It's All Fun and Games Until...

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Chapter 5: Perfect Execution

The potions classroom was silent, as Professor Snape preferred and, in fact, as he commanded it to be. He was stalking down the rows of desks, watching the students scribble at their parchments. A couple of boys at the back of the room had been flinging spells at one another. Ron Weasley’s head was dropping forward and Snape could have swore he heard a snore erupt from the boy. The rest of the students were writing frantically, their quills almost too slow for their ideas. A chair scraped back and Hermione Granger tossed her hair over her shoulder. She leaned back, her head thrown back, her pale throat bent, back arching. Her breasts strained against her robes. Slowly, she unbuttoned her robe and slung it on the chair beside her. She toyed with her tie, threading the length of fabric between her fingers. She cast a sidelong glance at Draco. Good, he was paying attention. Harry had also noticed and was shaking his head slightly. Ron was still dozing, making strange snuffling sounds from time to time. She grasped the fabric and pulled the tie from her throat, curling it on her desk like a serpent. She shook her hair, feeling it sway against her shoulders – all for dramatic effect. From the corner of her eye, she could see Snape approaching her desk. With shaking fingers, she scrabbled at the buttons on her shirt. She could feel more eyes watching her. “In for a penny, in for a pound.” She told herself “May as well make it count.” She had no desire for Crookshanks to spend the rest of his nine lives as a Lilliputian feline. She tugged the tails of her shirt from the waist of her skirt. Slowly, she flicked the last button free. Then, she hitched in a deep breath and allowed her shirt to fall open. She heard a murmur fill the classroom and she heard random snatches of conversation. “What is she doing?”; “Granger’s gone mad.”; “I always knew she’d snap!”

“May I ask what you are doing, Miss Granger?” Snape’s voice, sweet and low, was coming from somewhere to her right. Better make it count, she told herself. She stretched her arms above her head and feigned a soft yawn.

“I’m so warm, Professor Snape.” She purred. His eyes traveled to her chest where her rosy nipples were puckered from the chill which permeated the potions classroom year round.

“Really?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh, you don’t understand.” She pretended to pout “I’m almost burning up. You see, in your class, when you’re around, I’m nearly aflame.” She tied the tails of her shirt into a knot at her midriff, covering her bared breasts although not by much.
“I can’t hide it anymore.” She rose to her feet and began to sidle towards Snape, who was slowly inching away.

“I’ve been having these dreams…” She let her voice trail off.

“What sort of dreams?” Snape’s voice had started off a squeak before dropping to its regular timbre.

“Dreams…” She lowered her gaze and peered through her lashes “Dreams where I’m screaming your name as you take me on your desk.”

All eyes suddenly shot to the impressive desk at the front of the classroom.

“Dreams where I’m running my nails down your back, before I kiss you better.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip slowly.

Snape had retreated behind his desk and she was slowly slinking around it. She suddenly hopped up on the desk and crossed her legs. She silently congratulated herself on wearing one of her shortest skirts. Her legs were bare and she swung her one leg gently. Now that she had started the dare, she was almost enjoying herself. She finally understood why the Weasley twins had liked to play pranks. It felt good to act bad. She smiled a small smile. Snape was just standing behind the desk as if he was unsure of how to act when a half-naked student was perched on his desk. She reached out and put her palm on his chest, tilted her head back and looked him in the eye.

“You’re a hero now. You helped us win the war. You deserve so much.” She gave a sly wink. She ran her hand down his chest and was surprised to feel the sculpted muscles beneath the robes. “There’s nothing sexier than a hero….” She trailed off, finally adding “unless it’s a villain.” Her voice was low and husky. She caught her lower lip in her teeth gently.

All was silent for a long moment before Snape finally spoke.

“Bravo, that was quite the performance, Miss Granger. I don’t know what the reason for this display is but I will see you in detention for disrupting my class in this manner.” His face was grim “Now, take your things and leave. I will see you in detention at eight o’clock this evening, Miss Granger.”

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“Did you see his face?” Draco exploded, his face red as he barked with laughter.

“I thought he was going to kill me.” Hermione answered. “It’s not fair. You lot got away with your dares without detention – why did I get it?” She frowned.

“Probably because you took the dare and ran with it. You were practically trying to seduce Snape in the middle of his classroom.” Ron stated dryly.

“I was only doing the dare as Draco said I had to do it – to get Crookshanks changed back.” She happily patted the much larger bundle of fur that was curled in her lap.

“You do realize that Crookshanks was changed back after you started talking dirty to Snape. You didn’t have to go on.” Harry said, his eyes glittering behind his glasses.

“Well,” Hermione bowed her head “I sort of got on a roll and couldn’t really stop.”

“You should have an interesting detention tonight.” Draco smirked.

“What do you mean?” Hermione looked rather worried.

“Well, I reckon Snape’ll want to finish off what you started in class.”

“No…” Hermione’s mouth dropped open “He wouldn’t… I mean, he’s a teacher and I’m a student. Really… He wouldn’t…” She shook her head, her hair tossing this way and that.

“Did you have your eyes open at all during your dare?” Harry leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Yes, no…..What do you mean?” Her eyes were narrowed.

“You didn’t see that you were getting to Snape? You got to everyone in the room in fact. When you were doing your act, all the guys were watching your every move and all the girls were shocked by you, hating you.” Ron muttered something that she couldn’t quite hear. Hermione turned to him.

“What?” She snapped.

“It’s like you weren’t yourself.” He muttered sheepishly.

“Did you see his face when you talked about him taking you on his desk? He looked like he’d just won the lottery!” Draco cackled.

“No…” Hermione glanced at her watch and gasped. Almost eight o’clock.

“He wouldn’t. You’ll see. I’ll tell him some excuse. I’ll just wind up polishing bottles of bubutuber pus all evening.”

“You’ll be doing something all evening all right, but I wouldn’t bet on it being polishing potions bottles.” Draco grinned mischievously.