Shock Treatment

Chapter 4 … Detention

The sound of her knuckles hitting the wood door reverberated through the hallways. It was much too quiet down here to be comfortable. After six years of studying in the midst of Gryffindor chaos she felt as though she couldn’t truly relax unless someone was setting off fireworks or testing out the new Weasley Wizard Weazes products. Yes indeed, it was much too quiet, therefore when a brisk enter sounded through the door, Hermione found herself jumping at the unnatural loudness of the sound.

Steeling herself for a night of torture, whether from fear or arousal, she pushed open the door and stepped inside gingerly. She took the time to turn and make sure the door was shut tightly behind her, but walked quickly towards Snape’s desk when he made his patented sound of impatience.

“Good Evening, Sir” she said brusquely, trying desperately to act as though she wasn’t at her wits end with nerve.

“Hmm, good evening Miss Granger. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“No Sir, just ready to get down to work please.”

“Very well, you will be scrubbing first year cauldrons without magic tonight.” When Hermione let a hint of a smile grace her features upon hearing this, Snape looked up with a bewildered expression. Certainly scrubbing cauldrons could not be a matter for celebration.

“What exactly about this situation is amusing to you Granger?”

“Sorry Sir, I suppose I was just surprised there are any left to scrub. I know for a fact that there are a few Nevilles floating around in first year this term.”

“You are unfortunately correct, but not even Neville melted every cauldron, so fear not you will have more then enough to scrub. Enough talking now, get to work.”

And with that said and done, Hermione turned on her heels and headed towards the work tables. Apparently the outfit didn’t work the wonders it was supposed to, so it looked liked Hermione would have to work harder to get his attention. This had just begun and it already seemed like such hard work. She reached the sink and sank to her knees so that she could reach all the way to the back of cabinet and grab every cauldron, making sure to make just enough noise to draw his eyes to her. When Hermione was fairly certain she had a fraction of his attention, she stretched out in a fair imitation of a cat, stretching her back out while keeping her knees firmly planted in one place, hopefully giving him an enticing view of her backside.

Little did she know, that not only was her dark Professor watching her closely but he was thoroughly enjoying the view while trying to talk himself out of liking it so much. In the many years he had been teaching he had never laid a hand on a student. At the beginning it was easy, seeing as how he wasn’t much older then most of his students. Most of them knew his reputation and wanted nothing to do with him anyway. But in more recent times, it became a little more difficult. Every couple of years some silly girl would get the idea in her head that he was some poor bad boy who needed a good woman to love and all his woes would be over. This was far from true, hadn’t these chits ever heard that to love another you must love yourself first? Well, he was a long way away from loving himself.

Still, that didn’t stop them. Most would only go so far as to subtly expose bits of skin and flutter their eyelashes and he would pretend to miss the point then they would give up eventually, wanting him to make the actual first move. There were a couple over the years however that were a bit more straight forward, showing up to detention in tiny skirts and flashing their knickers under the tables or with a well placed dropped parchment. It was those girls that received the brunt of the humiliation he was capable of dishing out. He would scream at them to get out and dock copious amount of point from the respective houses, but when they would run from the dungeons, embarrassed, he would retreat to his quarters and bring himself to orgasm with his hand, thinking of their young lush bodies.

He never in all his years though, would have pegged Miss Granger for one of those girls. He believed, though only in secret, that she had more sense then that. And this is where it gets complicated for Snape, because he respected Miss Granger, something he definitely did not do with the other chits. He wasn’t quite sure that if Miss Granger made it known she was after him, he could stop her. Just watching her stretched out like that was enough to send him on edge. Watching her pert little bum wave enticingly at him through their denim prison hardened him painfully, and though she we now scrubbing cauldrons with vigor all he could do was watch her breasts sway back and forth in that entirely to enticing jumper.

Hermione was doing her best to scrub quickly and well and when she felt like she could get away with it, she would sneak glances at him from under her lashes. She could tell he was only giving the pretense of marking papers and she would occasionally catch him watching her chest. She wondered how this boded for he plans. Good she thought maybe he is interested and she could speed up this game of cat and mouse. It was then that she noticed something wasn’t quite right about how he was sitting, like usual he was perched on his chair behind his desk, the odd thing though was that while his right arm was upon the work area holding his quill, his left was under the desk and she could detect small movements in his black clad shoulders.

What on earth was he doing? There was only one thing she could think of that would cause his arm to move like that was… Oh No surely her stoic potions master wouldn’t be doing THAT. Not in the middle of her detention. She did however notice the feeling of heat that rested on her cheeks and ran all the way down through her body, pooling in her knickers. The thought of Professor Snape sitting before her wrapping his fingers around his member nearly caused her to drop the cauldron she was rinsing. She could imagine him stroking himself with long graceful movements, and though she had no actual experience with a man’s parts herself, she could still recall the books she read on the subject. Wizarding texts were notoriously detail. And with the moving pictures they were positively sinful.

It took her a few minutes to realize that she had abandoned the pretense of scrubbing, but when she noticed Snape was not the least bit interested in cauldrons anymore she figured she was relatively safe. She stood there transfixed by the sight, by the slight movements of that shoulder and she felt as though it was getting difficult to breathe. Why on earth did she wear a jumper down here? It was getting so hot in the classroom, and before she knew what she was doing on a conscious level, her hand had found its way to her breast. Rubbing in small circular motions, squeezing and caressing the globe above her sweater and she was sure it wouldn’t be long before she would be unable to stop her hand from slipping down the waistband of her denims.

His shoulder was moving faster now and his face bore a look of utter concentration while he tired desperately to bring himself to completion. He certainly knew he shouldn’t be doing this right now, but he could help himself. For a man who had survived a ward by controlling himself, he was being surprisingly weak at the moment. Just when he spilled himself onto his hands in several spurts and shoved the knuckles of his other hand into his mouth to keep from shouting out he heard a moan that he knew wasn’t his. He looked up and was shocked to see Granger standing at the work table looking all to innocent with one hand moving beneath her jumper and the fingers of the other stuck in her mouth like she was sucking juices from them.

The vision before him was wildly erotic, but he knew he couldn’t sit and watch her without feeling the overwhelming urge to rise and meet her across the room. He would certainly give her something to keep those hot lips busy longer then her fingers would. Instead though, he whispered a scourgify and tucked himself away then cleared his throat loudly, intending to dismiss her without a word about what happened. The events that actually unfolded were a bit different then he has planned however.

Upon hearing him clear his throat Hermione’s hands stopped and shot to her side. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at Snape and before she could actually stop herself she had spun on her heels and taken off through the doorway to race herself back to her room. What the hell did he do to make her behave so oddly every time they met, she thought to herself while running up the stairs. And to top it all off, she still had another detention the following day.

A/N- Hello to everyone again! I received a review stating that it was obvious Ginny and Remus had a thing and I should leave it alone. Looking back at the last chapter I see they are obviously correct. In my haste to lay the groundwork for Gin and Remus I really over simplified their feelings. From now on I will be a tad more subtle about them, because I certainly have every intention of revisiting the couple. My second statement of the day is that I am rather glad to see that most of you are against the threesome in this story. The though of the three of them together gets me rather hot and bothered, but I was dreading the tediousness of trying to find a way to insert them into this story. It would have made things difficult. So, this will be a strictly Hermione and Severus pairing with no extra orifices added to the mix. Happy reading to you all and do let me know if I can do anything for anyone!