horrible as it was mostly first years. Some stupid boy had blown up his cauldron, getting disgusting green sludge all over everyone in the classroom.

The little prat was lucky hadn\'t been expelled. Snape had given him detention with Filch, knowing he wouldn\'t be able to stand another idiotic moment with him.

By the time the early evening rolled around he was snarky and taking points off everyone. He had gotten that green sludge in his hair, and no charms were working.

He sat in his classroom, it was empty thankfully. He didn\'t feel like going to dinner. All that noise, and those children. He wondered why he had to eat there at all...certainly didn\'t seem worth it.

He inspected his robes to be sure that none of that mixture had gotten onto his dark clothing, and relieved to see that it hadn\'t, he went back to his waving his wand and trying to get that green concoction out of his hair.
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Hermione was walking down the hall, her heart pounding furiously as she coned hed her thoughts. Should she tell Snape her feelings for him? Hopefully that would win him over. No...it would be too awkward.

She had a sneaking suspicion that Professor Snape would be more likely to jump off a building that listen to some little twit confess her feelings for him. He probably dealt with it all the time...school girl crushes, she meant.

Besides, she already had a new persona: Hermione Granger, wanton sex goddess...err...she just had to get the sex thing over with and she\'d be true to her name..hopefully.

She was currently thinking of something she could say to Snape when she reached his classroom. Oh..she could say she lost her wand and she was checking...no...that wouldn\'t work. He\'d get angry for her disrupting him and tell her to bugger off.

Hmmmm.. perhaps she needed to make her intentions obvious. Professor Snape...\'is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants!\'...Gads no..he\'d die before he fell for that one. ...maybe, \'If you were a lazer, you\'d be set on stunning!\' She fell into a fit of giggles as she imaged his face...those had to be the lamest lines she\'d ever heard.

She was still thinking of a reason to talk to him when she strolled by his doors tentatively, and heard his familiar low growl sounding off, \"Dammit.\"

She felt her heart catch in her throat, and against all her better reason she became immediately aroused. Why? Why was his fierce anger such a turn on? Why was she so drawn to his outbursts of fury?

Well, Hermione was about to find out because she had just pushed open his classroom door and crept inside.