The Seduction of Snape.

Still flushing deeply, Hermione entered the library. Grabbing the remotes, she placed a DVD in the player and turned the TV on. She curled up on the couch, her head using the arm rest as a pillow. She barely moved when he entered the room. Expecting him to sit in his usual chair, she was surprised when he settled on the couch next to her. If she were to straighten her legs, her feet would touch his thigh.

"What are we doing?" he asked.

"I am watching a movie." She said coolly. "You? You are annoying me."

He snorted loudly.

Hermione was acutely aware of the closeness of him. She couldn't believe that she was on a couch, watching a movie with Professor Snape.

"So what is this we're watching?" he asked.

"Bridget Jones' Diary." she answered. "Now shhh."

After of few more minutes, he sighed, "Is this one of those movies the Americans call a 'chick flick'?"

"Yes." she answered, lightly kicking his thigh with her foot. "Now stop talking."

They watched the movie in silence for about 20 minutes, before he could take it no more. "What is wrong with her accent?" he demanded. "She sounds ridiculous."

Hermione sighed deeply. "She's not British, she's American pretending to have a British accent. Now 20 points from Slytherin for talking during the movie." She kicked him a few more times for emphasis.

"20 points?" he questioned. "But this movie is dribble."

Hermione punctuated each word with a kick to his thigh. "Please. Stop. Talking".

She gasped when he caught her foot in his hand. Holding it firmly, he growled. "20 points from Gryffindor for kicking the Potions Master."

Hermione tried to pull her foot out of his grasp, but he held it firmly. Sighing, she stopped trying and turned back to watch the movie, leaving him to hold her foot. Snape was more then a little surprised at her easy surrender.

Everything stopped for Snape as he held her delicate foot in his hand. He hoped she didn't notice the change in his breathing, or the erection that now tented his lounge pants. Holding her foot gently, he began to lightly stroke her instep with his thumb.

Hermione struggled to keep her breathing steady. The movie was all but forgotten. Staring straight ahead, she tried not to moan at how nice it felt. His callused thumb stroking her foot was both exciting and comforting at the same time. Warmth and wetness gathered between her legs.

Snape managed to stay quiet through the rest of the movie. He only snorted loudly at the scene when Mark Darcy tells Bridget he likes her 'just as she is."

"What?" Hermione asked, not lifting her head, "You don't think someone can care for someone just as the are?"

"No. I don't." he growled.

"Pity." Hermione sighed.

"So nice. So naïve." she heard him whisper softly. She felt him lift her foot and gasped when he placed her toes in his mouth, his warm tongue sensuously circling each digit. 'Oh Gods it felt good.' she thought. Hermione told herself that he was only doing it to tease her and prove to her how naïve she was, so she quickly snatched her foot back.

"I'm not that naïve." she muttered under her breath. Jumping off the couch she muttered a quick good night and ran out of the room.