By Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or locales in the following story. They belong to JK Rowling and co. Enjoy!

A/N: So here\'s my response to the WIKTT Writer\'s Block challenge. It\'s a bit silly if you ask me. Hope you enjoy it. It hasn\'t been beta\'d, nor has it been alpha\'d. Feel free to leave me helpful and constructive criticism. Personally I feel the lemon is lacking, but we\'ll blame it on the fact that I wrote this while in class and was surrounded by a lot of people.

Warning: Eating and or Drinking while reading could be hazardous to your health.

For Jeanette, who wrote her response at my urging. :-D

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Hermione Granger had returned to Hogwarts. Severus Snape had no clue as to why she was there. She was not a professor, he would have known if she were. She was most definitely not a student; she hadn’t been for almost a decade now. The other professors were just as confused. There were two people who knew why Hermione was there, Albus Dumbledore and Hermione herself, and neither would answer any questions.

That day at lunch the students in the Great Hall were all abuzz about whom the new face at the head table was. Rumors were flying every which way, not a single one of them close to the truth…

*****
“Merlin,” Hermione said to the empty room, “I just don’t know where to go from here.” She stared down at the parchment as though it could help her. It almost seemed as though the parchment was staring back at her. Hermione was bewildered and Crookshanks chose that very moment to saunter into the room, letting out a worried mew. Hermione looked up at her faithful and very clever familiar. The cat jumped up onto her desk and sprawled out over the parchment. Hermione giggled. “You silly cat. Now I really wobe abe able to write, even if I get past this writers block.” Crookshanks looked at her contentedly. “Do you have any ideas?” she asked the cat, but he just stared back at her. “What a great help you are!” she said before getting up, “I’m going for a walk down to the lake… maybe that will help clear my mind and inspire me.”

Hermione exited the Head Girl’s room and made it to the lake without any confrontations. It seemed that whenever she was trying to clear her mind some fifth year would come wandering up to pester her with questions about the upcoming O.W.L.S. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that she was the first person in over a century to get perfect scores on all her O.W.L.S., including Snape’s complicated and near impossible Potions O.W.L. What was usually promised as a quick question usually turned into twenty questions, and that was simply something she didn’t want to deal with today.

She had been sitting and staring at the placid water for nearly an hour, not feeling any closer to breaking the block, when she heard giggling behind her. She turned to see Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil playing with bubbles. She shook her head, “Just like those two to do something as silly and childish as playing with bubbles,” she thought to herself. The girls noticed Hermione looking at them and waved her over. “Oy,” she thought, “Here .” H.” Hermione walked over to the two giggling girls. Something she knew she’d regret later.

“’Ello Hermione,” Lavender said, while Parvati continued blowing bubbles.

“Hello Lavender, Parvati,” she responded nodding at both girls. “What are you doing?”

“Blowing edible bubbles,” Parvati said, passing a third bubble wand to Hermione, “You should join in, it’s terribly fun.”

“Oh, all right,” Hermione said, taking the wand in hand. She mentally braced herself for the worst before gently blowing the bubbles. The other two girls watched eagerly as Hermione caught several small bubbles in her mouth. “Oh my god, there’s an orgy in my mouth!” squealed Hermione, her eyes shooting daggers at Parvati and Lavender. When the bubbles finally popped, she looked at the two grinning girls, torn between anger and pleasure. It was quite surely the best feeling thing she had ever felt. Poor Hermione! “What in Merlin’s name was that?” she asked.

“Edible bubbles,” squeaked Parvati.

“Those weren’t edible bubbles,” said Hermione, “Those bubbles were doing happy things in my mouth.”

“Well, you’re only supposed to eat one at a time,” said Lavender, “If you had done it right, you would’ve just felt blissful for a moment. They’re really quite relaxing, and what with the N.E.W.T.S. coming up, we needed all the relaxation we could get.” Hermione then noticed the pile of empty bubbles bottles on the ground between them.

“Oh,” said Hermione, “Well, you really should try several then, it’s quite fun.” Her eyes glittert tht the thought of doing it again. The three girls went about playing with the bubbles for another hour, before they began writhing on the ground, overcome with pleasure from the bubbles.

Just as the effects of the bubbles were wearing off, Professor Snape approached the girls. “What do we have here?” he asked, looking at the three overly serene-looking girls laid out on the grass.

“Mhmmm?” Hermione moaned dreamily, “What did you say Professor?”

“I asked, Miss Granger, what was going on here,” anger flaring in his voice.

Lavender and Parvati giggled at the dazed look on their Potions Professor’s face.

Severus rolled his eyes before continuing, “Miss Granger, would you care to answer the question?”

“The children…. My god won’t somebody think of the children,” she said giggling.

“If you don’t stop talking nonsense, Miss Granger, I will have to give you detention for insubordination.” Snape was furious. Of all people, the Head Girl was refusing to answer his questions.

“We were blowing bubbles,” said Lavender, her arm moving to point at the pile of empty bottles on the ground between Parvati and herself.

“Very well then, Miss Brown. Would you and Miss Patil care to clean up your mess and head back to Gryffindor Tower?”

The two girls nodded and got up, collecting the empties and running off to the castle.

“What about me?” Hermione asked, now standing and looking up at her Professor longingly.

“You will come with me to the dungeons.”

“Huh? But why?”

“Because, Miss Granger, you refused to answer to a Professor when questioned,” he said, heading back to the castle.

“Oh,” she said and quickly followed him.

*****
The afternoon passed by in a blur. Hermione and Severus had been sitting in Potions classroom just staring at each other. Or at least that was what it looked like. Severus had only been trying to find out what exactly about the bubbles had caused the three girls to be so… he couldn’t even think of a word to describe what he had seen. But as luck would have it, the Head Girl’s brain was so addled by the magic of the bubbles, that using Legilimency was not getting Severus any closer to the answer he sought. However, fate seemed to have dealt him quite the good hand. He was becoming quite aware of what the Head Girl thought about in her spare time. Him.

Not once, even when he had first broken through into her thoughts, had Hermione even attempted to push him out. She allowed him to see her every fantasy in explicit detail. It wasn’t until hunger pains began terrorizing the two, that Snape pulled out of her mind.

Snape got up quickly, grabbed Hermione by the wrist and led her to his private chambers.

“Severus,” Hermione asked upon reaching his quarters, “I’m famished. Is there anything I can eat?”

“Sit down, and I’ll whip something up.”

“Thanks,” she said, seating herself in the large green armchair by the fireplace.

Snape scoured the cabinets in his miniscule kitchen. It wasn’t often that he cooked. He allowed the house elves to send down his meals when he didn’t want to eat in the Great Hall. It was on occasions like this, where he had company and didn’t want anyone to know, on which he cooked.

Hermione had nearly fallen asleep when Severus walked inhe rhe room carrying a tray, “I made mashed potatoes.”

Hermione looked at him sadly, “Is that all? I really like muffins with my mashed potatoes. Did you make muffins?”

“Yes… and muffins,” he said, setting the tray in front of her.

Hermione dug into the meal, if you could call it that, as though she hadn’t eaten in ages. Severus watched her eat. He was hungry, but his stomach was a big pile of twisting writhing nerves, and he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to hold any food down.

Upon finishing her food, Hermione spoke, “I need to go.”

“Go where? Why now?” asked Severus, panic sinking over him.

“I need to get up to my room before I get writer’s block again.”

“Writer’s block? You don’t have any essays or research due. Why do you need to write?”

“I’m writing a romance,” she said blushing. “And you’ve been a great help. Thank you.” Hermione got up and started to leave.

“Miss Granger, have you forgotten that you’re serving detention? I have not dismissed you yet.”

Hermione turned to face her Potions Professor, her mouth agape, “But…I’ve been here all afternoon. Haven’t I more than served what I owe?”

“Yes you have, but I haven’t dismissed you yet. Come here, Miss Granger,” he said silkily.

Hermione’s knees buckled at the tone his voice had taken on. It wasn’t much different than usual. His voice was always silky; however, this time there was a seductive edge to it. “O…Ok,” she said slowly approaching him, stopping just inches from him.

Severus reached down, wrapping his hand through Hermione’s busy hair, pulling her mouth to his. Hermione panicked when she felt his tongue brush across her lip, but gave in to his gentle prodding and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. It felt better than the bubbles had. She couldn’t believe it. Soon she was aggressively returning his kisses, her tongue battling with his to explore his mouth, her hands moving across his sinewy back.

Out of breath the two pulled away. “Wow,” said Hermione. Severus pushed her back onto the table that had appeared in his potions classroom the other day. He wasn’t sure how it had gotten there, but not wanting it to block the aisle while he stalked around the classroom, he had brought it back to his private quarters.
The moment Hermione landed on the table it turned over, sending Hermione right into Severus chest. “Geroffme,” came a muffled voice.

“Ron?” said Hermione, looking at the angry table. “Is that you?”

“Yes it is. Can one of you please change me back? I really don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Sure thing,” said Hermione, giggling at her best friend turned table, “How did this happen?” Hermione flipped Ron the table, back to a standing position.

“Neville. He tried cleaning off the table in potions yesterday and he somehow managed to bungle it up and turn me into a table,” the table huffed, shimmying across the floor.

Hermione transfigured the table back into her friend, who looked quite horrorstricken and ran from the room, not even looking back to say thanks.

“Now, where were we,” asked Severus.

“Here,” Hermione responded leaning in and kissing her Potions Professor. Severus deepened the kiss, leading Hermione to the green armchair. He sat down, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss.

Hermione gently broke the kiss and whispered in Severus’ ear, “Can we fulfill one of my fantasies now?”

“Which one?” asked Severus, his heart racing and his cock growing hard at the thought of all the possibilities.

“The one with us in the potions classroom. The one where I make a mistake on my potion and you ask me to stay after class,” she said, gently biting and sucking his earlobe.

At this Severus sprang to action (in more than one way) and led Hermione back to the potions classroom, his robes swirling behind him.

Forgetting about all the pretext of the fantasy, Severus lifted Hermione onto his desk, pushing everything out of the way and onto the floor. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Miss Granger, making a lust intensifier potion instead of a wit-sharpening potion like you were supposed to. I’ll just have to punish you now for your insolence. I cannot believe that you, of all students, would make such a thing, and allow me to take it in front of the entire class,” he said, crushing his lips against hers. So maybe he hadn’t forgotten the entire pretext.

Hermione responded eagerly, pressing her body against his. She gasped when she felt his clothed erection thrust against her stomach. “Well, I see it worked quite well,” she said breathlessly, unclasping his robe and allowing it to fall gracefully to the floor. He kissed her again, this time slowly undressing her. When the kiss was broken once again, Hermione was wearing nothing but her white bra and panties, gasping for air, her breasts gently rising and falling with every breath. Severus was wearing nothing but his black slacks, looking longingly at the seventh year student.

If only Dumbledore knew what was going on, Severus would surely lose his job. Who am I kidding, of course Dumbledore knows, he always knows. He’s probably up in his office, eyes twinkling happily at the thought of the lonely, greasy Potions Professor finally getting his long deserved reward.

Severus leaned down and took one of Hermione’s clothed nipples into his mouth, gently teasing it with his teeth. “Harder,” Hermione moaned and Severus responded, increasing pressure on her nipple, and pinching the other with his long fingers.

Hermione reached for Severus’ pants, quickly pulling them down and pulling him closer. She timidly grasped his cock, not quite sure what to do. Severus noticed her hesitancy and using his free hand grasped hers and led it up and down his hard shaft. He kicked aside his pants, which were pooled at his feet, and moved his ministrations back to her mouth. Once she got into a rhythm, Severus released her hand, unhooked her bra and tore off her panties.

Their kisses deepened and Severus began teasing her nipples again before allowing a hand to slide down her body, expertly, yet clumsily finding her clitoris. He began stroking it to the same quick rhythm that she was stroking him. Hermione tensed as her very first orgasm coursed through her body, her hand slipping from Severus’ cock. Her Hermione screamed out in both pain and pleasure as Snape quickly thrust into her, ripping away her virginity. He waited a moment for her body to adjust to him, before continuing. Hermione met his thrusts with equal force. When Severus was close to coming he reached his hand between them, stroking her clitoris, so the two could orgasm together.

*****
It was midnight before the Head Girl returned to her room. She sat down at her desk and looked at the story she had begun writing that morning. Looking over what she had written, she decided it was complete rubbish. She took the parchment, crumpled it up and threw it away. Taking out fresh parchment and dipping her quill in ink, she began a different story. The words she wrote on her paper chronicled the events that had passed that day. Upon finishing the story, she created a title page, which read: “When I Kissed the Teacher, by Hermione Granger.”


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