Good Things Come To Ye Who Try

 Disclaimer: I’m sitting in a room with a table and three
seats that are currently not taken. I see a mirror and I wave, I know that
there are people on the other side. The door opens and I see my mom and sister
walk through the door. They take a seat at the table and start talking to me.
They are telling me about how I do not own Harry Potter. "Sweetie, you
don’t own it, you never did." I get up, "NO! I don’t own it now bbut
I will soon! You will all see!" Suddenly the big men in the white suits
come in and give me another potion. I think that I might get some kind of brain
damage from all of these potions…

Hermonie sat in the Great
Hall listening to all of her friends talk about their summers. Dean had spent
the summer in France
with his aunt and met this girl who was part veela; surprisgly Fleur’s little
sister. Seaums stayed at home and basically did nothing, except work on his
Apparating license. And Neville, well, Neville’s grandmother decided that she
had had enough of him being a little pansy so she made him work out and take
some self confidence sessions with this one Super Star Witch. Fleara Goldman,
or something like that. Now Neville was this body builder with a dazzling
smile. Half the girl’s were staring with him and drooling into their soup.

"So Hermione, what did
you do this summer?" Neville asked while looking at a Ravenclaw that was
blinking her eyes flirtasiously at him.

"Oh nothing out of the
ordinary. My parents took me to Greece
where I met these scholars studying the ancient mythology of the island. It was
a lot of fun, there was a lot of things that were great about the island, I
didn’t want to leave!"

"So the library was
that great Hermione?" Ron teased.

She slapped him in the arm,
"Don’t make me get started with you Mr. ‘I get to make out with my
grilfriend now so I’m going to be a snarky little bastard.’"

Everyone laughed, including
Celica, while Ron blushed his trademark Wealsey blush. Hermione looked over to
the new Slytherian’s and saw they were fitting in quite nicely. Michelle it
seemed was batting her eyes at one of the hotter Slytherian’s who was looking a
little flushed from something that she had just whispered to him. While w:st="on">Taylor was having a
conversation with Draco, and from what Hermione could see, was agreeing with
her. ’Yes, things are going to be interesting this year,’ Hermione
thought to herself watching the two intereact with everyone.

Hermione looked up to the high table to see that Severus was trying to
ignore something that Remus was telling him. Severus caught her gaze and held
it, waiting for her to flinch. She didn’t make a move. Instead she put her
elbow on the table and balanced her head there, showing she was making no move
to stop staring.

Severus looked down to see
the little vixen defy him by proping her elbows up on the table. ‘The little
chit, well, if she wants to stare, better give her something to stare at,’ he
thought to himself. Just as he thought that, Sunday’s appeared at every seat in
the hall. Severus gave a dasterdly smirk, he automatically picked up his spoon
and gracfully picked up some ice cream.

He first looked at the ice cream, then back to Hermione, as if saying, what
do we have here? He ate the spoon full of ice cream and pulled it out of his
mouth antagonizingly slow. When it was all the was out, he darted his tounge
out and licked the spoon slowly all the way to the top, and a quick check up on
the way back down. He licked his lips and mouthed, Mmm, quite tasty.

Hermione watched him lick
the spoon with a cool netural face, but on the inside she was burning up. How
she wished that that talented tounge would work it’s magic on her. ‘I will
not be made into some first year twit! Two can play at this game.’ Hermione
automatically grabbed the cherry and brang it up to her lips. She kept eye
contact with Severus the whole time as she gave a full lip kiss to the chery,
sucking off part of the whipped cream.

She ran the cherry over her lips and her chin, closing her eyes just a
little with her mouth partially open. She opened her eyes fully and stared at
Severus, while her tounge darted out to claim the cherry and bring it fully
into her mouth. She puled it off of the stem and gave it a loud chew as she
popped it and swalloed. She gave a seductive smile at him and mouthed, it goes
down very smooth.

Severus gave a large gulp
and automatically stood to leave. Thank Merlin that he had such layers of
clothes to hide his obvious fascination of the display that was shown by
Hermione. He exited quickly, yet gracefully to the confindes of his own
dungeon, oh the little chit would pay, she would defintly pay…

 

Hermione watched as Severus almost ran out of the Great Hall. She gave a
small smile, ‘Hermione one, Severus zero.’ She turned to see that a lot
of her fellow Grffindor’s looking at her with lust written all over their
faces. She glared at them, and they automatically turned to their desserts.
Ginny gave a slient applaud while Ron and Harry looked very confused, looking
from the head table back to her.

"WHAT?" She said,
giving them her best innocent smile.

They shrugged and returned
to eating. If they knew any better, they shouldn’t ask Hermions what was going
on, especially if she got the innocent look going on.

Hermione walked into the
Head Girl room and almost died right there. It was beautiful, it was a
rendition to the common room, but with more of a personal touch. There was a
small table next to one recliner that was placed in front of the fire. A couch
sitting to the side of the chair, which showed there could be room for guests
to sit.

There were three large bookshelves on the far wall, and as Hermione got
closer, she could see that they were books she hadn’t even read yet. Next to
the bed was a pass to the resricted section, along with a small note which
read, Use it well. The bed looked like a king size with crimson satin
sheets. She looked around the room in awe and a smile plastered on her face.
This was a room to remember.

Out of the cornor of her
eye, she saw the surtians move to a large window that was opned. As she went to
investigate, she saw that there was a balcony that led from outside of the
walkthrough window. She stepped into the cool night air and saw that it was not
only a balcony, but it looked like a small bit of paradise that could entertain
on a hott summer’s day. A deck table with four chairs sat and a small tea set
that looked like it could be filled at any time.

Hermione walked back into the room and went to the bathroom to get ready for
bed. The light automatically turned on, and tranquil music played. Her night
clothes were sitting on the sink counter as well as her tooth brush and tooth
paste. She could defintly get used to this type of treatmint. Hermione began to
think of Severus and his treatment’s with the spoon at dinner tonight. Oh that
man was so sexy when he wanted to be. His hair, dark obsiden eyes, and that
nose, for some reason, that nose excited her for the possiblities of it.

She had read a lot of romance books in her travels to w:st="on">Greece and
found herself thinking of the possiblities Severus had. The way his robes fit
him this year could say a lot of his plans that he had carried through over the
summer. She knew that he had had a lean figure last year, but it seemed now he
took a little bit more pride in his body. His hair looked cleaner, and his face
as well.

Now Hermione wasn’t the type that looked at a person’s body before
considering what their personality was, oh no. There was a lot that was needed
to fit her criteria. The man had to be inteligent, and by Merlin, Not
put quidditch before her. Just look at the Viktor. Always in his letters he
would write about quidditch and not even touch the subject of her last letter.

The man also had to hold his own, could take care of himself and not be
afraid to show some public display of affection. He would also have to be tough
on the outside, be the dominant of the her in public, but she would rule in the
bedroom. Oh yes, there was a lot that would be expect of him in the bedroom.
From what she could see from Severus, there was a lot of potential in him, a
lot.

She slipped of her regular clothes, and put on her night wear. As she walked
back out from the bathroom, she went in a haze to her bed, pulled back her
covers and sank into them, dreaming of what she was going to do with a certain
Professor at one certain detention…

Severus sat in his regular
chair, with his nightly dose of Scotch. He sipped the glass while thinking of
the events that had happened at dinner tonight. The little vixen was deffintly
getting into something that he was fairly certain would be his undoing. He
hoped that things would go according to plan. He could stimulate a woman on an
inteluctal level, and sometimes, if he was lucky, even physically.

Though, some women would find him attractive enough to approach him, believe
it or not. For example, there was this woman who was at the celebration of the
fall of the Dark Lord. Attractive, lovely smile, but had no brain what so ever.
He could hardly keep his eyes open as the woman talked about how she applied
her make-up for the evening. He ended up yelling at the women for wasting his
time, and she ended up runnin away crying.

The fact of the matter was
that he didn’t want a woman who was just good looks or a good lay (though that
would be a nice little bonus). He wanted a woman who could interest him in a
way that would simulate in spiratualy, intelectualy, as well as physically.
There was a certain standard that a woman, His woman had to live up to,
and Hermione filled in most of the credentials. Though there were some things
that he would like to change, most of them were correct. He sighed, there was
no hope for him. Damn Albus for all his bickering of finding a woman. Though,
he wasn’t so sure if the great wizard would like his choice in who he was
finally picking.

Getting up and putting the glass down, he made his way to his green
Slytherian sheets, not wanting to fall asleep during his first class the next
day. As he laied down in the bed, he thought of interesting ways to liven up a
certain detention, with one vixen of a student.

"So do you think that
they will go for it?"

"They have to, there’s
no way that anyone has resisted that yet."

"Don’t you think that
they will know somethings up, I mean, there are some corny parts of it."

"Hey, we didn’t
survive in the streets of Dublin
with only a wand between the two of us, were the masters at this, there’s no
way anyone will suspect what we’re up too."

"But I mean, the stunt
we pulled in the Great Hall today, wouldn’t people already assume that we’d do
something like this?"

"Put a sock in it
Michelle, I said it will work, and it will work! Have I ever steered you
wrong?"

"There was that one time
in New York…"

"I told you, that was
an accident, it wasn’t my fault that you had the idea to trip that hot dog
vender into the dean. It wasn’t supposed to go with ketchup."

"Well how do you plan
to get this one started? I mean, the other one’s we’ve had a little leverage,
like knowing people and knowing the places that we were in. How are we supposed
to get a roll on things?"

"Did you see what
happened to day at dinner? The Head Girl and the dark foboding Profes, well I
think that there could be some commotion that starts with that."

"Oh goody! So we’re
going to do number 12 on them?"

"Exactly, a number 12,
that should get the ball rolling. After that, it should be really simple to
liven his whole shin dig."

"Oh, I’m so excited!
This is going to be like Paris all over again!"

"Don’t wet yourself
yet dear, there’s a lot more to the plan than it seems. In order for everything
to work out, we really gotta start somethin between Beauty and the Hottie. And
this is what I was thinkin…"

 

Author’s Note: I know it’s a short chapter, but this is what I’m workin
with, I can’t think up anything else to add to the night before the detention,
I want that saved for the next chapter. There’s going to be a lot of work going
on between Michelle and Taylor, but what exactly? You’ll have to tune into next
chapter and find out kiddies. Until next time;

 

 

 

 

Alarka