Animal Instinct

Animal Instinct

By tawnyteaser

Disclaimer: Not mine only borrowing.

Hermione
finished the last of her supper, swallowing the last bit of pumpkin juice and
wiping her mouth she stood. “I’m going to head back to the tower for a little
bit before I go down to the dungeons. Does anyone want to come with me?”
Hermione sighed as she saw the heads shake negatively. Well it had been worth a
try.

Albus
Dumbledore watched Hermione leave, he was aware that she had been out of character.
All the teachers had noticed and remarked upon that fact, all except Severus.
Albus knew that Hermione was going through a tough time, and heted ted to help
but didn’t know if he could. “Severus a word with you.” Albus watched as the
potions master stopped mid-step and turned around to face him.

“Unfortunately
Albus I have to go down to the dungeons to prepare for a detention tonight.”

“Detention?
On the second day of classes? Who got detention if I may ask.”

“Hermione
Granger.” Severus gritted out through clenched teeth.

Albus felt
his eyebrows rise. “Did I hear you correctly Severus?”

“I do not
repeat myself. Yes Miss Granger was late for the second time. Now if you’ll
excuse me I do have to prepare.”

Albus
sighed and watched Severus walkout of the great hall. Severus was too focused
on potions and trying to defeat the dark lord. He needed someone to care about,
someone to talk with. Someone who was his intellectual equal. Albus turned his
attention to the Gryffindor table his mind musing over certain possibilities.
“Maybe, just maybe that someone is already here.” He murmured to himself and
exited the great hall himself.

Hermione
threw off her robe as soon as she had shut her chamber door. A fire crackled
merrily in one corner of the room, a warm glow filling the room. Hermione
unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on her bed. For detention she would make sure
that she put Severus off balance, that way they could spend her detention doing
more things then her cleaning cauldrons and him grading assignments.

A quick
glance at her wardrobe told her that she didn’t have anything to wow her
potions professor. ‘Well what’s good magic if you can’t use it to help you
become a knockout?’ Hermione thought and began looking through her desk drawers
for the Vogue magazine that her mother had given to her just before she had
been murdered.

“Ah HA!!!”
Hermione’s triumphant exclamation echoed in her room. “Now where was it…”
Hermione continued to flip through the pages until she had found the right page.
A crimson top that only had roses covering strategic places, the rest of the
top was sheer. That meant that Hermione couldn’t wear a bra. A smile crossed
her lips, one less piece of clothing to remove. For her bottom half she picked
out a black mini, ruffles edging the bottom. “Shoes, shoes…” Hermione muttered
as she flipped through some more pages. “Heels? But what kind? Hooker boots?
What do you think Bast?” Hermione asked her cat who had jumped up on the bed.

Bastet
looked up at her mistress and meowed. She walked over to the paper that mama
was looking at. The shapes didn’t make any sense to her so she put a paw down.

Hermione
rubbed the head of her cat. The paw was on the pair of hooker boots. The heels
were high, but they were the thick heels so walking wouldn’t be a problem.
“With those heels that would make me the same height as Severus. Excellent
choice Bast.”

Bastet
herself gave a small chirp of disgust. Petting was all she had wanted but now
wasn’t even going to get that. She jumped off the bed and began to wash her
face.

Hermione
smiled as she finished her outfit. She grabbed the robe she had dropped and put
it back on. A small-satisfied smile graced her lips as she left her room to
face round 2 with Severus.

Severus
made sure all was in order; all the dirty cauldrons were lined up. He had
hunted down every single cauldron he could find, even borrowing some from other
professor’s. Anything to make sure that Hermione and himself were not left
alone together. A knock on the door alerted Severus to the time. Eight o-clock
on the dot.

“ENTER!”
Severus snapped out. The door slowly opened to reveal the head girl. Snape
swallowed slowly. He started at her feet, which were shoed in thick boots,
their laces begging to be untied. Her robes hid whatever she was wearing
underneath and for that Severus was glad.

Hermione
smothered a smile. ‘You can look all you want. It’s the touching I want
Severus.’ Hermione knew that Snape would be monitoring her thoughts. She was
rewarded by Severus’ head shooting up and his eyes narrowing. Hermione licked
her lips and smiled. “I’m here for my detention Professor Snape.” ‘Actually I’m
here for much more.’ Hermione thought and looked on interested in the bright
red blush that covered his cheeks.

“Miss
Granger since you are here so promptly I assume you are ready to work!”

Hermione
shut the classroom door behind her and muttered a locking spell.(an: sorry my
Latin is a big 0). Hermione raised her hands to the clasp of her robes. “But
Severus, is that what you really want to do? Work?” Hermione purred and let go.

Snape felt
his blood pressure rise as he took in her outfit. Legs reached upwards and
disappeared undern a s a skirt that could be considered illegal. Her top, if it
could be considered that was indecent, but it made his mouth dry up. He
swallowed and took a deep breath. “Miss Granger-“

“Hermione.
You can call me Hermione, after all I call you Severus.”

“Which I do
not like, you shall call me Professor.”

“Oh do you
like the whole schoolgirl fantasy? I suppose we could always do that later if
you still want to.” Hermione smiled cattishly and walked slowly over to where
Severus was standing. She smothered a laugh as Severus backed up until he hit
his desk.

Severus
took deep breaths. This was not how it was supposed to happen. He was only
supposed to tell her to clean all the cauldrons non-magically and leave when
she was done. He would retreat to his private office and not come out until she
was gone.

Granger you do realize that you are breaking school rules?” Snape knew that it
was a pathetic attempt to distract Hermione but it was worth a try.

Hermione
gave a small shrug. “Rules are sometimes meant to be broken. After all Ron and
Harry broke so many rules in our second year. Don’t you remember? To get into
the Chamber of Secrets? But it turned out all right for them, so why can’t it
for me?”

Snape
grimaced as he remembered the trouble that Potter and Weasley had gotten
themselves into over the years, the Chamber of Secrets being one of the more
serious rule breaking sessions. “Be that as it may Miss Granger that does not
excuse you following a professor around, disrupting his class and” Snape’s
tirade was cut off as Hermione closed the distance and kissed him.

“Ask me if
I care.” Hermione murmured against Severus’ lips before she deepened the kiss.

Severus
knew he was lost. Her kisses awoke the long hidden passion that had had to be
buried for him to survive. His arms rose on their own violation and caught
hers, pulling her even closer. Hips touched hips, chest touched chest. To
Severus it was like tasting the forbidden fruit.

Hermione
broke the kiss, taking in deep breaths. She could feel her nipples peaking at
the close contact of his chest and the wetness pooling between her legs. “I
want you Severusss.” Hermione whispered into his ear, dragging out the s in his
name. She felt the shudders that rippled through him, close as their bodies
were. “Please don’t say no this time.” Hermione moved her head back a fraction
so that she could look directly into his obsidian eyes.

Severus
looked deep, her eyes once again a tawny gold. In their depths he could see
desire, see the inner flame that flickered and grew as she became aware of her
sexuality. He wanted to see that flame lit like a bonfire. He wanted to have
heneaeneath him, crying out his name, but some part of him still remembered
that she was a werewolf and her life would continue to revolve around the
moon’s cycles. His heart said YES while his ever-sharp mind said NO. With a
groan Severus kissed her hard. His tongue slipped past her open mouth to duel
with her tongue.

Hermione
felt the groan that Severus let out right down to her toes. She angled her head
to deepen the kiss even further. She was rewarded as Snape crushed her to his
chest. Hermione could feel his erection through their clothes and Hermione
groaned herself. This is what she wanted. She wanted Severus to lose control,
to be free to kiss her and allow her to kiss him back.

Severus
filled his hands with her ass again. He still remembered how it had filled his
hands so nicely. He ground his hips against hers and slowly brought a hand up
from her ass to clench the back of her head. He broke off the kiss and tilted
her head back to give him access to her neck. He trailed kisses down to where
the shirt formed the v that dipped down to mid-chest. The rise and fall of her
breasts was distracting and his other hand rose to cup one.

Hermione
barely smothered the gasp that threatened to pass through her lips. It felt so
good being here in his arms. When his hands had left her ass she had felt
disappointment, but that to was left in the dust as he feathered kisses down to
the collar of her shirt. His other hand kneaded and weighed her breast and
Hermione felt her nipples ache. She broke out of his embrace and grabbed the
bottom of the shirt and drew it over her head. She didn’t look to see where she
had flung it. Hermione was too interested in watching Severus’ reaction.

Severus
felt all the blood leave his head and pool in his groin as he finally saw what
the shirt had been hiding. High, firm breasts tipped with dark pink nipples
beckoned to be licked. Begged to be sucked. He felt his eyes wias has he saw
the tattoo on her shoulder. It was of a king cobra, hood open, coiled ready to
strike. He looked over her shoulder and saw another on her lower back.

“Tattoo’s
Hermione? You really are a rebel.” Severus said, his voice sounding hoarse even
to his ears.

Hermione
moved until she was once again in the circle of his arms. “Mmmm. You have no
idea Severus.” Hermione purred and her fingers reached up until they found the
clasp to Severus robes. A quick flick and they too fell to the floor. Her
fingers were reaching for the buttons to his shirt when a loud knock echoed throughout
the room.

“Damn it
all to hell.” Hermione heard Severus mutter. “Can you just pretend that you’re
not here?”

“No I
can’t. Remember that the gryffindors and slytherins know that you have
detention with me. Bloody hell even Albus knows.”

spanspan>Hermione
sighed as the knock sounded again. She quickly found her robe and threw them
on. She looked around for where her shirt was but couldn’t find it. She
shrugged and took a seat towards the back of the classroom for the first time
noticing all the dirty cauldrons placed on top of all the desks. A small smile
flirted across her face.

Snape
grabbed his robe, threw it on and undid the locking charm that Hermione had
placed on the door. “Enter!”

The door
creaked open as a familiar face peered in. Albus Dumbledore with Remus Lupin
were cautiously entering.

‘Almost as
if they knew that we’d been doing something, but no it couldn’t be.’ Severus
thought. A quick glance showed Hermione towards the back of the classroom, her
attention focused on using her wand to clean the cauldrons.

“Yes
headmaster, Remus?”

“Ah Severus
we need to talk to you regarding an important matter. Perhaps you could release
Miss Granger from detention a little early?”

Snape
glanced at the clock. His eyes widened. It was a little after nine. It had only
felt like minutes when they were kissing. “I suppose she can always make it up
with McGonagall.” Snape muttered and nodded.

“Excellent.
You are free to go Miss Granger.” Albus Dumbledore said, his eyes sparkling.

Hermione gritted
her teeth and smiled. “Thank you Professors, headmaster.” Hermione nodded to
each one and left the potions classroom.

“AHHAHAHAH!!!”
Hermione screamed as soon as she was far enough away. Foiled again, this time
by Remus and Dumbledore. “He’s going to explain himself this time.” Hermione
muttered, thinking how Remus had a habit of interrupting them just as they were
making progress.

A loud meow
made Hermione look further down the hall. Red eyes glowed in the shadows and
Hermione knew that Mrs. Norris was on her nightly rounds.

Hermione
couldn’t resist the hiss that passed through her lips. She was not afraid of
this creature.

Mrs. Norris
looked up at this thing that had the affront to hiss at her?! A low growl
rumbled in her throat and her tail lashed back and forth. Her ears were pressed
flat against her head. Fights were always welcome.

Hermione
growled right back. Her eyes glowed gold in the shadows as she walked closer to
the cat that dared to challenge Hermione.

Both human
and cat eyed each other neither willing to back down. Both felt that they were
in the right. A sound down the hallway, an echo of footsteps broke the
challenge. A draw then.

Hermione
continued on her way down the hall in the opposite direction of Mrs. Norris,
pausing to hiss one last time before walking out of sight.

Wellll? Sexual tension, sexual frustration got to love it
eh? Just makes it more suspenseful.