Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
19
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7,477
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4
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Intercepted
Chapter 5 Intercepted
Hermione Granger came storming down the hallway with a wave of frustration and desire following her. The Pink Lady, of course, saw her first and ran to tell the other portraits of Hermione’s vehement progress down the hall. Hermione heard the whispers from the portraits, but she didn’t care. No one and nothing was going to stop her from going into the Prefect washroom to confront Professor Snape.
Just as the thought entered her mind, Albus Dumbledore turned the corner of the hallway and began walking towards Hermione. He was holding a ball of tawny full that made pitiful mewing noises.
“Ms. Granger, I believe I have found something of yours,” Professor Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. “Mr. Filch said something about finding him in an awkward position with Mrs. Norris.”
Hermione flushed crimson and took the miserable cat from Professor Dumbledore’s arms. “I’m sorry Professor Dumbledore. I tested a lust-inducing potion on him, and now he’s uncontrollable.”
“So you haven’t figured out a way to counter that potion yet?”
“No sir. We’ve only just figured out how to make the potion and not lose control of oneself,” Hermione admitted.
“Well, this poor animal needs something to help him,” Professor Dumbledore said as he made a cat toy appear out of thin air. When he handed the toy to Hermione, a feeling of calm overcame her.
“I’ve cast a relaxation spell on the toy. I suspect that the more Crookshanks here plays with it, the less the lust-inducing potion will affect him.”
“Thank you very much, sir. I am sorry you had to find him that way,” Hermione said unable to meet the Headmaster’s eyes. She was no better than her potion-ridden cat with her desire to seduce Professor Snape.
“It is no problem at all. But how is your work with Professor Snape progressing?”
Hermione stood straighter and tried to sound dignified as she began describing the work they had completed.
“And tomorrow we begin making the Enhance Power potion,” Hermione finished almost without taking a breath.
“Ah, the Enhance Power potion is one of the most seductive. One must already possess great knowledge and power to control it while it is being made. I do not doubt that between you and Professor Snape the potion will stay under control.”
“Thank you for your confidence, sir. Usually I build the potion and Professor Snape serves as the safety spotter. So far he has not had to interfere, but he doesn’t really agree with my methods,” Hermione said determined not to be embarrassed about her Tactile Contact Theory.
“I totally agree with your theory, Ms. Granger. Anything that keeps one grounded is absolutely viable in this situation. We might have a problem passing this one by the Minister of Magic, but I refuse to allow a feasible defense to go unnoticed.”
“Thank you, Headmaster,” Hermione said. Her blush couldn’t have been redder if she had tried.
“Well it is getting late isn’t it? I had better be off to bed. Please keep me updated on your progress. And let me know if Crookshanks gets a good night’s sleep,” the laughter in his voice was musical as he turned to leave.
“Good night, Professor.”
“Good night to you too, Ms. Granger.”
How could see have ever decided to seduce Professor Snape like a common house cat? She was an intelligent woman involved in very serious work. How could she let her hormones rule her? Still the door to the Prefect’s washroom was within her sights. Clutching the cat toy Professor Dumbledore had given her, Hermione turned back towards Gryffindor Tower.
Professor Snape watched Hermione walk back down the hallway through the crack in the Prefect washroom door. He felt his heart slow its beating as she walked away. God, what would he do if she had walked into the washroom? He couldn’t have stopped himself. The idea of stripping her down and taking her into the tub with him was almost more than he could stand.
It was with great restraint that Professor Snape closed the washroom door and turned to look at the tub. The massive bathtub looked slightly less inviting now that Professor Snape knew there would be no Hermione in it with him. Still a bath would help him relax.
As Professor Snape slid into the hot bubbly water, he began to wonder if Professor Dumbledore had turned up on this floor by accident. The Headmaster always sd tod to have something up his sleeve. Perhaps he knew about Professor Snape’s feelings for Herrmione. Did the Headmaster come up here just to prevent the two from meeting, or was it all a coincidence?
Professor Snape was surprised to find a hand on his groin. For a moment he was certain Moaning Myrtle had returned to finish what she had started. But upon further inspection he realized the hand was his own even though he hadn’t consciously thought to put it there. Well tonight was a night to go with the flow, Professor Snape thought. And he went with it.
Hermione Granger came storming down the hallway with a wave of frustration and desire following her. The Pink Lady, of course, saw her first and ran to tell the other portraits of Hermione’s vehement progress down the hall. Hermione heard the whispers from the portraits, but she didn’t care. No one and nothing was going to stop her from going into the Prefect washroom to confront Professor Snape.
Just as the thought entered her mind, Albus Dumbledore turned the corner of the hallway and began walking towards Hermione. He was holding a ball of tawny full that made pitiful mewing noises.
“Ms. Granger, I believe I have found something of yours,” Professor Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. “Mr. Filch said something about finding him in an awkward position with Mrs. Norris.”
Hermione flushed crimson and took the miserable cat from Professor Dumbledore’s arms. “I’m sorry Professor Dumbledore. I tested a lust-inducing potion on him, and now he’s uncontrollable.”
“So you haven’t figured out a way to counter that potion yet?”
“No sir. We’ve only just figured out how to make the potion and not lose control of oneself,” Hermione admitted.
“Well, this poor animal needs something to help him,” Professor Dumbledore said as he made a cat toy appear out of thin air. When he handed the toy to Hermione, a feeling of calm overcame her.
“I’ve cast a relaxation spell on the toy. I suspect that the more Crookshanks here plays with it, the less the lust-inducing potion will affect him.”
“Thank you very much, sir. I am sorry you had to find him that way,” Hermione said unable to meet the Headmaster’s eyes. She was no better than her potion-ridden cat with her desire to seduce Professor Snape.
“It is no problem at all. But how is your work with Professor Snape progressing?”
Hermione stood straighter and tried to sound dignified as she began describing the work they had completed.
“And tomorrow we begin making the Enhance Power potion,” Hermione finished almost without taking a breath.
“Ah, the Enhance Power potion is one of the most seductive. One must already possess great knowledge and power to control it while it is being made. I do not doubt that between you and Professor Snape the potion will stay under control.”
“Thank you for your confidence, sir. Usually I build the potion and Professor Snape serves as the safety spotter. So far he has not had to interfere, but he doesn’t really agree with my methods,” Hermione said determined not to be embarrassed about her Tactile Contact Theory.
“I totally agree with your theory, Ms. Granger. Anything that keeps one grounded is absolutely viable in this situation. We might have a problem passing this one by the Minister of Magic, but I refuse to allow a feasible defense to go unnoticed.”
“Thank you, Headmaster,” Hermione said. Her blush couldn’t have been redder if she had tried.
“Well it is getting late isn’t it? I had better be off to bed. Please keep me updated on your progress. And let me know if Crookshanks gets a good night’s sleep,” the laughter in his voice was musical as he turned to leave.
“Good night, Professor.”
“Good night to you too, Ms. Granger.”
How could see have ever decided to seduce Professor Snape like a common house cat? She was an intelligent woman involved in very serious work. How could she let her hormones rule her? Still the door to the Prefect’s washroom was within her sights. Clutching the cat toy Professor Dumbledore had given her, Hermione turned back towards Gryffindor Tower.
Professor Snape watched Hermione walk back down the hallway through the crack in the Prefect washroom door. He felt his heart slow its beating as she walked away. God, what would he do if she had walked into the washroom? He couldn’t have stopped himself. The idea of stripping her down and taking her into the tub with him was almost more than he could stand.
It was with great restraint that Professor Snape closed the washroom door and turned to look at the tub. The massive bathtub looked slightly less inviting now that Professor Snape knew there would be no Hermione in it with him. Still a bath would help him relax.
As Professor Snape slid into the hot bubbly water, he began to wonder if Professor Dumbledore had turned up on this floor by accident. The Headmaster always sd tod to have something up his sleeve. Perhaps he knew about Professor Snape’s feelings for Herrmione. Did the Headmaster come up here just to prevent the two from meeting, or was it all a coincidence?
Professor Snape was surprised to find a hand on his groin. For a moment he was certain Moaning Myrtle had returned to finish what she had started. But upon further inspection he realized the hand was his own even though he hadn’t consciously thought to put it there. Well tonight was a night to go with the flow, Professor Snape thought. And he went with it.