She Said What?

in the event that anyone is paying attention and actually cares, here is my disclaimer. danger, will robinson! danger! the following story is a mix of my lurid imagination and j.k. rowling\'s money making machine. all the characters contained herein are from her imagination. not mine. i\'m just sticking them into the odd situations. and enjoying it, cos i have no life. so, in a nutshell, the only thing i can even claim as mine here is the plot bunny, and even that is out on loan. there\'s no exchange of money. no one calling me in the middle of the night to say that my book went straight to number one. nothing. just me and the computer and all my adoring fans who want to see what kind of kink i can come up with. but that\'s ok. i\'ll live. i swear it.

ok, so for the raunch. i\'m not sure yet. i\'m still working on when it\'ll make an appearance. the real raunch, i mean. not the teaser of the last chapter. that was nothing, baby. let\'s hope no one\'s ears start smoking.

finally, reviews are nice. i think it\'s cool when you point out the improbability of the events in the first chapter. so now, let\'s move on to other things. as i said, reviews are nice. flames are not. flame me, and be expecting a toasty ass, as i will roast it. make no mistake. and, then i have to give the dragon his fair shot at it. he\'s got himself a gang now. it\'s not pretty, so don\'t tempt fate.

Chapter Five: Coincidence? I Think Not
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If anyone in the Gryffindor Common Room noticed Hermione\'s curt manner, they said nothing. If they noticed that she stared at the head table for some time after arriving in the Great Hall for breakfast, they wisely kept the comments to themselves. If they bothered to say anything to her, she was quite certain she would hex the offending person to within an inch of their miserable existance. She had slept poorly the night before, images of her body wrapped around Snape\'s plaguing her dreams all night long. She really wanted nothing more than to go back to her rooms, curl up in bed, and ignore the rest of the world. But it wasn\'t likely that she\'d get to do such a thing

Very little of the staff and none of the student body knew what had happened the other night. And Hermione was glad of that. The teasing that she would get from the Slytherins would be horrid enough. But the looks she would get from her own House, looks of sympathy and misunderstanding, would be the ones that would be completely terrible. She knew that Ron and Harry would never understand. Nor would Ginny. She was certain that Seamus would find some way to make her life hell with the knowledge. And she wasn\'t sure what knowing that kind of information would do to Neville. No, hiding from the world was not an option.

She took a moment to look up at the head table again, giving herself long enough to get a good look at Snape. He looked as damned miserable as she felt. Good. She hoped he\'d had as hard a time sleeping the previous night as she had. It only served the self-righteous bastard right for the report he\'d assigned her during her detention. She wasn\'t about to let the git know that she had spent the better portion of the night tossing and turning, dreaming of him ravishing her in any number of ways. He didn\'t deserve to have that kind of power over her.

As if he\'d felt someone staring, his eyes snapped up and latched onto hers. She cocked a brow at him. In silent challenge. His lips thinned, a sure sign he was accepting the ulitmatum. She drummed up a sweet smile, then turned back to Ron and Harry. The two boys were busy talking about Quidditch and she purposely buried herself in the conversation to see if Snape would take note of her snub of him. She was going to make his life a living hell. She intended to make him regret he had ever assigned that report to her.

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Severus watched Hermione, a grimace on his face. He\'d not gotten one iota of sleep the night before. His dreams had been invaded by the chit. He\'d dreamt of Granger in every position imaginable. Doing anything imaginable. He\'d woken that morning with a fine erection tenting the sheets. All because of Hermione \"Know-It-All\" Granger and her bloody Gryffindor efficiency. That report of hers had nearly been the end of him. He speared a piece of fruit from his plate with unusual force. It brought forth a chuckle and a grin from the Headmaster.

Severus frowned. He disliked being the butt of anyone\'s joke. The Headmaster\'s reaction told him the old goat possibly knew more about this farce of a marriage between him and Granger than he was willing to let on. Knowing that Dumbledore was likely interferring with his life was enough to put Severus on edge. He was going to have to keep an eye on the man. He wouldn\'t put it past the old fart to manipulate things to his advantage whenever and where ever he could. Severus scowled. Gods, but there were days he hated the Headmaster.

He let his gaze roam the Hall, studying the students at their House tables. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws looked terminally unaware of his inner turmoil, while the Gryffindors seemed to be discussing their favorite past time. Beating Slytherin out of the House Cup yet another year. It was enough to make his teeth ache. Damned shining Gryffindors. They could do no wrong in Albus\' eyes. He despised the lot of them. And now he was married to one. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, no matter how hard he wished it to be.

His gaze turned lastly to the Slytherin table. His own House seemed boisterous this morning. He did note that several of the students seemed to be staring at him with intense scrutiny. As if he\'d just sprouted a second head or a pair of white feathered wings or some such nonsense. The cool calculating gray gaze of Draco Malfoy met his straight on, a question lying in them. Severus cocked a brow at the boy, making sure to keep his face as bland as possible. The young Malfoy heir shrugged and went back to his breakfast. It seemed that several of the students knew something was going on.

Frowning at the thought of someone finding out about his little.... problem, he turned his attention back to his plate. A lone piece of apple lay on it, and he stabbed it with his fork. He used as much force as he could, ensuring that he felt a moment\'s gratification at spearing the slice that had suddenly taken on the appearance of several persons at once. Dumbledore coughed, though Severus was sure he heard the stifled laugh in it. He flicked his gaze to the Headmaster. Those blue eyes of his twinkled so rapidly, they were almost to the point of looking like disco balls.

Gads, he hoped he didn\'t have to go through this silent inquisition every bloody morning. He\'d never survive it. His gaze moved, of it\'s own volition of course, to the Gryffindor table once more. Granger was leaning against Weasley, her hair pulled away from her face so he could see every move her eyes made. She was laughing at something one of the twits had said, a smile blossomed upon her face like fresh spring flowers opening with the sun.

The thought that he might have just waxed poetic jarred him back to his senses. He could see that she was leaning her breast against Weasley\'s arm. It appeared to be innocent. But if the blush on Weasley\'s face was anything to go by, the boy knew precisely what he was feeling. Severus didn\'t realize he\'d clenched his teeth together until he heard his jaw crack with the effort. Damned irritating woman.

He noted with relief, when he looked down, that his plate was empty. Good thing, too. If he stayed in the hall much longer, he felt he\'d start to make a serious jackass of himself. He excused himself from the table in curt tones, then stood and stalked from the Hall. He missed the chuckle from Albus and that was probably a very good thing, indeed.

He also missed the way Granger\'s brown glare followed him. Had he known, he would likely have given her detention for the thoughts shining in them. Hermione could see the frustration he felt in the way he held himself. She wasn\'t sure if it was anything to do with her. But she was going to do her best to see that he stayed that way. After all, it would only serve him right after refusing to leave her to sleep in peace last night. Funny how those dreams of hers had seemed so real.

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Severus was an absolute prat to his classes that day. All of them. He didn\'t care that by the end of his first year Gryffindor-Slytherin class, he\'d taken one hundred points from the Gryffindors and twenty from his own House for silly little mistakes that all first years made. He felt as if he\'d been caught in a class with a few dozen Neville Longbottoms. A headache pounded behind his eyes and he was sorely in need of a stiff drink of something. He was wound so tight, he felt a simple poke would see him sprung open and missing parts. Much like would happen to a watch wound too tightly. And he still had dinner to face. Bloody hell.

The Great Hall was a ball of noise as he entered and took his seat. No one noticed his arrival, save a few who glanced up at him. Their eyes were full of curiosity. It seemed he\'d been acting even nastier than usual. He glared at them, sending several heads ducking in response. He certainly didn\'t think it was any of the student\'s business what he did. They were here to learn. He was here to teach them. That was all there was to it. He filled his plate, his gaze unconsciously seeking out the spot at Gryffindor table where he knew Granger always sat with her bloody annoying friends.

She was leaned across Potter this time, her breast brushing against his arm as she reached for something. The boy seemed oblivious to her young, supple flesh pressed against his, telling Severus that Harry James Potter was truly an idiot. How any man could ignore such a bountiful treasure so close within his grasp was beyond him. He stopped his line of thought, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. He certainly was not of a mind to think of Hermione \"Know-It-All\" Granger in any manner that could be construed sexual. He had to be losing his mind. Or perhaps it was residual effects of the report she\'d written the night before.

That had to be it. He certainly didn\'t find her attractive with that bush of hair and her large front teeth. And she had no body that one would call curvaceous or desirable. His brain called him a liar, having had said body pressed tightly against his more than once. He ignored it, searching for other facts that would dissuade his mind from the argument that he was attracted physically to his wife. There was her constant need to be a show off in class. He despised her unnerving ability to store knowledge. He thought her similar to a living, breathing library. A library which annoyed him to within an inch of his life on a daily basis.

There were other things. The fact that she had been sorted into Gryffindor was a bone of contention, as well. She was pushy and bossy. He had heard her telling Potter and Weasley what to do more than once. In the beginning, she had been terminally straight laced. She had, over the years, loosened up some, but she was still by far a tad more rule abiding than her friends. He could never find himself attracted to a woman who was so strict and yet not. He would prefer, had he been given a choice in the matter, that his bride be as Slytherin as he was. Not a chance in hell of that happening now.

Severus shook his head when he realized that he was still staring at the twit. Drawing his eyes down to his plate, he concentrated on his food. He couldn\'t understand what this sudden fascination with Granger was. Only three days ago, he had been perfectly content to ignore the exasperating witch and go his merry way. With the occasion snide remark meant to make her feel lower than dragon shit. Now, he couldn\'t seem to stop his brain from wandering into territory it had no business being in. His dreams the past two days had been filled with her in varying states of undress and positions. Doing things best left to fantasy. The fantasy of a sex starved teen. Not himself.

There were times in class when he would catch himself thinking upon her, how soft and pliant she and her lips ahad been against him and his mouth. He would have to mentally berate himself to get the matter cleared up. And every time he believed he had those illicit thoughts properly locked away, they would get loose and spring themselves upon him. Two days married to the girl and he couldn\'t stop thinking on her. It had to be something of her doing. She\'d found a spell or potion and somehow used it on him without his knowing.

The rational part of his brain knew that he was reaching with those. There was no way she could have done anything to him without his knowing. He was, after all, a Snape. Still, something odd what happening because he coudn\'t fathom this sudden interest in her. Scowling menacingly, he went back to his meal, determined to put her from his mind.

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Hermione stood up from the table, smiling down at Ron, Harry, and Ginny. She had managed to ignore the black stare of the Potions Master through out the meal, for which she was ever so thankful. Not that she hadn\'t wanted him to look. She had devised a sublte way to make him notice every thing she did. Her friends were her unknowing accomplices. She was using Harry and Ron to make him more uncomfortable than normal. She had noticed today that he was terribly irate and she thought her report might have had something to do with that. She intended to keep him off balance as payback for her restless night.

\' I\'m off to the library. I have some studying I must get done for the N.E.W.T.s,\' she told them. Ron rolled his eyes, while Harry and Ginny gave a grin and nodded. They were so used to her constant studying by now that they didn\'t bother to say a word to her. She scooped up her book bag, brought with her from the dorms with the intent to go study in the library. \' I\'ll see you all before curfew. And don\'t forget to study!\'

Both Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at this. It was obviuosly a reminder meant for the two of them. Ron mumbled something about getting to it straight away, which brought forth a round of snickers from those around him. Hermione frowned at him, but nodded and stepped away from the table. She was sure she felt the stabbing glare of a pair of black eyes following her every movement. She surpressed the urge to shudder but allowed her smile to slip out. She was certain she had his attention now. Good. Let the miserable bastard suffer the night through. She was going to the library to study until her eyes crossed, then she was going back to her dorm room to sleep. She would ensure there were no dreams tonight.

The halls were empty, the rest of the students in the Great Hall for the evening meal. Hermione made her way slowly to the library, her mind racing over the events of the past few days. She still hadn\'t figured out why she was suddenly so turned on by Snape. But she was. She could be man enough to admit that to herself. In a manner of speaking, that was. She had found herself fantasizing about his hands at dinner only a few moments ago. It was not a vision she\'d thought to be having. But she\'d had it, and it had been decidely wicked and very much a turn on. She could feel the dampness between her thighs even now from those lurid thoughts.

The library was empty, but she\'s expected that. No one would really be studying for end of year exams until only hours before taking them. That meant she had the library all to herself for a while. She picked a table in the corner, setting her bag down in one of the chairs. She then went off in search of several books on a list she had made up in her head. She intended to be prepared for any question asked of her.

Carrying a small stack of books back to the table, Hermione sat and took the first book off the pile. Opening it, she began pouring over the pages, quill making notes as she did so. She fell into her studying, completely loosing the world around her. As she continued to read and make notes, the clock ticked away the minutes and hours. When she finally lifted her head and glanced about, she could see that the candles were low and the library was mostly dark. Madam Pince sat at her desk, her head tilted at an angle to suggest she was dozing.

She took her time returning her books to their proper places on the shelves. She returned to the table once again, packing her possesions into her bag. She was rather amazed at herself for not thinking on her Potions Professor of a husband all night long. And naturally, that thought had her thinking on him once more. She mentally berated herself for allowing that to happen. She didn\'t need to think on him any more than she already was.

Her dreams the last two nights had been filled with highly erotic images of Snape doing many different things to her. Wicked things that would make her mother blush, had she known that Hermione was thinking them. That thought stopped her cold. Her parents! Had they been told? Did they even know that this had happened? By Merlin, how would she explain this to them? Best not to think on that at the moment, or she\'d never get to sleep. She loved her parents, and she knew they loved her, but she wasn\'t certain they would understand this little mess she\'d found herself in. And she wasn\'t about to worry over that confrontation at the moment. She had exams to concern herself with.

Shifting the strap of her bookbag up onto her shoulders, she pushed the chair in and headed for the entrance. The halls were almost dark, only half of the torches lit. She shoved the doors open and stepped out into the hall. After a night bent over one book after another, she wanted nothing more than to crawl in her bed and go to sleep. She was tired and her neck hurt. She was of the opinion that she was tired enough to sleep soundly without a visit from the Snape smut faerie tonight. She only hoped that she was right. Another night of imagining him taking her would be enough to send her to his chambers to find out if he were as good as her fantasies.

The halls were silent again, and she set out for Gryffindor Tower at a leisurely pace, her mind once more centering on a lovely image of Snape that sent shivers down her spine. If she ever gave in and went to him for sex, she would have to see if he could actually do that particular move.

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Severus watched the doors to the library swing shut behind Granger. He had actually been looking forward to hall duty this evening, as he\'d discovered that she\'d gone to the library to study. He knew from past experience that she would be in there for hours on end. He\'d had to sit and listen to Pince bitch about her studying habits more than once. Just because the old bat fell asleep in her chair wasn\'t excuse enough for her to complain. At least, that\'s what he thought. He had to deal with the snot nosed brats on a far more personal level. They drove him to the very edges of his sanity. And he never complained once about them. No one would listen anyway.

He slipped from the alcove he\'d stationed himself in some time ago, following up the hall in her wake. She was not paying attention, that much was sure. Her pace was too slow and irregular. He\'d bet his favorite set of robes that she was day dreaming about something. She stopped in the middle of the hall, her gaze captured by something. He took the opportunity for what it was. Coming to a standstill behind her, he leaned in so close that his nose actually felt the silken tendrils of her hair brush it\'s tip. \'Out after curfew again, Miss Granger? Perhaps a detention would help you to remember just what time it is that you need to be safely ensconced in your Common Room at night.\'

His breath plumed into her hair, scattering it in all directions. His voice was pitched low, sending shafts of heated pleasure shooting through her system. The man had a dead sexy voice. She supressed the urge to shudder and looked over her shoulder at him. She was terribly surprised to find that he was looking her right in the eye. She lurched away from him, the heat turning to a slow boil with his proximity. Spinning, Hermione faced Snape with a wide eyed countenance. He slowly straightened, stepping closer to her.

\' I am perfectly well aware of the time, Professor,\' she snapped at him. He smiled at her, then took another step toward her. Instinct prompted her to step back. He followed her, each of his steps forcing her to move back one pace until she found her back pressed against a wall. He\'d manuevered her into one of the many alcoves in the walls. She glared up at him, ready to open her mouth and make a scathing remark. He only took one more step. It put his body in full contact with hers.

She couldn\'t hold back the shudder when she felt his prominent arousal pressed against her abdomen. The smile on his face had become a feral grin. He inched a bit closer, pressing himself deeper into her belly. Her eyes fluttered closed a moment, flying open once more when his hand came up to cup a breast. Her bag tumbled to the floor, spilling it\'s contents across the floor. She groaned when she heard herself panting. As if she were a bitch in heat.

Forgetting that she hated him for the moment, Hermione threw herself up on her tip toes and threw an arm around his neck. Her lips found his, pressing hungrily against them. His hands slid around her back, drawing her closer while his mouth took control and plundered her own. Both opened to one another at the same moment, then tongues were gliding across one another, dueling for supremacy. She moaned when she felt him shudder, then moved even closer to him.

Severus forgot for a moment that he was kissing Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Know-It-All and bane in his existance. He only knew that he felt an overwhelming desire to take her. He stepped into her, pushing her back against the wall harshly. Her legs lifted to wrap his waist as she clung to him, her mouth melded to his. The already painfully stiff erection he was sporting tightened even further. He was brought back to himself when she moaned into his ear. His name, his given name, sounded deliciously obscene coming from her relatively virginal mouth. It was that thought that saw him pulling back from her.

\'Turn about and present me with your back,\' he ordered. She stared up at him for a moment, her chocolate brown eyes filled with unmistakable lust, then crossed her arms over her chest. It looked as if she intended to play stubborn. He merely arched a brow, then grabbed her arms and forced her around. She put out her hands, stopping him from shoving her into the wall. He smiled to himself, then inched forward until his front was pressed to the length of her back. She shuddered again when she felt his erection pressed into her body once more.

His hands crept up her body, starting at her hips and working their way over her flat belly. She shivered beneath his touch, then gasps and arched her back when both hands cupped her breasts. He enjoyed the weight of them against his palms. He could feel her nipples straining against her clothing, aching to be touched. They were pebbled up, tight and poking into his hands. He scissored his fingers over them, closing the long digits and squeezing the sensitive flesh between them. She moaned, her arse pressing back into his stiff cock.

Perhaps he would give her a small sample of that which she would never have. He nosed her hair away from her neck, his tongue darting out to lick at the exposed patch of flesh. She shuddered again, a mewling sound coming from her throat as his fingers continued their assault on her peaked nipples. Planting his feet apart to stabalize his position, he rocked his hips forward, thrusting his shaft against her bum in a slow up and down motion. She moaned low in her throat, then her head dropped forward.

He left one hand on her breast, fondling and pinching to his heart\'s content. The other one slipped back over her abdomen and then moved lower. When his fingers found the hem of her school skirt, he slowly inched it higher. Soon, it was bunched up under his wrist. He lightly skimmed a pair of fingers over the crotch of her panties, glad to know that it was damp. It seemed he was not the only one affected by this hate-hate relationship they had.

She gasped, then tried to press herself into his hand as his fingers worked back and forth over her cotton encased pussy. Her lips were swelling open, more moisture flooding the soft material. He pressed the tip of one finger against the cloth, forcing it between her lips. Her legs shifted open, giving him easier, deeper access. She shuddered against him when he plunged a finger deep, taking her panties with it.

\'Please!\' she gasped. He had to think she was not in possession of her senses. Surely she would never ask him to relieve her needs. She couldn\'t stand him. Not that he would oblige her. But still. He smiled wickedly, then hooked his thumb under the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down. A few tugs saw the garment down almost to her knees. His fingertips raked over the soft curls, making several passes that had her whimpering. Her thighs were shifted apart far enough that he could lay his entire hand over her mound without his fingers crossing over one another. She was hot with need. For him. Good.

One fingertip slid in, slowly pumping in and out of her moist channel. She bucked her hips against his hand, urging him without words to go deeper. Faster. Harder. He ignored her silent pleas. His finger continued to move slowly, barely dipping in before withdrawing. Each time he brought his finger out, he dragged the tip over the top wall of her pussy. The sensation brought about a new series of gasps and moans from her mouth.

Severus took his time, occasionally rocking his hips up against her backside. She shuddered each and everytime he did this, the feeling of his long shaft slipping up and down over her bottom making her desire flare higher. When she was clamping down on his finger, trying to hold it in, he slipped it from her body and moved it out to touch her clit. A faint growl left her lips when he flicked his fingertip over the little nub. Her hips jerked in response to the action. He smiled once more.

Two fingers plunged into her wet pussy this time, thrusting in and out just as slowly as the single digit had. Her hips tried to rock in time with his delving fingers, but he never kept the same pace. Once again, he raked his fingers over the place known as the g-spot again. He watched her fingers curl into the stone wall before her. Once again, when she tried to clamp down on his fingers, he withdrew them and gave his attention over to the raised flesh of her clit.

He felt her body tremble, a sure sign that she was starting to build to her orgasm. He slowed his pace, flicking her clit a few more times before driving three fingers into her. Her strangled moan echoed up the hallway. He timed his hand to match the occasional thrusts he made with his hips, still rocking his stiff shaft against her soft bum. The hand that had been fondling her breast slipped down to join it\'s twin. This one slid one fingertip over her now sensitive clit while the other hand still plunged deep into her throbbing core.

She let out a series of panting mewls, her body rocking itself into his hands. He could feel her need to orgasm climb, and he increased his pace accordingly. When he felt the very edge of her release creep up on her, he removed his hands from her body. Straightening his clothes, he stepped back from her and waited for her to look at him. She turned, facing him, her face holding a mixture of overwhelming need and confusion. Not a look she got often. He smiled at her. \'Good night, Miss Granger,\' he told her, then turned and stalked up the hall. His robes snapped and billowed out behind him as he went.

A blush stained Hermione\'s cheeks as she watched Snape go and realized just how close she had come to begging him to fuck her. Something was wrong with her. She could feel the need to have him fill her body burning inside her. The feeling brought her anger to the surface. \'Bastard!\' she called up the hall after him.

\'That I am, Miss Granger,\' he agreed. She nearly gave into the temptation to stomp a foot. Instead, she righted her knickers, picked up her books and things and shoved them into her bag, then stepped from the alcove and stomped back to her rooms. His echoing laughter chased her all the way there.

Merlin\'s beard, she hated that man.

end chapter five.
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as always, thanks to madam shark for betaing and her constant support and friendship. the same on the last goes for red, kenly, and simone. just a few of the reasons i keep at this. and heartfelt thanks to all my readers, who keep asking for more. here\'s yet another teaser for you! ~evil grin~

to SeverusSnape: ok, i\'ve updated. you cannot contract a deadly disease and no more heart failure. at least, for the moment that is. i\'m glad to count you as one of my repeat readers. and i\'m glad you\'re enjoying this.

to sinj: it will most assuredly come to a head. i have found that i enjoy writing this more than i thought i would.

to ashley: i agree with you. he is a sexy bastard. and i\'ll do my best to keep him that way.

to red: rest assured, they will come together. it should prove quite interesting. i\'m even looking forward to it.

to spaz141: yet another repeat reader. thanks so much to you, as well.

to Deb: thanks for the compliment. i\'m really glad you like it.

to Anubis: here you go.... more

to Persia: mmm.... Snape, coconut oil..... oh gods! i need the drool bucket!

and to Julie: now, now, dear. let\'s not pull out or hair. it\'s not attractive. i\'ve updated. so stop that. thanks for reading.