Snape in a Bottle ~ Editing

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Chapter 6 ~ Epilogue

Severus Snape sat at his desk in the Potions classroom, his fingers interlocked as he watched his pupils enter the class and take their seats. Hermione Granger entered, her bulging backpack slung over one shoulder. It was a wonder she didn’t walk like a hunchback after all these years of lugging too many books around. Severus watched surreptiously as she took her place in the first row, shouldered off her pack and slung it to the desk, removing her books and parchments for the class. He let her pile them up before he stood and said, “There will be no need for books or parchments today.”

Hermione gave him an exasperated look and began putting her books back into her backpack, frowning. He could have said something before she took them all out, the bastard.

Severus smirked a bit before walking around his desk and glaring at the class.

“Today we are going to do a bit of brewing. A simple healing potion for the infirmary. Basic fifth year work. Actually, you will be doing work I don’t feel like doing. Miss Granger?” he said addressing the Gryffindor witch, who totally ignored him as she tried to get her books back into her bag.

Severus glided up to her desk.

“Er…are you very busy, Miss Granger?” he purred at her.

“Yes,” Hermione said, not looking up at him or realizing she was being addressed by the Potions Master. The rest of the class looked at each other shaking their heads slightly. They knew what was coming.

Suddenly Severus slammed his hand on the desk, startling the witch and making her drop her entire backpack, the books tumbling out on the floor. She looked at him with wide eyes.

“The bell has rung. The class has begun, Miss Granger. You are now on my time,” he said quietly, “any ‘busyness’ should be concerning seventh year potions, not overstuffing your obviously inadequate backpack.”

Hermione frowned slightly at him, and he quirked his lip unpleasantly. But she knew better than to say anything rude. Instead, she said, “May I pick up my books?”

“No. I don’t have an hour to wait for you to reinsert them into your pack, Miss Granger. Let them stay. They won’t grow legs and walk out of the classroom,” he replied.

A couple of sniggers erupted. Severus glared the class to silence, then his black eyes returned to Hermione.

“Now that I have your attention, Miss Granger, I would like for you to go to my potions stores, wheel out the cart containing the ingredients for the healing potion and pass them out to the class. Draco and Blaise, you two distribute the cauldrons and heating element,” he said. “One per student.”

“Yes, sir,” Draco said rising and giving Hermione a nasty smirk before walking to the back of the class with Blaise, collecting up the cauldrons.

Hermione walked out of the class into the next room, where Severus’ potions stores were. She opened the door and saw the cart already loaded and marked, caught it by the handle and backed out of the closet with it. She wheeled it to the classroom under Severus’ watchful eye.

Row by row, the students walked up to the cart and Hermione handed out the ingredients.

“Place your own supplies on your desk, Miss Granger and return the cart to the stores,” Severus directed, walking back behind his desk and sitting down. He opened a book and began to read as the students went about brewing the healing potion.

Hermione returned, walked to her seat and began brewing as well.

Toward the end of the class, the Potions Master rose, walked back to his storeroom, opened the door and entered. He looked about carefully, then found what he needed, taking it and slipping it into his pocket. He exited the storeroom, warding it securely.

He returned to the class. Several bottles rested on his desk. The first one was Hermione’s of course. She was busily cleaning up her work space, cooling the heating element with her wand, then scourgifying the cauldron. She carried them to the back of the class and put them in their proper places. She then returned to her desk and bent to pick up her books.

Severus scowled.

“Not on my time, Miss Granger. Wait until the end of class,” he said archly.

Hermione plopped down into her seat, her arms folded across her chest looking mutinous. The Professor was insufferable. For the most part. He was also one of the most intelligent, courageous wizards she knew. Secretly, she knew he couldn’t help being such a bastard. All those years being beaten and tortured by Voldemort for the greater good had to have taken their toll. Good thing the despot was dead now. But it didn’t seem to improve the Potions Master’s personality at all.

Which was why she couldn’t understand why she found herself thinking about him in a manner that she shouldn’t be. He was old enough to be her father, and mean enough to face down a basilisk. It had to be hormones. It figured her growing sexuality would focus on a man like him. Someone cold, sarcastic and untouchable. Even her sexual nature had to challenge her abilities. Shit.

Well, she’d be graduating soon. She didn’t have a salamander’s chance in the Artic of ever doing anything more than daydreaming about the dour wizard. She’d just have to get over it. At least her daydreams hadn’t gone any farther than kissing him. It would have been just too disturbing if anything more had popped into her head.

The rest of the class brought their finished potions up to the front and cleaned up their work areas. The bell rang and they quickly filed out. No one hung around Potions class if they could help it. Soon it was just Hermione and Severus in the classroom, the wizard’s dark eyes resting on Hermione silently as she picked up her books and wrestled them all into her backpack. She was bent over, her ass pointing in his direction, small and plump beneath her robes.

The Potions Master’s thoughts idly went back to all the erotic images he saw in Terese’s mind concerning the young witch. She had a beautiful little body in those images. He wondered if those images were proportionally correct. His body had been right on point down to the scars and the size of his cock. It didn’t escape his notice that the witch was able to take him either…at least according to Terese. Hermione was supposed to be an untapped masochist.

The wizard felt a bit of a throb as he looked at the innocent witch and went over the reasons Terese gave for them being compatible, sexually as well as mentally. Again, it made a kind of perverse sense. He had to explore this further.

Hermione stood up, slung her backpack over her shoulder, slipped from between the rows and headed for the classroom door. Severus stood up.

“Just a moment, Miss Granger. Return to the front of the class. I wish to speak to you,” the Potions Master said, billowing around the desk.

Hermione looked a bit puzzled, then turned around and walked back to the front.

“Yes, Professor?” she asked, looking up at him with wide amber eyes.

As he looked down at the petite witch, Severus got the impression he was looking into the very face of innocence itself. Suddenly an image of her face contorting in pleasure superimposed itself over Hermione’s expression. The wizard blinked it away, then scowled at her.

“Miss Granger,” he said silkily, “When you entered my potions stores, did you have it in your mind to seek out something you shouldn’t seek out? Something off-limits? To touch something you shouldn’t touch?” he asked her, a bit suggestively.

Hermione stared at her teacher for a moment, not able to help thinking about her attraction to him. She pushed it out of her mind.

“No, Professor,” she replied a bit hoarsely.

Severus closed the distance between them, stepping into her personal space, standing mere inches from the witch, his dark eyes studying her for reaction. Yes, it was there. She flushed from head to toe and trembled. He arched an eyebrow at her.

“Put down your backpack and lift your arms, Miss Granger,” he commanded her.

Hermione looked puzzled.

“Why?” she asked him.

“Do not question me. Just do as I say, witch!” Severus snarled at her.

Hermione jumped and quickly put down her backpack and raised her arms. The Potions Master stepped a bit closer and reached around her, hearing the witch’s breath hitch. His dark eyes glittered as they stood face to face, eyes locked to each other, Hermione’s breast rising and falling rapidly in reaction. She couldn’t speak.

Severus slowly reached into her pocket, felt around and removed something.

He looked at it, then held it up as Hermione lowered her arms, looking bewildered.

“Boomslang skin,” she said in a low voice, her eyes shifting up to the Potions Master’s face. Severus was scowling.

“MY boomslang skin to be exact. I noticed a piece missing when I went to lock my stores. Since I counted them before class, I could come to only one conclusion. That you took a piece, probably for polyjuice or some other potion you have no business brewing,” the wizard said.

Of course, Severus had slipped the boomslang into Hermione’s pocket when he reached into it. That was what he took from the stores.

Hermione looked at him wide-eyed.

“But…but I didn’t take it, Professor…I swear!” Hermione tried to explain, looking at the dried skin with a perplexed expression.

“I supposed it just jumped into your robes pocket of its own accord, Miss Granger,” he replied nastily. “Regardless as to how it got there, it was there…and that Miss Granger is grounds for at least a week’s detention. You will report to me tonight at seven o’clock and do so for the rest of the week,” he said

“Detention for a week? But, Professor…” she began.

“Or would you prefer two weeks, Miss Granger?” he asked her, smirking. “It can be arranged.”

Hermione dropped her head in defeat.

“Fine, Professor. I’ll be there,” the witch said.

“Yes you will, Miss Granger,” he agreed arching an eyebrow at her. “For several hours.”

Hermione grimaced and picked up her backpack.

“May I go sir?” she asked.

“For now, Miss Granger,” he replied silkily, his eyes glittering at her.

Hermione seemed caught in his gaze for a moment, his black eyes seeming to draw her in. She began to lean a bit then caught herself, spun quickly and practically ran from his classroom.

Severus stared after her, a thoughtful look on his pale face. It seemed Mrs. Elderberry hadn’t been too far off the mark. Severus knew when a witch was interested, and although Hermione was young and inexperienced, her fascination with him was an open tome.

The Potions Master turned, took out his wand, miniaturized all the bottles on his desk, carefully deposited them in his robes pocket, then exited and warded his classroom. He began to make his way up the corridor. He was going to deliver the potions to Poppy to restock her supply. He had a little gleam in his eye as he walked.

Detention with Miss Granger ought to be quite…interesting.

THE END

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A/N: And there we have it. “Snape in a Bottle”. I hope you all enjoyed this short little OC PWP. Please leave a final review and thanks for reading. See you next story. ****