Killing Cupid

Chapter 7

A/N- Tried to make this chappie somewhat amusing in places, not sure if it falls flat on its face or not! I’m sure that elements of this chapter will certainly have been done before, but owing to the very nature of fan fiction its bloody difficult to be original all the time! It is all the product of my very odd, grubby little mind and personal fantasies, but if anything seems plagiarized it is unintentional, let me know and I’ll do all I can to rectify it! (In retrospect this seems to apply more to Chapter 8, as originally the two were going to be just the one chapter, but I got a bit too into the writing and made them a little too long!) Oh yes, bear with me on the explaination of how they got there, ahem..i know its unconvincing but what can i say but plot device! lol! :p

***Seva***

Dragon dung is a nauseatingly unpleasant smell. It is not, one can fairly safely assert, the type of smell one would willingly associate with the scene of any type of romantic, or even remotely amorous encounter. However, carnality being precisely what Hermione had in mind, and the aroma invading her nostrils being horrifyingly similar to the product of a loose-bowled Norbert, Hermione was understandably somewhat confused.

It occurred to her, that wherever she was, it was certainly not the room she had quite happily been seated on the floor of previously, and that she was no longerany any means naked. It also occurred, Hermione’s powers of perception really being on stunning form, that she had her eyes tighclosclosed, and was feeling more than slightly dizzy, yet not altogether in the pleasant, I-am-in-the-presence-of-a-sex-god manner which she had become accustomed to in the past few hours. She opened her eyes, cautiously and scanned the room.

Sodding hell. It appeared that she was seated in the Potions classroom, in a rather modified version of her school uniform.

Modifed in that her skirt appeared obscenely short, her shirt shrunken and unbuttoned virtually to the navel, breasts thrust forward by some manner of…Hermione gulped, as clearly the underwear she was currently sporting could only be described as… ‘lingerie.’ A ludicrously uplifting bra, made of, Hermione raised her eyebrows, emerald satin, matched with, she gave an involuntary shiver that Severus had…guessed…(She hoped fervently that he had acquired this knowledge through chance and hadn’t been delving into her mind, as considering exactly what he might find in there was a rather unnerving thought) at her secret preferred fantasy hosiery, stockings and suspenders. Rubbing her thighs together to feel the delicious friction of the silk she encountered a now fairly familiar draught and grinned. No matching knickers then.

Hermione blushed. She knew she should feel a wealth of emotion, ranging from ridiculous to insulted via ugly, uncomfortable and embarrassed, but all that she could seem to muster was decidedly horny. Concluding her examination of her clothing, and actually rather enjoying the feeling of being dressed like a rather more raunchy Britney Spears, (though obviously, being a woman of intellect she still detested the silicone enhanced pop tart) she allowed her eyes to travel to the Professor’s desk. Behind it sat Severus, grinning widely in a manner alarmingly reminiscent of the proverbial Cheshire cat, his eyes smoldering dangerously as Hermione stood, and his gaze approvingly devoured her form.

‘Severus,’ Hermione began, ‘I don’t wish to seem rude, or unappreciative, but…erm…why are we in your classroom, and what is that sodding awful smell?

Severus appeared to be leaving a trance as he shook his head, and half-tutted, half-sighed.
‘Ah, yes, the smell…It appears there was something of an…accident in the third year class that the dunderheads failed adequately to…deal with. They will be most severely…punished.’

‘Punished….’ Again Hermione trembled, now convinced that the Potions Master murmured such devilishly arousing words with the specific purpose of making her so turned on as to be on the verge of insanity.

‘But for now,’ Severus continued, ‘let me rectify it.’ He muttered a charm and the offensive odour was replaced by the sweet carbolic scent which lingered on his robes.
Hermione began, unsteadily due to thtraotraordinary heel height of the stilettos strapped to her feet, to teeter to the front of the classroom. Severus looked on, amusedly before eventually deigning to stroll the few of his long strides that it took to meet her.

‘How did we get here?’ Hermione uttered, somewhat breathlessly as Severus ushered her to his desk, backing her against the sturdy oak and stepping between her thighs as soon as she was comfortably seated upon it. He leaned in close to purr in her ear, his hair brushing against her cheek.

‘I presume you are not desirous of a facts of life lecture, my sweet, as I must confess I would be somewhat alarmed if you were not by now well aquatinted with the technicalities of how one becomes pregnant.’

‘Well,’ thought Hermione, ‘I’m more than willing to acquire more knowledge in that field. Hey, field, classroom, broom cupboard, I\'m not overly fussy... ’ (Although obviously, she wished to omit the actual pregnancy element, as the idea of spawning mini Snapes at the present moment was somewhat terrifying.)

However, if you were inquiring after an explanation as to how we found ourselves in this lab, we apparated.’ He hitched her skirt further up, inch by inch as he ran his palms along her thighs, causing her serious concern that a pool may be forming upon his tabletop.

‘But…’ She paused to allow a tiny sigh to escape as Severus played with her lace stocking tops, ‘buthoughought it was impossible to apparate within Hogwarts?’

‘Not for me,’ He murmured. ‘You see, I’m the Potions Master.’ He growled the ‘r,’ nibbling delicately upon her earlobe, as she practically melted into his arms, all too aware of his masterful qualites. ‘And since the areas I inhabit are not strictly Hogwarts as such, and the wards guarding them are near unbreakable, if I do say so myself, it’s perfectly possible for me to appear anywhere I so wish in the dungeons, bringing with me a…guest, if I so desire.’

‘But why didn’t I realize what was happening…and how did,’ she glanced meaningfully at her outfit, ‘I get into this?’

Severus grinned smugly. ‘Mmmm…yes…well it seems you were somewhat…overwhelmed by the effect of the apperation, and I must apologize most sincerely for the rather sudden manner in which I brought us here, accounting for unawareness of the situation. It appears you were rendered unconscious by the mode of transportation. So, I took the lty oty of producing for you a costume I saw more fitting for the…occasion…whilst I awaited your recovery.’

‘So what, Sir, is the occasion you had in mind’ whispered Hermione, bringing her face closer to Severus,’ trying in vain to capture his lips with her own.

‘Well Miss Granger,’ intoned Professor Snape, in his darkest, most fatal voice, ‘I believe you will discover upon returning to your seat , as I hardly think your current position, upon your Professors desk no less,’ he tutted slowly, wagging his finger, ‘is any place for a student, however mischievous they may be…’

He swept, batlike, to his seat, leaving Hermione no choice but to grudgingly do as he requested, and remove herself to what seemed an almost unbearable distance away from him.

‘Now Miss Granger,’ his voice filled the room, regal and commanding. ‘You’re going to write me an essay. The subject, will be most interesting to you, as will, I believe the materials with which it is written. What I request of you, my pet, are your deepest, most debauched desires. Consider carefully what it is you submit to me, for once I am in the knowledge of that which you crave, well, there’s no telling how they may be used…’

His voice was like liquid silk, dripping exquisitely over Hermione’s already over-stimulated body, not to mention mind. So, as with a click of his elegant fingers a quill and parchment appeared before her, she began, with no small amount of trepidation, yet an equal amount of excitement, to write.

A/N- Another evil cliffy! I’m sorry! As I seem to constantly keep saying, if the linking back to the challenge element bothers you, it will be coming (so to speak) soonish! But I bet you can all guess what next chapter’s going to be *Cough* Hermione’s essay *Cough* No thank you list this chappie, not cos I’ve stopped adoring you all *mwah! * How could I? But cos I’ve done such a rapid update thought I’d wait til after chapter 8 and then do one massive thanks list rather than a couple of lesser ones!