She Said What?

well, here we go. it\'s the usual. what you find within this fic is not mine. i own the plot, what little of it there is, but not the characters. those are still owned by j.k. rowling, and i don\'t ever see her giving them up. damn my luck. oh well, i\'ll just borrow them a while, then put them back. i swear i will. and this is only for fun. no profit or anything. ~sobs~

be warned that this will contain more teaser smut. the real stuff is yet to come. and there will be smut. i promise. lots of it, in fact. so much that i\'m exhausted just thinking about it. at any rate.. we\'ll get to it.

as always, if you like what you read, please feel free to leave me a little note. if you see something you think can be made better, please feel free to leave me a little note. if you don\'t like it, do not flame me. i will use it to roast your ass with.

Chapter Six: Payback is a Bitch. And So Is Hermione.
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Hermione had never been so frustrated or infuriated in her life. She was so pissed off, no one dared look at her. She had returned to Gryffindor Tower last night after her \'encounter\' with Snape so in need, that she\'d been tempted to conjure something for the purpose. The idea that he had her on the verge of resorting to toys for relief was what had stopped her. For a time, at least. After ten minutes of peace and quiet while sitting locked in her private rooms, the throb between her thighs had been so intense that she just hadn\'t been able to stop herself.

She had laid in her bed and brought herself to her peak with her own hands. One hand set of fingers had concentrated on her aching nipples while the other set had slipped down between her thighs. She had found herself excited to a fever pitch after Snape had used his own long fingers on her traitorous body. She had been surprised to find that he had been so adept at manipulating her emotional state and bodily needs with the simple use of his hand. In point of fact, she had been very shocked to find that he knew well how to use his hands for such pleasurable pursuits.

He had used long, thin fingers to glide into her body in a manner which lead her to believe that he had been given much more time than anyone would have thought to learn the fine art of pleasure. She shuddered heavily at the thought that, if his hands were capable of such intense and amazing gratification, what could he be capable of with certain, other attributes. Other attrbutes that she had felt pressed up tightly against her bottom. Other attributes that felt wickedly long and wonderfully thick. It was all she could do to suppress the shudder that thought brought to her.

Every time last night that he had invaded her thoughts, that she had felt the ghost touches of his fingers and hands on her body, it had only served to drive her need higher. She had been driven to send her own hands questing between her thighs. Four times. She finally fell into an exhausted slumber late in the early hours of the morning, the visions of what else he could do to her playing repeatedly across the blank canvas of her sleeping brain.

So it was that she was completely bitchy when she woke in the morning. Even Ron and Harry shied away from her as she came down into the Common Room. She cast them a nasty glare that reminded them of the way Snape looked at them, then continued on to the portrait hole. The entire room behind her was silent as they watched her go. She didn\'t care what they thought about her or her drastic mood shift. They had no idea what it was like being married to Severus Snape.

It did not go unnoticed by any in the Great Hall that Hermione was practically isolated at the Gryffindor table. There was a gap on either side of her large enough to sit three people in. Every one of her House mates had distanced themselves from her, but she didn\'t seem to care or notice. What she did notice was the smug, self satisfied look on a certain git\'s face. Gods, she hated the man with every fiber of her being at the moment.

He didn\'t look as if he\'d suffered at all last night. He didn\'t appear to be lacking in a full night\'s sleep. He didn\'t act as if his whole world had been turned on it\'s ear. He looked as he always did. A snarky, smirking, greasy headed bastard who enjoyed tormenting the shite out of those around him. It was no wonder that people didn\'t like to be near him or talk to him or treat him kindly. She couldn\'t help but puzzle over why the Headmaster seemed to like him and put up with him. And that went for a few others on the staff, as well. They all treated him as if he were not a sour, bitter old man.

Resolutely, Hermione turned back to her breakfast. She would eat it without thinking on the man once. Without remembering how his hands had so expertly brought her to the highest peaks of arousal. Without recalling how he had ground his raging erection into her bottom at those moments last night when she was at her most fevered state of need. Without so much as thinking on how he had once again haunted her dreams while she slept fitfully, tossing and turning on her bed. Without...

Oh, who the hell was she trying to kid? Her body was thrumming with desire once more. It burned harder and hotter than it did last night. It seemed as if each encounter served to heighten the need, the desire for the man. She had to be completely lacking in mental facilities for such a thing to be happening. She detested the man with growing passion and here she was lusting after him. A sulking, scowling, cold hearted bastard of the worst kind. And yet, she wanted him. She was in such trouble.

\'Oh, shit,\' she muttered to herself. Several heads at the Gryffindor table looked up, staring at her in shock. She ignored them and worked at shovelling her food into her mouth. The sooner she got out of the Hall, the better she\'d feel.

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Severus smirked as he noted that Granger was on the outs with her friends. She sat by herself at the table, her face wearing a scowl of epic proportions. It seemed someone had gone to great lengths to make her completely unhappy. If he weren\'t in public, he\'d pat himself on the back. He had the infuriating witch completely thrown off, and he liked that very much. It served her right for being so high and mighty about... well, everything.

For almost seven years now, the girl had been a thorn in his buttocks, making him detest his job even further than he already did. To see her so ruffled and un-Hermione like was enjoyable to him in a way that other people found strolling about in the darkness with a partner, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings enjoyable. He wanted to make her suffer as much as he was able. A faint smirk lifted his lips. With the knowledge he carried in his over stuffed brain, he could make her suffer plenty.

He watched as her gaze flicked to the Head Table and where he sat. She looked distinctly like she was royally hacked off at him. He allowed the corners of his lips to lift in a smug smirk. Her eyes narrowed before she turned back to her morning meal. She wore a scowl that rivalled his own. It seemed she was totally caught up in her thoughts, and he could well imagine what those were. His smile grew.

He had, after leaving her last night, returned to his chambers to quaff a few snifters of brandy and allow his thoughts to dirft over what had happened between the two of them. He\'d been surprised to find that Granger had seemed quite receptive to his advances. She had returned his kisses with a fair amount of hunger. Her nipples, when his hands had sought out her breasts, had been firm and peaked beneath the layers of clothes she wore. And the amount of moisture pooled between her thighs had been astounding.

He knew, through the thorough questing of his fingers, that she was no virgin. Somewhere along the line, she\'d lost that barrier to some boy fumbling his way in the dark. All the better for him, as he despised women who had absolutely no clue when it came to bed sports. He liked his partners educated in more ways than one, and Granger would be no exception to the rule.

That thought brought him to a stand still. Since when would he ever condescend to going any further than putting his hands on the wench in an attempt to teach her a lesson? He certainly didn\'t want to put any more of his body on hers. Or in hers. He was not going to lower his standards and sleep with her. Not in this lifetime. Not in any other. He was not about to put his other extremities on her body anywhere and risk further exposure to her Gryffindor mentality. There was no way in all seven levels of hell that he would ever consider fucking Hermione Granger.

So why was it, while sitting there last night, thinking over the torture he\'d administered to her, that he\'d found his erection would not go away? It had felt to him for all the world as if it were only getting harder. He\'d found his hand straying absently to the tent in his trousers more than once while thinking on what he\'d done to her. As if he would allow himself any further gratification while thinking on her. It just wasn\'t right to lust after her the way he apparently was.

No matter what he\'d done last night, he hadn\'t been able to drive away the feel of her muscles cluthing at his fingers. How his name had sounded being spoken so huskily in his ear. How hard it had made him to know that she was reacting to him, and him alone. It had been all those things combined that had seen his hand finally do away with the confines of his trousers and take the thick length of his erection in his hand. He\'d worked at himself slowly the night before, his mind running over a dozen or more scenarios. Most of them involved shagging Granger until they both were raw and aching. That was not something he would normally do, but he somehow couldn\'t seem to help himself.

It had taken him nearly a full half hour to bring himself off. He had stroked at an almost leisurely pace, keeping his nearly painful need to orgasm to the back for as long as he could. When he had finally spent himself, he\'d been glad of the silencing spells on his chambers. He certainly wouldn\'t want to be embarrassed by having some student wandering the halls after curfew and catching that. He could never get over the shame of such an act being made public amongst the school\'s populace.

He brought his attention back to his wife. It sounded and felt odd to say that. Hermione Granger. His wife. His biggest pain in the arse. Next to Potter, of course. She had a very annoyed look on her face, and he couldn\'t help the chuckle that bubbled up, knowing that she was so out of sorts. And it was entirely his doing. He could honestly say that without bragging. He knew that she was completely pissed at the world at the moment. Because he had managed to do something few other people could. He\'d thrown the great Gryffindor Know-It-All for a loop.

It was obvious that she had no clue just what was going on. He didn\'t like it, but he knew that the two of them were attracted to one another on a physical level. Not that he had ever wanted something like that to happen. But it apparently had, and there was nothing he could do about it now. He would just have to go along with the mess these new and totally unacceptable feelings had created until they had passed. He would weather the storm of Granger\'s nasty attitude and the churning desires that were common place, when involving other people, with the stoic dignity that befitted someone of Slytherin House. He would simply ignore them until they went away.

He heard the clatter of silverwear and looked to Granger\'s spot at the table. Those who were closest to where she sat were staring at her as if she had suddenly sprouted four heads and a forked tongue. That thought, the image it conjured, had his groin tightening with insistant need. He muttered a curse, his eyes locked on the irritating witch as she glared at those around her. He saw her lips move. Judging by the reaction of those around her, whatever she had just said was not very polite or ladylike at all. He couldn\'t supress the grin that curled the corners of his lips up.

Oh yes, Hermione Granger was as frustrated as a person could get. He couldn\'t wait to see just what she did next to land herself in hot water. He was certainly looking forward to whatever consequences arose from her sudden ill temper. Perhaps he should keep a bag of popcorn on hand, as well as a cold glass of pumpkin juice. One never knew when one would see an interesting situation spring to life and need the appropriate refreshments.

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Minerva stepped into the Headmaster\'s office and looked at the man sitting behind his desk. She shook her head. There was a grin on his face that would rival the crack on a giant\'s arse. The old man was plotting some foul deed. She had a suspicion she knew what it was. Closing the door behind her with no small amount of control, she carefully warded and locked the panel. Then she turned to face him, a scowl to rival his grin on her face. Propping her hands on her hips, she narrowed her gaze on him. \'You know, it\'s not very nice of you to do this, Albus,\' she told him in a frosty tone.

\' I\'ve done nothing, Minerva,\' he laughed, his eyes twinkling insanely.

\'You\'ve forced the two of them together. And you\'ve admitted that neither one of them knows what has happened. I\'ve never seen Hermione so out of sorts in all the years she\'s been a student at this school,\' Minerva glared, not at all happy at the turn of events involving her best student.

\'And I\'ve never seen Severus smile as much as he has been lately,\' Albus replied softly, giving her something to mull over for a time. She stared as if the entire sentence was an oxymoron. Then she launched into another assault.

\'She can\'t concentrate. I\'ve never seen her do so poorly in class, Albus. This thing has to stop,\' she returned, stressing her words. \'Tell them, before they hex one another to death. Neither of them deserve this, Albus.\'

\' I never said they deserved this. But there are reasons to everything,\' Albus gave her a knowing look.

\'Can\'t you at the very least tell them?\' she pleaded.

\'Why should they believe me if I were to tell them? They need to discover it all on their own. It will mean something to them, should they find it all out by themselves. You know how pig-headed and stubborn Severus can be. I would imagine that Miss Granger exhibits some of those same tendencies,\' he looked at his Deputy Headmistress over the edges of his glasses meaningfully. \'There will be no more discussion on this, Minerva. What\'s done cannot be undone. You will have to wait and see what transpires between the two of them. Just as the rest of us will.\'

\'But why could it not have waited until after classes let out for the year?\' Minerva refused to let the topic lay.

\'Because it couldn\'t have. Now cease your pestering and go do your duties,\' he waved her away with a hand. She glared at him a moment longer, then turned and stalked from the room. He watched her go, chuckling under his breath. The woman truly had no idea what was actually going on.

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Hermione glanced about the hall, making sure no one was present to see her. After her terrible day, the last thing she needed was to be caught at what she was about to do. Through all three of the meals, she had seen Snape watching her. He\'d been smirking. Mocking. He knew what he was doing to her. The arrogant, self important ass knew what he was doing to her. That had set her blood to near boiling. It was bad enough that she had been coerced into this farce of a marriage. That her husband despised her as much as she despised him. Now to find that he was gaining indescribable amounts of pleasure from her discomfort. The shitehead had to pay.

So, after the evening meal, she had retired to her rooms to try and come up with some way to get back at him for his obvious enjoyment of her discomfort. She had wracked her brain for some time, wondering if she was devious enough to pay him back in kind for not only his laughing at her, but his treatment of the night before. She had almost given up hope of finding a way to properly punish him. Then her hands had brushed over the notes she had taken during her detention with him. A small plan had formulated and she\'d not been able to contain her grin or enthusiasm.

She had spent a few hours going over the notes, reading up on the things she had found in those books of his. As if she didn\'t know they belonged to him. They certainly hadn\'t come from the school\'s library. All those wicked things had served to give her a wonderfully nasty idea in regards to how she could get him back for his treatment of her. So here she stood now, in the empty corridor outside of his office, looking about as if she were guilty of skulking around.

When she saw that no one was in the hall, she pulled her wand from her sleeve and pointed it at herself. Muttering the spell softly, she gasped when she felt the instant tightening of her bra. Glancing down, she could see that the shrunken garment had pushed her breasts up and together, giving her some major cleavage. She used her wand once more, shortening the length of her school skirt. Instead of hanging at her knees, it now hung down far enough to just cover her bottom. Stowing her wand, she reached up and removed her tie, then undid four buttons. Glancing at herself once more, she could tell that there was more than enough of her flesh presented to view.

Heaving a sigh and drawing her Gryffindor courage, Hermione squared her shoulders and turned the knob on the closed door. The room beyond was cloaked in darkness, with exception of a few torches on the wall, flickering flames dancing over the plethera of items occupying the space. Her gaze racked over the chamber until it came to rest on him. Snape sat behind his desk, as usual. His head was bent over the parchment laid out before him, the quill grasped in his hand scratching over the paper softly.

\'Good evening, Professor,\' she said. It brought his head up, his attention locked to where she stood. She watched as his eyes narrowed on her, and she managed a smile. She moved closer to him. A scowl slipped over his face and he set his quill down.

\'Miss Granger,\' he nodded. She knew the precise moment he realized that she was not fully in school uniform. His gaze seemed riveted to her ample cleavage. She kept the smirk from her face, knowing that it would alert him to her less than Gryffindor plans. \'What brings you here at this time of night?\' he asked, his voice soft and low in the near darkness. Hermione drifted closer to his desk, her hand playing with the edge of the opened length of her shirt.

\' I wanted to come see you,\' she replied in a tone of voice that hinted at what she wanted to see him for. One raven brow lifted, and she could see the disbelief on his face at her implications. She smiled again, this one filled with more than a touch of mischief and a healthy dose of lust.

\'Really?\' he sounded far from believing her. She nodded, inching a little closer to his desk. Her fingers moved fron the edge of her shirt to one of the buttons, playing with it idly. His eyes followed her movement.

\'Of course,\' she nodded, stopping at the edge of his desk. Her hip was level with the top, and she propped one buttock up on the edge. His black gaze moved to look at the line of her leg. Much of it was bared to his view as she bent her knee and curled her leg in. The move spread the pleats of her skirt, and she saw his gaze flick to the spot where the garment dipped low over the valley she had created by positioning herself in such a manner.

\'And just want did you want to see me for?\' his voice, if possible, went even lower. This time, it was husky. Her lips curled up in what could be called a feral grin. She slithered from his deask when the ghost of a smile tilted the corners of his lips up, then moved around to stand in front of him.

\'Why, for your apparently excellent abilities in the area of physical gratification. What else?\' she told him. It was at least truthful. He crossed his arms over his chest, his scowl once more settling upon his face. She pulled herself up onto the surface of his desk, sitting before him. \'Let\'s face it. You don\'t like me, and I don\'t like you. But there is something to be said about the way you use those bloody talented fingers of yours. So let\'s not fight one another anymore. I say we give into these primal urges and get all the pleasure we want from one another.\'

\'You\'re here to tell me that you want to share my bed with me?\' he asked, sounding immensely skeptical. Hermione nodded, mutely spreading her legs in a decidedly lewd pose. He watched the edge of her skirt dip, hanging between the valley of her thighs. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She smirked when his hands followed her movement.

\'Come now, Professor. Don\'t sound so surprised. I can be a sexual creature. When I chose to be. If what you pressed against my bum last night is any indication, I think you should do nicely for me. I do like my men to be well.... educated,\' she almost purred, then had to hold back her laughter at the surprise on his face. The look lasted for all of ten seconds, then he grinned at her.

\'Pardon me if I find myself disbelieving of this claim about you being a sexual creature. It might behoove you to show me just how sexual you are,\' he said in such a soft tone, she barely heard him. But heard him she did, and the grin on her face let him know she heard him. She cocked her head to one side, watching him as he took note of how her haid slid over her shoulder like a waterfall.

\' I thought you would never ask,\' she finally said. She leaned back a small way, her fingers pulling the edge of her skirt up as she did so. When the garment was bunched up over her pelvis, she put her feet on the edge of the desk, keeping her thighs spread apart. She shuddered when his eyes moved to look at her cotton covered crotch.

\'My, my, Miss Granger. Black underwear?\' his voice was full of something she couldn\'t name, but she thought it was a good thing. \' I am impressed.\'

\' I do know how much you like this color,\' she smirked at him. He nodded slightly, then motioned for her to begin. Drawing a breath, she lifted her hands to her chest, her fingers massaging lazy circles around her already tightening nipples. He made a tsking sound, and she looked at him in time to see his wand slip out. He pointed it at her, muttering something under his breath. In a moment, she found herself lacking in clothes of any kind. His smirk grew, and he leaned back in his seat.

\'Please continue,\' he instructed. She nodded, then returned her fingers to her nipples. He watched her from hooded eyes as her nimble digits twisted and tugged at the tight buds. They tightened further, beginning to ache from the pressure she applied to them. Shortly, little spears of pleasure were lancing through her system. She moaned, closing her eyes as she gave herself over to the sensations. One hand slipped from her breasts to creep down over her belly. Her thighs spread further as one finger glided over her plump nether lips.

The room was silent but for her soft moans and gasps. That single finger slipped a little deeper into her core with each pass, the lips swelling open, blossoming like a flower in the sun. She slid her finger in up to the knuckle, pistoning it in and out slowly. She knew he watched her, could feel his gaze as it centered on her open, drooling core. Hermione couldn\'t explain it, but she was so hot at the moment. And his watching her work at herself only served to add fuel to the flames of desire that raged in her body. She wouldn\'t admit it to him or anyone else, but her words suddenly held a world of truth in them. She wanted him in the worst possible way.

Her dreams and fantasies came streaming back like a freight train. Her finger plunged deeper, thrusting harder. She panted and mewled as she finger fucked herself. She added a second and third, her thumb brushing back and forth over her clit. Her hips began bucking up into her hand with near reckless abandon. Her orgasm crashed over her in a dizzying wave of pleasure. It saw her lifting her hips from the surface of the desk, her limbs going rigid for several breat halting seconds. When she relaxed, her feet slipped from the desktop as she leaned forward to catch her breath.

\'Well, it would seem your claim is well founded. Now, perhaps you would care to demonstrate your technique on me,\' he drawled slowly, one long hand gesturing to his lap. She could see the tent in his trousers, and her smile was one of devious intent. Nodding, she removed herself from his desk, going down on her knees before him. He smiled down at her, and she grinned before lifting both hands to slowly work the buttons on his trousers free.

It took her only a few moments to undo the fly on his trousers. Her hands spreead the opening wide, dipping into the depths to grasp the hard length of his cock. His hips lifted minutely so she could shove his trousers down. She licked her lips upon seeing all of him. What she had felt pressed to her bottom, what she held in her hands, was damned impressive. His shaft was thick and long. She was positively giddy with discovery. Never before had she had a man in her hand of such epic size.

Hermione licked her lips, looking up at him. Then a wicked smile played about her lips. She sat back on her heels, finding her clothes folded neatly on the corner of the desk. She drew her wand and toyed with it. \'Let me make this a bit more fun,\' she cooed, then pointed the wand at him. With a beautifully executed swish and flick, she cast a spell to bind him to his seat with magical ropes. Then she cast a silencing spell, as well as a locking spell before setting the wand down. \'Miss Granger?\' his voice sounded strangled.

\'Don\'t worry, Professor. I\'ll let you go when I\'ve finished. You have my word as a Gryffindor,\' she told him sweetly, her hand once more reaching for his stiff erection. He nodded, his teeth gritted together as her hand pumped up and down. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick at the head of his cock. She felt him shudder and grinned, then opened her mouth and lowered it down over his erection.

She had to give the man credit. He didn\'t cry out, though she felt his muscles tighten up. She heard his fingers curl into the arms of his chair. His legs shifted apart wider to give her more room. She took it, inching closer to him. She worked her way up and down his shaft slowly, her tongue dragging over the vein on the underside as it pulsed with life in her mouth. She found the situation, the position, oddly erotic.

One hand settled on his thigh so she could steady herself. The other hand slipped off his body, between her chest and the seat of the chair. She felt him jump when her fingers curled over his balls. She began kneading them. Slowly. Gently. She could feel his cock swell in her mouth. He was enjoying himself enough that he was soon ready to orgasm. She smiled around the mouthful, working at an even slower pace.

\'Miss Granger!\' he gasped, her name sounding erotic on his lips. She took the cue for what it was and quickened her pace. His cock thickened yet again, his testicles drawing up tight in the palm of her hand. When she felt the first tremor, she pulled away and looked up at him with. Hermione glanced down to look at his stiff length. It was purple and dripping, the head and shaft glistening with a combination of her saliva and his precum. She backed off, standing up to look down at him. \'What the bloody hell is the meaning of this? Get back on your knees and finish what you\'ve started.\'

Hermione said nothing, but lifted her clothing and slipped back into it slowly. She made sure to charm her bra back to it\'s normal size, as well as adjust the length of her skirt. When she was fully clothed, she slipped her wand into her sleeve and headed for the door. Before laying her hand on the knob, she turned back to look at him. Professor Snape was straining at his bonds, trying to free himself. \'Oh, don\'t worry, Professor. The bonds will disappear shortly. I merely wished you to share in the misery you inflicted upon me last evening. Good night, Professor,\' she said, then opened the door.

\'You are a callous bitch, Miss Granger,\' he hissed at her back. She turned to face him once again, her smirk broad.

\'That I am, Professor,\' she told him, then stepped out of the room. Pulling the door shut behind him, she couldn\'t help but chuckle when she heard him cursing under his breath. As far as she was concerned, he\'d gotten what he deserved. She would have been in hysterics, had she known she and Snape were sharing the same thought at that very moment.

Perhaps Hermione would have done well in Slytherin House.

end chapter six.
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thanks to all my usual gang for their continued support. this chapter is entirely unbetaed... so excuse any mistakes. i will fix them later, at my leisure. i just wanted to get this up and done, as so many of you are having an attack of one kind or another. i apologise for the tardiness, but my brain has been mush lately, and it\'s been hard to get anything written down.

now... on to the thanks!

to Red: yes, he is evil. and so is she. i hope you enjoy this. and thanks for the support the other night. it was greatly appreciated. *huggles* to you, lady and Goddess Bless.

to thursdayschild: thank you. i have been told a time or two that i write good smut. i hope you had enough ice, and i\'m glad you find that there is plot to this. i\'ve also been told i have no plot. the involvement or non involvement of the Headmaster will be revealed at a later date.

to Bambu: i hope this chapter is what you had in mind. i am having loads of fun pitting these too against one another.

to Alisha: so hot it was speechless? oh my.... i hope you had ice or a man or something handy.

to Deb: yes, he is an evil bastard. i\'m glad you love those lines. i like throwing in that bit of humor. i hope this chapter lives up to the last.

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again... thanks to everyone who has read this. i\'m really finding that i enjoy writing it, and i\'m glad to know it\'s been so well received. i once more apologize for the length of time it took me to post this chapter, but i\'ve got three stories going, and i alternate.