Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
7,476
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4
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Lust in Gryffindor Tower
Chapter 4 Lust in Gryffindor Tower
The lust-inducing potion had Crookshanks trying to solicit sex from Hermione’s foot as she wrote up her notes for the night. All of the day’s experiments into dark magic had been successful, in a manner of speaking. Hermione had managed to avoid being sucked in by the awesome power of the spells and potion making rituals. Tomorrow she and Professor Snape would begin work on the most powerful dark magic Hermione had ever heard of. She hoped she was strong enough to combat it.
Pushing away her worries about the next day, Hermione thought again about Professor Snape’s black eyes, hot with…what? Did he want her? Was she just projecting her desires onto him?
Hermione yawned and stretched. Crookshanks mewed miserably on the floor until Hermione decided to let the cat out of the Gryffindor common room.
“Why don’t you go find Filch’s cat?” Hermione called after the retreating bottlebrush tail.
Hermione sat back down to finish her notes, but before she could write another word, the portrait hole opened and Harry and Ron came in.
“How’s the work coming, guys?” Hermione asked as she pushed her notes aside.
“Fine.” Ron grumbled and sat down.
“Actually it’s going really slow. It’s hard to write down in words what you should do when you meet a dementor,” Harry responded.
“Well, the Headmaster wants you to really give a first hand view of it. There’s no point in writing ‘use the Patronus charm’ when you need to know what it feels like to have a dementor staring you in the eyes,” Hermione responded quietly.
The room fell silent. Suddenly everyone remembered why they were working on this project and just how important it was. Ron decided to change the subject.
“You know I just saw Professor Snape heading to the Prefect’s washroom. I wonder why?” Ron asked of no one in particular.
Hermione felt her throat close. Professor Snape was right down the hall.
“I imagine he wants to take a bath. The Prefect’s washroom has the best bathtub in all of Hogwarts,” Harry pointed out.
Hermione knew this was true because she had experienced it for herself. The tub had several golden spigots that filled its deep recess full of frothy multi-colored bubbles. After she got her Prefect badge she spent many evenings soaking in it. And now Professor Snape was in the same tub, naked and covered in bubbles. Somehow the idea of the light, airy bubbles compared to the dark, mysterious Professor Snape made Hermione shiver.
“Are you cold Hermione?” Ron asked.
“Oh no, I was just thinking about a bath myself. But if Professor Snape’s already in there…”
“Yeah, well anyway, I’m off to bed. It’s been a long day,” Ron replied eyeing Hermione with curiosity.
“I suppose I’d better go to bed too. You heading up Hermione?” Harry asked.
“Um, no I have a couple more things to write up in my notes,” Hermione tried to be as casual as possible.
“Ok then, good night.”
“Good night, guys.”
Hermione could barely breathe, much less cntrantrate on her notes. She pushed them away and strode restlessly around the common room. Distantly Hermione could hear Crookshanks’ desperate pleas as he strode the castle looking for a mate.
“To hell with this,” Hermione said.
Still dressed in nothing but the robe she had put on in Snape’s office, Hermione strode out of the Gryffindor common room and headed for the Prefect washroom.
The lust-inducing potion had Crookshanks trying to solicit sex from Hermione’s foot as she wrote up her notes for the night. All of the day’s experiments into dark magic had been successful, in a manner of speaking. Hermione had managed to avoid being sucked in by the awesome power of the spells and potion making rituals. Tomorrow she and Professor Snape would begin work on the most powerful dark magic Hermione had ever heard of. She hoped she was strong enough to combat it.
Pushing away her worries about the next day, Hermione thought again about Professor Snape’s black eyes, hot with…what? Did he want her? Was she just projecting her desires onto him?
Hermione yawned and stretched. Crookshanks mewed miserably on the floor until Hermione decided to let the cat out of the Gryffindor common room.
“Why don’t you go find Filch’s cat?” Hermione called after the retreating bottlebrush tail.
Hermione sat back down to finish her notes, but before she could write another word, the portrait hole opened and Harry and Ron came in.
“How’s the work coming, guys?” Hermione asked as she pushed her notes aside.
“Fine.” Ron grumbled and sat down.
“Actually it’s going really slow. It’s hard to write down in words what you should do when you meet a dementor,” Harry responded.
“Well, the Headmaster wants you to really give a first hand view of it. There’s no point in writing ‘use the Patronus charm’ when you need to know what it feels like to have a dementor staring you in the eyes,” Hermione responded quietly.
The room fell silent. Suddenly everyone remembered why they were working on this project and just how important it was. Ron decided to change the subject.
“You know I just saw Professor Snape heading to the Prefect’s washroom. I wonder why?” Ron asked of no one in particular.
Hermione felt her throat close. Professor Snape was right down the hall.
“I imagine he wants to take a bath. The Prefect’s washroom has the best bathtub in all of Hogwarts,” Harry pointed out.
Hermione knew this was true because she had experienced it for herself. The tub had several golden spigots that filled its deep recess full of frothy multi-colored bubbles. After she got her Prefect badge she spent many evenings soaking in it. And now Professor Snape was in the same tub, naked and covered in bubbles. Somehow the idea of the light, airy bubbles compared to the dark, mysterious Professor Snape made Hermione shiver.
“Are you cold Hermione?” Ron asked.
“Oh no, I was just thinking about a bath myself. But if Professor Snape’s already in there…”
“Yeah, well anyway, I’m off to bed. It’s been a long day,” Ron replied eyeing Hermione with curiosity.
“I suppose I’d better go to bed too. You heading up Hermione?” Harry asked.
“Um, no I have a couple more things to write up in my notes,” Hermione tried to be as casual as possible.
“Ok then, good night.”
“Good night, guys.”
Hermione could barely breathe, much less cntrantrate on her notes. She pushed them away and strode restlessly around the common room. Distantly Hermione could hear Crookshanks’ desperate pleas as he strode the castle looking for a mate.
“To hell with this,” Hermione said.
Still dressed in nothing but the robe she had put on in Snape’s office, Hermione strode out of the Gryffindor common room and headed for the Prefect washroom.