She Said What?

so. here\'s how it goes. there\'s absolutely nothing that is mine in here, other than the twisted plot bunny that would not leave me alone. it insisted that i had to write this. i couldn\'t make it leave me alone. so here i am, back with another chapter. just so you know, i am not making any money from this, no matter how good it might be. everything is owned by j.k. rowling, and i will not steal from her. i am, however, borrowing at present. i will put everyone back in good time. as soon as i get done manipulating them to my every evil whim! ~muwah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!~

and, there might be smut ahead. then again, there might not. i might still be working toward it. the two of them seem to be having fun chomping at the bit and one another\'s throat. and seeing who can outdo the other in the area of supreme nastiness. i\'m not sure who\'s winning, either. at any rate, this is only a warning. we shall see what happens together, as it happens. i know i really don\'t have any idea.

finally, you all know how i love to hear from you. each and everyone of you mean loads to me. no, honest, i swear it\'s true. it\'s not the reviews, though they do make me feel warm and squishy. it\'s the fact that someone reads and lets me know i\'ve managed to do something..... entertaining. that\'s all i\'m here for, at any rate. i mean, if i were only in it for the glory, i would have been sorely disappointed long ago. but, should you care to leave a review, i will happily take it. just don\'t flame me, please. the dragon doesn\'t like it, and frankly, i don\'t want to smell roasted ass hairs. anyhooo... on to the chapter.

Chapter Eight: Potions And Consequences
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Saturday morning dawned gray and dreary. Heavy clouds blocked the sun, carrying the promise of terrific storms at some point in the day. Severus made his way toward the staff\'s table at the far end of the Great Hall with something like a spring in his step. Students and staff alike stared at him curiously, wondering at the change of events. He had been in a foul mood all week long, and it had not gone unnoticed by anyone with eyes. That mood, one more nasty and obnoxious than any could recall, seemed to have left him almost as suddenly as it had come.

He took his seat at the staff\'s table with a near smile on his face, sending the House tables into a panic. Every student beneath Hogwart\'s illustrious roof, including those in Professor Snape\'s own House, knew a moment of mind-numbing fear. Whispers errupted, flying back and forth between the tables about what Snape could possibly have planned. It was nearing the end of term, and no one would put it past the Potions Master to plan something for them that would ruin the spirit of the coming summer holidays. They whispered to one another fervently, trying to discern the reason behind his most unusual expression.

He ignored the looks and concentrated on enjoying his breakfast. His gaze lifted occasionally to flick casually across the Hall, to observe his wife as covertly as he could. She chatted with her two shadows, Potter and Weasley, amicably. She was smiling and laughing with the two of them, her cheeks flushed pink as she basked in the attention they seemed to be lavishing on her. She seemed, in point of fact, to be thoroughly enjoying herself. He felt his scowl creep onto his face for a moment, his mind wondering almost frantically if she had found the antidote to his lust potion. Then she lifted her head and he swore he could feel the intensity of her eyes as they locked with his. He was certain that he could see the burning need that darkened her chocolate brown eyes, making them appear as black as his own.

He\'d watched her the previous day as well, noting that she\'d had an impossible time trying to remain still and focused. During all three meals, she had shifted constantly. Almost imperceptibly. That told him that the potion had worked as it was meant to. Slowly and subtly. It would create such need in her body that she would have trouble managing even the most mundane of tasks when it was at it\'s strongest. A potion that was not to be brewed and used by someone lacking in talent, as it called for a precise hand and keen intellect.

It had been devised as a form of torture for errant Witches during the height of medieval times. A punishment for those who were considered to have loose virtue. A slow acting lust potion that would render the one to whom it had been administered completely insane within a matter of days if the need it aroused was not sated. As the women who had been subjected to it had been locked in a room by themselves, the outcome was inevitable. But Severus was the best in the world, and he knew how to refine any potion he found to suit his purposes. He had done so with this one.

While it would not drive Miss Granger over the edge into madness, it would take her to the brink of lust and desire, pushing her ever toward a mind-blowing peak that she would not be able to achieve on her own. Oh, it had been simple enough to do, and he was relishing watching her squirm. That is, until he found her laughing and smiling like normal. Surely she hadn\'t found the antidote. The potion was obscure, written in heavy latin that was charmed against any translation spells. She should be practically panting after him, following in his very footsteps in an attempt to gain from him what she wanted. What she needed.

Instead, she was laughing and chatting with Harry Fucking Potter and Ronald Tag Along Weasley as if there were nothing wrong in her world. He was most vexed. His revenge for her leaving him bound to his own chair with a straining erection that ached should be wreaking more havoc on her young life than this. Severus was about to resort to his previously sneering manner when he caught sight of a very encouraging sign. Her hand, when she lifted it to push her hair back from her face, was shaking. Violently. He was happy to say that it seemed his potion was working well.

He\'d slipped it to her in the antidote for the lust potion they\'d brewed in class on Thursday. The second lust potion, *his* lust potion had been tasteless and odorless, so that she would not be able to detect it. And no one had been aware that it was in the vials of antidote sitting on his desk. He hadn\'t known until he\'d put his hand on it, as it had been warmer than that others. The lust potion had heated the glass a few degrees. Not many, but enough to let him know when he\'d touched it who it was for. He was certain by now that she knew what he\'d done. But she\'d made no move to retaliate in kind.

Severus would admit to being slightly disappointed that she hadn\'t come up with another clever idea to use to take some retribution on him. He\'d had to admit, after losing his temper and his erection, that her tactics were inventive and almost enjoyable. If he didn\'t hate her so damn much. He still couldn\'t understand why he\'d been saddled with the chit in the first place. And he couldn\'t even begin to count on Dumbledore to answer any of his questions. He had the sneaking suspicion that the old badger knew more than he was willing to let on.

~*~

Hermione glanced at the staff\'s table out of the corner of her eye. She saw the smug look on Snape\'s face and knew what it was for. He thought he\'d gotten the better of her. The man was so arrogantly conceited with himself, he didn\'t think that she was capable of anything sneaky and hidden as he was. She may have been sorted into Gryffindor, but that didn\'t mean that she couldn\'t think and act like a Slytherin. The snarky bastard was in for the shock of his life.

Hermione had spent much of her free time the day before last in the library, after she\'d realized that her husband had slipped her something. She\'d looked long and hard to find what it was. When she\'d found out how to stop it, she\'d been incensed. And it had been that anger that had driven her to find her next form of revenge. She\'d had to look long and hard among the pages of the books in the library, but it had been there. Her lips curled in memory of her excitement at the discovery.

The potion had been an easy one to brew, and it would have such a wonderfully wicked reaction once it worked through his system. Another plus to this potion was that it worked, even if only the smallest amount was used. The more one ingested, the larger the reaction it would bring. Hermione had debated on giving him the entire vial, but eventually changed her mind. She only wanted to let him know that she was not one to trifle with. Not make him completely miserable. Though the thoughtless git deserved that and more.

Immediately following classes, she\'d slipped off to Moaning Myrtle\'s bathroom and set up her cauldron. The loud ghost had only paid scant attention to Hermione until she\'d found that the live girl hadn\'t come to see her. The spectral being had then made her way to her favorite u-bend to wail and bemoan her fate in relative privacy. Not that Hermione had minded or anything. She\'d wanted to be able to work without interruptions, and she\'d known that Myrtle would ask questions were she to hang about. One thing she didn\'t need was word of her intended revenge getting back to Snape through the ghostly grapevine.

Hermione had brought forth the very simple ingredients that she had pilfered from Snape\'s own supply cabinet, then began mixing them into the pewter cauldron as per the instructions she\'d copied onto a piece of parchment. It had taken only a matter of an hour or so to get the potion put together. Then it had needed to brew for several hours to reach maximum effectiveness. She\'d spelled the cauldron and it\'s contents with a protection charm before slipping off for dinner. She hadn\'t wanted anything to happen to it while she\'d made an appearance in the Great Hall.

Once she\'d finished her meal, she\'d once more slipped back up to the loo and spent the rest of the evening with her potion. It had been ready by ten, so she\'d bottled it and cleaned up her mess, then stuffed her supplies back into her bag and returned to Gryffindor Tower. She\'d spent a few minutes speaking with her friends, then she\'d claimed she was absolutely worn out and had begged off the rest of the evening to sleep. Except she\'d lain in bed for several hours, staring at the electric blue potion and imaging what the look on Snape\'s face come the following evening would be like.

Hermione\'s alarm had been set for early, and she\'d woken up with a smile on her face. She\'d known precisely what she\'d needed to do, and she\'d rushed through her morning ritual. She\'d dressed herself, then slipped from her room and the dorm to make her way silently to the Great Hall. She\'d believed herself to be fortunate not to stumble across anyone, ghost or human alike.

The tables had all been set with plates, goblets, and silverware for the morning meal, and Hermione had taken a quick look about before stealing up to the staff\'s table to find Snape\'s place. Pulling the vial from her robes, she\'d lifted his fork and given it a good coat of her potion. She\'d done the same with his knife, knowing that he favored those two utensils most. Then, more as an afterthought, she\'d coated his spoon for good measure. Making sure she\'d set things back in their places, she\'d waited to make sure the potion was invisible on the utensils before she\'d made her way from the Hall and back to the dorms to wait.

Which brought her to the present moment, as she watched him carefully slip his breakfast into his mouth. Hermione noticed that everything Snape did was with precise, efficient movements. Except when he was angry or upset. But he wasn\'t either of those at the moment. He was in control and calm, his arm rising and falling gracefully. She was entranced by the motion a moment or two, finding herself enraptured with the controlled action and the way he so effortlessly moved his arm about. When she caught herself at it, Hermione shook the thoughts aside and smiled to herself.

She would know soon enough if her potion worked or not. So far, Snape had used all three utensils. It was only a matter of time now. The smirk was wiped off her face, though, when the Headmaster stood and motioned for the room to be silent. All eyes turned to him, giving him their undivided attention. \' I have a few announcements to make, so please spare me a moment of your time,\' he called out over the room.

\'As we are nearing the end of the year and we are going to lose some of those students who have made a rather large impression on the school,\' Dumbledore said, looking from one table to the next. It wasn\'t hard to figure out whom he was speaking of, and many faces turned to the Gryffindor table and the spot where Harry Potter sat. \' It has been requested of me that we have an all Houses included Quidditch match. Something along the lines of a best of the best contest. This will, as you all know, take place today, immediately following the conclusion of the morning meal. I would like to see everyone of you at these games.\'

An excited ripple of murmuring went through the room. Dumbledore allowed it a moment or two before once more calling for silence. The noise died down and he spoke once more. \'The first match will be between Slytherin and Hufflepuff, while Gryffindor will play against Ravenclaw. Both of these games will be refereed by Madam Hooch. The winners will then face off against one another, and this game will be refereed by none other than Professor Snape.\'

Hermione could barely stifle the giggle when the dark head snapped over to look at the Headmaster with something akin to death in his black eyes. If the look on Snape\'s face was anything to go by, he knew nothing about this. Dumbledore patently ignored him and pressed on. \'There will be a dinner this evening in celebration after all the games are completed. So let\'s support our teams and enjoy the day. Thank you.\'

The entire room broke into loud chattering as students began talking anxiously with one another. By the look on Hermione\'s face, both Harry and Ron could tell that the Headmaster\'s annoucnement had come as something of a surprise to her. \'This has been planned for a week, \'Mione. Honestly, I don\'t know where your head\'s been lately,\' Harry told her before she could ask.

\'So there\'s going to be this huge bout of matches today then?\' she asked, her mind turning over how long Snape had before the potion kicked in and went into full effect.

\'Yes, Hermione,\' Ron sighed, his tone indicating that he was speaking to a rather small, bothersome child. She made a face in his direction. He rolled his eyes, then looked to Harry. \'Come on. Let\'s go get ready for this.\'

\'Right,\' Harry nodded and stood, giving Hermione a good once over before following after Ron. She was acting very odd lately, and he couldn\'t help but wonder if Snape didn\'t have something to do with it. It had all started last weekend with the silly rumors. Now, she was practically smiling maniacally. \'We\'ll see you there, won\'t we?\'

\'Oh, I wouldn\'t miss this for the world!\' she grinned at him. Harry wondered what the hell was going on in her head. She was not acting like the Hermione he knew.

~*~*~*~*~

\'Why the bloody hell must I do this?\' Severus asked through tightly clenched teeth as he followed Albus out to the pitch. He was completely furious with the latest development in Dumbledore\'s attempt to run his life for him. He hated Quidditch, and he really didn\'t want to get up on a broom in front of the entire school\'s populace. Again. Certainly not when he was sure that one team in the last game would be Gryffindor. And knowing the way the Fates liked to play with his life, they would likely be up against Slytherin. Another chance for Potter to be large pain in his backside.

\'Because I said you do,\' Albus replied smoothly, hiding his laughter behind a rather stern voice. Some days, it was only too easy to push the boy\'s buttons. Lately, it had been doubly so. It seemed the married life had yet to agree with him. \'That is the only reason you need.\'

\'You know how much I hate it,\' Severus groused, sounding for the world as if he were a moody thirteen year old. Albus turned his non-twinkling gaze on the younger man and fixed him with a scowl.

\'Stop bitching like prissy school girl and deal with it,\' the Headmaster snapped. Severus stopped and stared, never having heard the Headmaster speak to him in such a manner. \'You will do it, and I\'ll not hear another word. Honestly, Severus. You\'re worse than a primadonna.\'

\'Yes, Headmaster,\' he growled, his voice pitched low to hide the boiling anger. First, he\'d been saddled with the Granger chit as a wife. Now, the Headmaster was telling him what to do. His life had gone to hell in just under a week. He followed the older man up the stairs into the stands around the pitch. They took their seats. Anyone who saw Severus would swear, not to his face naturally, that he looked as if he were pouting.

It was only a few moments later that the first match of the day started. Slytherin was up against Hufflepuff. By the looks on everyone\'s faces, they\'d known about this for some time. He must have missed the announcement. Which meant it had to have been made some time in the last week. Which meant that he\'d been obsessing over the Granger girl. Which meant he\'d bloody well lost his mind.

As usual, Slytherin was in top form, which meant that they cheated as much as they could under Hooch\'s watchful eye. But his attention wasn\'t given wholly over to the game. Half of his mind was locked on the problem with his wife. His having one being the problem. That, and he found himself thinking of her more often than he liked. It was as if some part of her had moved permanently into his brain and refused to be evicted. No matter what means he used to try and push her out. She was proving to be terribly stubborn, and he didn\'t know how to handle that. Everyone not in Slytherin House cowered in fear when in his presence. Most adults were included in that group. And yet, she was not following the rules as the others did.

The match between his House and Sprout\'s was over rather quickly. It was not surprising that Slytherin came out the winner. But Severus wasn\'t paying that much attention. His consideration was given over completely to his new, rising problem. Rising being the key word. He allowed his gaze to drop to his lap, giving a scowl and some deep thought to the mass quantities of blood now flowing to his groin. Something was wrong.

Severus prided himself on his ability to be a professional in his job. He never acted inappropriately toward his female students. The fact that he found them to be intellectually inferior and completely unappealing helped him immensely in that arena. Even now, he maintained his normal level of dignity when he often found himself thinking on Granger at the most inopportune times. And he would never dare think of sporting an erection at a school function. And yet, here it was. He was getting hard as he watched Quidditch and daydreaming about Hermione Granger. The school Know It All. His wife.

The Fates were indeed cruel.

Slytherin and Hufflepuff cleared off the field, allowing Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to take their places. Severus sneered when he saw Potter zip through the air before him. Bloody show off. The boy had been a pain in his arse for seven years. There wasn\'t long of the school year left. Could he be given a moment of respite from the biggest bane in his existence for just one weekend? No. Now he had to bear witness to the boy\'s damned irritating abitities as Gryffindor\'s Greatest Seeker. He desperately needed a stiff shot of Ogden\'s Old.

Hooch let loose the Quaffle, and the game began. Gryffindor, despite all Severus\' fervent prayers, was playing up to their reputation. Over the years, everyone\'s abilities had been honed to their possible best. Even the youngest Weasley male was at his very top performance since taking over as the Gryffindor Keeper. It was enough to see a grown man cry. If he didn\'t happen to be a Slytherin to the core and had no concern for what people thought of him.

He was once again lost to his thoughts as the game went on about him. Even now, with his least favorite persons on the playing field, his shaft thickened and lengthened within the confines of his trousers. He could not figure out what was bringing forth this odd reaction. He enjoyed seeing Slytherin quash their competition, but that didn\'t mean he was so happy about it as to suddenly sprout a gargantuan erection because of it. This was not natural. He did not become aroused watching Quidditch. Something was going on here.

The moment he thought that there might be mischief, a vision of Hermione on her knees, lips stretched to wrap themselves about his turgid length came barrelling into his brain at full speed. He was barely able to stifle his groan, and he swore he could actually feel her mouth sink down over him. Shifiting in his seat on the bench, he casually flipped his robes over his lap. He certainly didn\'t want Dumbledore to discover his delicate position. He\'d never hear the end of it.

A broom whizzed past them, a few feet above his head. He felt the disturbance in the air. He didn\'t see it, as his eyes were closed. He was confident that it was Potter chasing the Snitch again. Damned irritating boy. He\'d be glad to be rid of him once the school year came to an end. Which brought his eyes open in something like alarm. The thought of seeing Potter again because of Granger drove the girl\'s heated mouth completely from his mind.

Should the two of them actually try to live as husband and wife, which he found very improbable, she would see Potter on some kind of regular basis. Wouldn\'t she? The two were friends and were even now nearly inseperable. The idea that he would have to spend time with the Gryffindor Savior outside of a classroom setting set his teeth on edge. What a perfect way to ruin the rest of his life. The thought that Potter could be so detrimental to his health had him secretly eyeing his crotch. He snorted softly in disgust. Even the thought of Potter bringing his own personal form of torture into Severus\' daily life would not dispell the now painful erection that had blossomed like spring flowers in his shorts.

There was magic afoot here. Before he could delve further into the reasons for his attentive groin, Hermione\'s lips once more made themselves known in a ghostly manner. He sighed and closed his eyes, knowing that it was so terribly wrong of him to fatasize like this. Before the Headmaster and his fellow staff. He just didn\'t care any longer. He didn\'t care, that is, until it was time to return to the castle. He had to stand, and the action saw him snapping his robes closed before him with an angry set to his jaw. There was no way he would ever allow his fellow teaching staff to know that he was in dire need of a shag.

~*~

Hermione waited outside the Gryffindor locker room impatiently. She\'d had no doubts that Gryffindor would win the match between themselves and Ravenclaw. As she\'d had no doubts that Slytherin would defeat Hufflepuff. But, as she\'d stood in the stands, her mind had not been on the games. It had been centered on Severus Snape and his wonderfully talented hands and mouth. She\'d been lost in her own world of lust induced desire, her body thrumming as it recalled every single caress the man had ever laid upon it.

She had spent the entire time in the stands with need coursing through her veins and curses rolling through her mind. The more she thought on how he touched her, the stronger her need became. Her desires. For him. She wanted nothing more than to seek him out among the stands and throw herself upon him. Literally. She wanted to peel the layers of darkness that he surrounded himself with from his body and lower her own aching flesh onto his. She wanted to ride him until she was boneless and utterly spent. She wanted him.

Damn the man and his potions. She would see to it that he paid for that. It was bad enough that, over the course of the past week, she had found herself increasingly drawn to him. Ever since the farce of a wedding had taken place, she\'d spent as much time thinking on him in a sexual manner as she did thinking on anything or anyone else. How he managed to do this to her, she didn\'t know. She only knew that it had become increasingly difficult over the last week to function. He was under her skin in a way she couldn\'t describe, and she didn\'t know how he\'d done it.

Just as she had missed Draco plucking the Snitch out of mid-air to win the game for Slytherin when they\'d played Hufflepuff, she missed Harry\'s dive to the ground after the same object. How he\'d flipped upside down and pulled up just before hitting the ground to grab at the tiny golden object. She\'d been brought out of her lurid fantasies of Snape\'s mouth doing decidedly wicked, but lovely, things to her body by the screams of those around her.

She\'d been jostled as the flood of Gryffindors had swept her up and pushed her down the stairs with them. There was to be a break before the last match. The players would rest up and everyone could eat lunch, then they would be back out to play the last game. She knew that it would be a long, arduous game. There was so much bad blood between the Slytherin House and her own that there was no way it would be anything other than drawn out.

In the Hall, as Ron and Harry had talked about the coming match, she\'d been lost in thought about her husband. She\'d wondered if her own potion was affecting him with as much force as his was her. She\'d hoped so. The miserable bastard had most definitely had it coming for feeding her a slow acting lust potion. Not that her thoughts of torturing him slowly had dampened the need growing like a weed in her veins. She\'d still felt the overwhelming desire to throw herself upon him. It had made eating lunch difficult.

She couldn\'t help but think on the words he\'d used immediately following their marriage. \"So that you\'ll always know who you belong to now,\" he\'d said as smugly as his arrogant nature would allow. He\'d told her then and there that he placed her on the same level as a toy or a doll. She was neither, and she\'d decided over the course of the lunch to prove it to him. A little old fashioned jealousy was now the order of business. Which was the reason she found herself standing outside the Gryffindor locker rooms. She\'d seen Snape go into the Slytherin locker rooms moments ago. No doubt to tell them how to cheat so they could win. She was going to make sure his time spent on that broom was most uncomfortable.

As if the gods had heard her plea, both Harry and Ron came out last. At the same time Snape left the Slytherin locker room. Hermione gave both her friends a brilliant smile and moved to stand between the two of them. She knew the instant those glittering onyx orbs latched onto her, as she swore she could feel them boring into her back. Slipping an arm about both boy\'s shoulders, she leaned in to give each of them a lingering kiss on the cheeks. \'What\'s that all about, \'Mione?\' Ron asked, his voice squeaking the slightest bit.

\'That\'s for good luck, Ron,\' she replied, looking at him. She grinned when she heard Snape\'s teeth grind behind her. To rub the salt into the wound, she drew both of her friends closer to her. They both slipped an arm around her, a show of their friendship. She couldn\'t contain the joy that filled her to know that she was doing something she never thought she would do. She was making Severus Snape jealous.

She knew that it wasn\'t the kind of jealousy that went with the happily ever after feelings. It was jealousy that sprang from the thought that his toy would dare flirt with someone not himself. While it wasn\'t the best of situations, it worked well enough for her. She wanted him to suffer as he\'d made her suffer the last two days. Between her potion and her harmless flirting, she felt she could accomplish this. She knew from past experience that, while he might not like her as a person, he wanted her with as much fervent desire as she did him. It would serve him right to suffer the bite of the green-eyed monster. She was no child to be played with, no matter what he thought.

There was a reason she was the brightest witch of her age. She intended to prove it to the snarky bastard once and for all.

~*~*~*~*~

Severus scowled about the Great Hall with all the snarkiness and hatred he could muster. Which, given the circumstances, was a great deal. He was in a foul mood. Not that this was any different than any other time he was in a foul mood. Unless one took into consideration that he was on the verge of murder. With his bare hands. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to wrap his long fingers about Hermione Granger\'s throat and choke the life out of her. He couldn\'t be certain exactly what she\'d done. Nor could he be certain how she\'d done it, but he knew she was responsible.

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had damn near been the death of him. He never again wanted to sit his broom. And certainly not while sporting the most painful and disturbing erection he could ever recall having. His mind had been wont to wander to Granger and her pale breasts at the most inopportune moments, and he\'d snapped out of it to find himself on the verge of falling off his broom more than once. If not for the deathgrip of his hands, he most assuredly would have.

Not only had he been forced to deal with his errant thoughts and his unmindful manhood, but he\'d been forced to watch Harry Fucking Potter beat his House team at Quidditch. Again. For the very last time. It had done nothing to improve his mood when he\'d been forced to watch the git practically fall from his broom to catch the Snitch. Only a few more seconds and a handful of millimeters and Draco would have had it. Would have won the game. But the little shite had slipped and gone sideways on his broom at the last moment and Potter had snuck in doing a loop the loop that had seen him snatching the Snitch out of thin air hanging upside down. The arrogant little fucker would never stop tormenting him, it seemed.

To cap his perfectly bloody wretched evening, he now was forced to listen to the entire populace of Gryffindor Tower sing Potter\'s praises and rehash his winning move. Again and again and again and again. It made Severus\' hand ache to draw his wand and hex the lot of them with as many painful spells as he could manage. Pains in his arse, every last one of them. And Granger was the Queen Pain. What a wicked twist of fate that she was also his wife. A wife he hated and lusted over all at the same time.

As if he needed reminding of how much he lusted after her, his cock throbbed just then in reminder that he was in need of relief in the worst sense of the word. His lips clamped down in frustration and anger. She would not be smiling when he got hold of her. She\'d be lucky if she could walk when he got done with her. He groaned. He had a good idea which part of him was thinking that, and if he could, he\'d hex the offending body part, too. Which had him glancing down. When it had become apparent that the blood would not leave his shaft without outside influence, he\'d been forced to charm his robes shut while billowing about him so that no one would be able to see the state he was in.

Every once in a while, he checked to make sure he was still protected.

A bout of loud laughter brought his head up, black eyes narrowing when he saw Granger hanging from Potter and Weasley\'s shoulders as if she were a permanent attachment. Again. She\'d been a fixture with them, waiting for them after the game so that she could walk with them back to the castle. Her smiles were wide and open when she bestowed them upon to two undeserving brats. For Merlin\'s sake, they called her \'Mione. What kind of a nickname was that? How could she put up with such a moniker? Her disgusting behavior was making him ill.

He\'d watched them all through the banquet and had been thoroughly pissed off at how she seemed to dote on them both. Her hands had reached out to touch them as frequently as they could without looking as if she were making silent offers with her them. She had smiled and laughed and thoroughly enjoyed their company. He\'d been.... Well, he didn\'t know what he\'d been. He supposed, were he given to emotions, one could say he was jealous. But, as he wasn\'t given to emotions, that couldn\'t be it. No, he was annoyed. She knew that she was his, and she was.... flirting with the two imbicilic prats like she hadn\'t a care in the world.

Now she was sharing what appeared to be a kiss with the two ungrateful little shitheads. He\'d had enough. Without so much as a \'by your leave,\' he swept from the broad expanse of the Great Hall and out into the silence of the hallways. Best he should prowl for rule breakers in the mood he was in. There would be many House points removed this evening. On that, they could count.

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Hermione begged off the celebration when her headache pounded to life. She\'d been playing up to Ron and Harry all night. Not in any manner to make them suspicious. But she knew that Snape would wonder just what the hell she was up to. And that made it all worth it. The gushing talk about Quidditch. The telling of the winning move. Over and over and over again. The incessant chatter about the game when all she wanted to do was sneak off to the dorms and sleep. The lust potion that Snape had slipped her was growing stronger. It was becoming more difficult for her to stave off the need for completion. She needed to feel someone, something, filling her. She was afraid, though, that no one but the snarky Potions Master would do.

The headache gave her the excuse to leave, and she happily took it. After bidding a good night to both Harry and Ron and anyone else she met on the way to the door, she slipped out into the comparative silence of the empty corridors. Not even the ghosts were floating past as she made her way toward Gryffindor Tower. She was lost in thoughts, her mind recalling that night she\'d come out of the library, how it had felt to have Snape\'s erection pressed up against her so fervently. She shuddered, knowing that she wouldn\'t get any sleep that night, either.

Before she was halfway to the Tower\'s entrance, she felt long fingers curl over her arm. She was dragged back against a hard, lean form that loomed over her. The hardened length of his shaft pressed her back, and she couldn\'t stifle the moan that rose to her lips. \'You will come with me, Miss Granger. I believe that you are in need of detention,\' he hissed into her ears.

She said nothing, merely allowed him to pull her forcibly along behind him as they travelled up the hall and toward the dungeons. His long legs ate up the distance, forcing her to practically run to keep up with him. By the time they reached the privacy of his office, she was out of breath and so horny, her legs shook with her need.

He thrust her through the door before him, pulling the heavy panel shut with a resounding thud behind him. She turned to look at him, frowning even while her eyes ate up the length of his towering frame. She noted that his robes were sealed shut, and she could well imagine the tent in his trousers behind them. She grinned at the thought.

\' I\'m glad you are amused, Miss Granger. I find this to be a very serious matter,\' he snarled at her.

end chapter eight.
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thanks go to my usual gang. they are rapidly becoming my support group, keeping me going when i want to call it quits. they all know who they are and that i love them all very much. i couldn\'t do half of this without them. i think i owe them lots.

always, if you like, please let me know. any comments or suggestions? don\'t be afraid to inform me. please, if you have a problem with something i\'ve written, you can let me know. but be nice to me. ok? now.... on to the thanks.

to Bambu: yes, it should be fairly explosive. the two of them are wound tighter than watch springs.

to Red Writing Hood: darling, i think it would be an interesting match, to be sure. he is quite capable of making her go all suirmy. but i think she does her fair share of giving it right back to him. their first encounter should prove interesting.

to Velvetina: i most likely share that unhealthy obsession. and yes, he is quite evil. i do so love him that way. sorry about the lengthy spans between updates, but my bunnies have taken vacation once again!

to Deb: my gods, such a lengthy review. i am blushing. really. yes, he did tell her what she needed to know. as for harry.... i think he\'s working on it. we\'ll see. as for the rest, everything will pan out. eventually. i\'m having too much fun making everyone sweat. just kidding folks... the smut be on the way. i promise you this!

to spaz141: yes, lots of tension going on here. good thing the two of them have strong constitutions

to SeverusSnape: yes, he is a prick. don\'t cha just love it?

to deblovesdragon: they will get at it next chapter. i swear it

to Pearle: this chapter should have revealed some for you. and i\'m glad you enjoy Bound In Leather. i do so love severus in that. i think he suits the world of rock and roll well. and yes, hate and love are one step from one another.

to ashley: nope. not dead. just terribly long on work and short on thought.

to Echo: he\'s perfect? thanks *blushes* i do try. hope this is as good as the last.

to DRanged691: thank you for the boost of confidence. i do need it. and i\'m glad that you like the fic. and i don\'t see why hermione isn\'t seen as slytherin-esque. she\'s sneaky enough to steal potions ingredients. that counts in my book.

to USTmistress: i wish i could write smut, too. psst... the good stuff is still to come

to laceyweasley: *grins evilly* the sorting hat doesn\'t lie. and yes, it does make you want to play all sorts of mind games with him. and other games, as well

to Caliko: hot? smutty? sweltering? oh, my dear... i dread to think what will happen when the two of them actually do engage in the act. i suggest plenty of ice and water. and maybe a towel. definitely a man.

to Julie: surely i don\'t write hot enough to melt polar ice caps? as for the ice and cold showers, you\'ll need one come next chapter.

to Amber: we will find out at a later date what harry and ron think of all this. i swear it.

to Silly Snape Lover: there\'s that word again. hot... i\'m not seeing it. maybe it\'s me

to Red26: more hot and good at smut praises. and an erotic thrown in to boot. man, is everyone seriously that hot and bothered? silly old me.... for being so shameless and doing that to you. tell you what.. i\'ll make it up to you. in the next chappie. there will be.. drum roll please.... Snape Smut!