A Lesson in Distraction

~A Lesson in Distraction~
by Ira

Disclaimer: I just played with them and then put them straight back. They made me happy, but not any money.

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Professor Severus Snape surveyed his seventh year Gryffindor / Slytherin students with some distaste. Checking that they had cleaned their cauldrons and other paraphernalia properly he consoled himself with the thought that this particular set of brats would soon be out from under his feet forever. Finding nothing to warrant him taking house points from the Gryffindor\'s, he glared at the class and knowing that his every word would be heard he quietly intoned “Very well, class dismissed – points will be deducted for anything other than a silent exit from this classroom.”

Professor Snape turned his back to the exiting class and began collecting parchments from his desk. Sensing someone was still present he turned to see Hermione Granger approaching him, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Miss Granger” Snape began raising his eyebrow at her in a disapproving manner. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, Professor actually there is” replied Hermione as she slipped up to sit on his desk her legs dangling as she leant back slightly on her hands. “You see” she continued “I wanted to ask something about the animadverto potion…” She stopped talking as Snape stepped closer to her.

Snape regarded her coolly for a moment, his expression unfathomable. They were close to each other; she perched on the edge of his desk whilst he stood less than half a foot away, now facing sideways onto her. Snape detected a slight tremor in Hermione’s legs, a guarded look in her eye as she held a tiny bit of her bottom lip in her teeth. He could see, sense, and smell her anxiety, although he knew she was trying hard to conceal it. Snape allowed himself a small sneer, Glorious Granger, not so brave now he thought to himself.

Leaning over slightly Snape slid his hand along the desk until it was within 6 inches of her thigh, his face close enough to her for him to smell the vanilla body cream she always used. “Miss Granger” he whispered warningly “I am not in the habit of allowing students to sit on my desk. Ten points from Gryffindor.” He held her eyes for a long moment and as Hermione opened her mouth to speak he held his hand up sharply and snapped “Silence.” Continuing icily he said “If you wish to avoid making that fifty points I suggest you leave my classroom now”.

Shrugging slightly as if embarrassed Hermione jumped down from his desk and smoothed down her robes, brushing off some lint that was clinging to her hips. Looking up at him through her fringe that hung in her eyes slightly she quietly said “I’m sorry Professor Snape” and then seeming to regain her composure. Sticking her chin in the air, she regarded Snape boldly, “Very sorry, Professor” she remarked before turning on her heel and walking self-assuredly out of his dungeons.

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Frowning now Snape looked after her for a moment and then pulled up his chair to sit at the desk. Resting his elbows on the desk he steepled his fingers and spent the next twenty minutes thinking about the interaction with Miss Granger and contemplating what trick she was up to now. Why was she asking about the animadverto potion? Whose attention does she want to attract or distract – and for what purpose? Some hilarious prank set up with her infuriating friends no doubt. Or was that question itself simply to distract him from something else?

Snape sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. Tapping the fingers of his right hand on the chair arm he frowned, and wondered about the irony that she already held his attention every time he saw her. She had been the bane of his life for the last six and a half years, constantly annoying him with her insufferable questions and know-it-all remarks. And yet, he thought angrily he couldn’t help but respect her intelligence and Merlin those curves. Groaning out loud Snape dragged his hands through his hair.

In all his years teaching at Hogwarts he had never before allowed himself to see his charges as anything other than students. He prided himself on this and was appalled by the way some of his colleagues openly discussed the older student’s attributes. But now, here she was on his mind again, as she had been for everyday since she returned to Hogwarts to start her seventh and final year. He didn’t know why his feelings of grudging respect turned to desire, or why he was entranced by the way her curly chocolate hair fell into her eyes, or the way she bit her lip when nervous or concentrating, or the way her hips swung as she walked……dammit he growled to himself.

Propelling himself out of his chair Snape stalked towards his rooms. He would eat alone he decided not thinking he could face the Great Hall tonight. Then he would spend the rest of the evening grading papers before retiring. First though he thought a shower, a cold shower.

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That evening Hermione soaked in a bath full of vanilla scented bubbles. Being Head Girl she was able to luxuriate in the warm deep red, pale cream and gold surroundings of her private bathroom. Smiling as she thought back over her day to the last lesson – potions. She had been lucky to escape without a detention from Snape. She loved tormenting him though and it would have been worth getting a detention just to be able to try and get him to use every way possible to intimidate her.

As Hermione soaped herself she wondered why he appeared to hate her so much. Stopping for a moment and sighing she thought about the way his messy lank hair hung in his face when he was angry, the way he cocked his head, raised an eyebrow, and even the way he sneered for Merlin’s sake! Hermione groaned and began to wash herself vigorously trying to banish the image of the Potions Master from her mind.

Unable to keep her mind of him Hermione soon found herself reflecting back on the episode in his dungeons today. She had a genuine question about the animadverto potion and was disappointed she hadn’t got to ask it. What ever possessed me to get up on his desk like that she thought, amazed at her own idiocy. As if Snape would ever tolerate that sort of behaviour… Hermione sat up suddenly in the bath. Her mind racing she felt a jolt in her stomach as a plan began to formulate itself.

Climbing out of the bath she began to towel herself off vigorously until her skin shone. Smoothing on body lotion Hermione began to smile. She had a plan, it would be dangerous and she’d be breaking about fifty school rules, but hey she thought grinning now, it’ll be worth it to see the look on Snape\'s face. Laughing at little at the thought that she would definitely not be telling Harry and Ron about this plan she rummaged through her wardrobe for clean robes.

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It was midnight when Hermione left the Gryffindor common room; everyone was asleep in the dorms and as she had her own room, so no one would notice her gone if they awoke. As Head Girl she also didn’t have to worry about being absent on a bed check as she was the one who did them!

Ah well, she thought, perhaps everyone will have some fun tonight! Making her way down to the dungeons Hermione crept silently past the Slytherin common room and on towards the Potions classroom. Whispering Alohomora she opened the door and entered the classroom putting locking and silencing spells in place behind her. Hermione stood for a moment allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Feeling a little nervous she steeled herself and walked over to Snape’s desk. It was without adornment now, he evidently kept his quill and ink in the drawers that were as she discovered on trying them, locked.

Calming herself a small smile crept over Hermione’s face as she considered her plan. Moments later she had softly lit the area around Snape’s desk with a few strategically placed candles that hovered in the air. Pulling herself up to sit on the edge of Snape’s desk again Hermione felt a shiver of anticipation mixed with fear. She looked nervously at the door she suspected led to Snape’s office and private chambers. Withdrawing her wand Hermione pointed it towards a glass vial on a shelf and whispered the incantation to make it launch through the air and smash violently against Snape’s door. She waited for a moment silently counting and then repeated the action. Then she held her breath and waited.

Hearing the sound of smashing glass Snape was immediately out of bed and pulling on his trousers. Hearing the second smash he began cursing under his breath about what he was going to do to Peeves when he caught him and abandoned donning any more clothes. Grasping his wand he stalked out of his chambers and through his office. Listening at the door he heard nothing and so pushed the door to his classroom open very slowly and quietly. Immediately he noticed that there was a faint pool of light spilling out around the room. What was Peeves up to now? Having made sure the immediate way in front of him was not booby trapped by the poltergeist, Snape stepped sharply into the room wand ready to hex. What he saw however made him stop in his tracks.

The faint light in the room came from the puddle of illumination surrounding his desk. In the candle light he could see a robed figure sitting on his desk. Even at this angle where he was to the side and slightly behind the figure, he recognised the person immediately as Hermione Granger. She was sitting as she had earlier in the day, resting back on her hands, legs dangling, except now her head was bowed.

Moving forward slightly he was again frozen as she let out a small sigh and shifted position on the desk. Snape saw Hermione raise a hand to her robes and undo them in one slow movement. As the robes fell to the desk Snape barely managed to stop himself gasping. She was naked beneath them. Snape was entranced as Hermione placed her hand on her neck and then stroked diagonally downwards over the swell of her breast, pausing for a moment to circle her own nipple and then cupping the underside whilst simultaneously pinching the nipple slightly. Then continuing the journey downwards she ran her hand over her flat stomach to the neat mound of curls between her legs. Hermione threw her head back and let out a little moan as she leaned further back and her fingers found her most private place.

Snape found himself unable to move, but his body responded to Hermione’s arousal immediately. As he felt himself harden Snape knew he was trapped, he couldn’t stop himself from watching her, and dammit he didn’t want to. Snape could smell her arousal and his own was evident as his hardness pressed against his trousers, the rough woollen blend of cloth providing exquisitely painful additional stimulation

He watched as Hermione continued to explore her own body slowly, lingering a little in what were surely her most sensitive spots, to squeeze, rub or pinch herself sending her into a higher state of arousal. After a while Hermione brought both legs up onto the desk while sliding herself round to face sideways. She now had her back to Snape and as she lay back on the desk he was exposed to the sight of her lovely body spread on his desk without her being able to see him.

Hermione had bought her knees up and spread her legs slightly. As she caressed her breasts with her left hand, her right, again began to explore her lower body more determinedly, stroking and probing below her curls. Snape saw her push the fingers of her left hand sensuously into her mouth and begin to lick and suck at them. Then taking them out he saw a thin trail of saliva travel from her mouth to her left breast where she her fingers circled before squeezing and pulling at the nipple.

Meanwhile her right hand had begun to stroke herself more feverishly, her fingers stopping their clitoral ministrations now and again to push through her soft folds into her wetness. Working her hand a little faster, a little firmer Hermione let out a little gasp and threw her head back. Her hair trailed over the edge of the desk like waves of liquid silk, and then as she let out a long soft moan. She turned her head and looked straight into Snape’s eyes. She kept his eye contact as she shook with the power of her orgasm, her eyes clouded with lust as she licked her lips slowly before placing her soaking wet fingers into her mouth to sensuously lick up her own sweet juices.

Hermione smiled a little as Snape moved towards her, never breaking that eye contact that connected them in their desire. Reaching the far edge of the desk Snape locked his arms around Hermione’s legs and pulled her towards him. Sliding easily on her discarded robes she came to a halt at the edge of the desk. Raising herself up on to one elbow she dipped her fingers back into her wetness then withdrew them and held them up to Snape’s face. For a second or two Snape looked at Hermione, his expression unreadable. Then seizing her wrist he took her fingers in his mouth as she had done herself earlier. Maintaining that eye contact that bound them he licked and sucked her fingers, savouring her taste.

Suddenly he pulled her hand away from him, although kept it in a tight grip. Sneering now he bent over Hermione “quite the slut aren’t you Miss Granger, how shall you be punished for this little episode?” He didn’t expect an answer to that question and as he began unbuttoning his fly with his free hand. She gasped and closed her eyes for a second. The expression on her face when she opened them told him she was...impressed.

Smirking Snape held his erection and drew it over her clit, Hermione moaned and when he repeated the motion she cried out, “Please Severus”

Snape raised his eyebrows, “Miss Granger, don’t you think you should use my correct title?” he warned.

Glaring at him through her obvious desire Hermione retorted, “Oh just fuck me you sadistic bastard!”

Snape allowed himself another smirk whilst he enjoyed the knowledge that he was observing the composed little know it all to this, that she was practically begging to be fucked. “Very well” he said simply, and plunged his length into her in one stroke.

Hermione let out a gasp as she was stretched by his large member. Snape wasted no time in beginning to fuck Hermione, harder and harder he pounded into her, his hand on her breasts kneading, stroking and pinching as she had done but with better result. Hermione lifted her hips to him time and again, letting out fevered moans and cries. Finally Snape felt her tighten around him and he thrust harder and deeper as Hermione exploded around him. The waves of her orgasm triggered his and as he spilled his seed in her he looked deep into her eyes, and smirked.


Once they were spent, both slowly donned what little clothing they had, all the while regarding each other coolly. “So Miss Granger” said Snape in an almost absurdly conversational manner “What was your question about the animadverto potion?”

“Ah yes” said Hermione softly “I wanted to know if you thought it would work on you.”

Snape let out a little laugh as he pulled Hermione towards him holding her in a rare hug he pushed her hair back from her eyes and replied, “Hermione, if I didn’t know better I’d have said you slipped me a dose of that back at the beginning of the year.” She smiled at him. “But to answer your question Hermione” he continued “I could resist that potion…it’s just you I can’t.” Bending to kiss her deeply, Snape pushed away the nagging guilt at the back of his mind, he knew it would be back to bother him later – it always was after these trysts with Hermione.

~fin~