The Seduction of Snape.

Let's delve into Snape's sex life...wanna?

Hermione was stunned into silence by her Professor's words. She ate slowly, looking only at her plate, not daring to meet his eyes. She jumped slightly when his voice brought her out of her revere.

"So. I've determined he is older, not married and not gay."

"Who?" she asked, confused.

"Your secret love." He said. "It's not Lucius?" he asked suddenly,

"Malfoy!" she exclaimed, sounding shocked. "While I do find him handsome. I'm really not much into blondes. Why this sudden interest in my love life, Professor?" she demanded. "Maybe we should discuss your love life."

Snape crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. "And what love life would you be referring to?" he asked, his deep voice ominous.

Hermione stared at him, unable to speak.

"Come now Ms Granger." he said. "Surely Potter has told you my sordid tale of woe. I loved her. She didn't love me. She married another. She died. The end."

"But Professor," Hermione said, her voice grim, "That was over 20 years ago. Surely in all that time.." she faltered, not sure how to continue. "Well you're a man, you're still young. Surely you have.." she stopped again.

"Needs?" Snape purred, leaning across the table towards her.

"Well. Yes." she said softly.

"There are avenues a man can explore."

"You mean Prostitutes?" Shocked, Hermione whispered the last word.

"Yes. I do." Snape stage whispered back at her, "And taking matters into your own hands."

Hermione flushed a deep crimson, getting up she began to clear the table.

"Come now. Ms. Granger." Snape teased. "You're a grown woman now, surely you've heard of masturbation."

Hermione slowly dried her hands on a dish towel and turned to face him. "Not only have a heard of it, Professor, I engage in it on a regular basis." She turned and left the kitchen without waiting for his response.

"Touché" he whispered quietly.