Don\'t Stand So Close To Me

Title: Don\'t Stand So Close To Me
Author: SiriuslySevered
Summary: Little angsty ficlet inspired by the song by The Police. : )
Rating: (You can also include a general idea why it’s rated this way here, as well as codes)
Pairings: HG/SS
Feedback: Reviews are fantastic.
Beta’s: No beta. Just me. Any mistakes are my own.
Author Notes: Ah... The plot bunny that has haunted me for days, now. I was going to finish my current ongoing story, Those Who Favor Fire, before I wrote this, but this just won\'t leave me alone! Anyways. So... ON WITH IT! (One-Shot)
Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter belongs to JKR. I\'m making NOTHING off of this.


Don\'t Stand So Close To Me


Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there’s longing
This girl’s an open page
Book marking - she’s so close now
This girl is half his age


Professor Snape looked briefly up from his work to see that Miss Granger was staring at him again. He sighed. Why Dumbledore had succumbed to her pleas to be tutored specifically in Potions, he\'d never know. Honestly, he thought it was a terrible idea from the look in Hermione\'s eyes.

No student of his had ever looked at him like that before. Such adoration, lust, desire... He could practically see the fantasies playing out in her pupils, she was so open about her wanton needs.

Snape abruptly cleared his throat and looked back down at his work, intent on pouring himself into it to avoid the current situation. However much he tried, however, he could not forget the sixteen year old girl sitting in the front row of his classroom, touching his books, almost sensually... Why would she bat her eyelashes at him, though? Yes, he was the youngest male teacher currently at Hogwarts, but he certainly wasn\'t attractive?

He knew he appealed to certain girls, however. He had overheard Ginevra Weasley, Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil whispering excitedly about him while he was trying to catch up on his research. He had not meant to overhear them talking about his classes... About him, and his voice... He had not understood, at first, that the dark, handsome, silky-voiced man that they were talking about was, in fact, HIM!

Snape flushed at the memory. He knew he could not be called classically attractive. He suspected that the seventh year girls, and Miss Weasley, were merely attracted to him because he was dark - supposedly a bad boy. He was most certainly NOT a boy, and he had successfully hidden away his dark tendencies when he had secretly turned to the side of the Light, but he could not tell his students that.

Hermione knew this. Knew he wasn\'t a bad man, currently, but had been... Thinking of how dark and unrestrained he must have been made her hot with lust. No longer was she the little prudish bookworm all her teachers knew and loved... She had changed over the summer, and not for the better.

She had returned to Hogwarts September 1st this year knowing one thing: Professor Severus Snape was going to be hers.


Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me


\"Professor? I\'ve finished this book...\"

Snape was jostled from his thoughts. \"Ah, yes. I see. Well, erm, you may go, then, Miss Granger.\" He suddenly realized how close she was to him, her breasts nearly touching his arm. Snape could feel her hot breath creeping down his neck and under his collar to gently caress his back beneath his robes.

\"Miss Granger...\" His forehead was perspiring lightly, his own breath coming in irregular, ragged pants. Could she see what she was doing to him?

\"Yes... Severus?\" Snape closed his eyes, feeling Hermione\'s tongue lightly trace up the edge of his ear. Forcing himself to come quickly to his senses, he jumped out of his chair and backed as far away from her as he could.

\"Miss Granger,\" he said through his teeth. \"Do not stand so close to me!\"

Hermione smiled triumphantly; she knew he was hanging by a thread.

\"Return to your dorms. Immediately.\"

Hermione gathered up her bookbag and walked out of his class, her hips swaying seductively. At the door, she turned to look back at her Professor, who was still gathering his wits against the wall of his classroom. Smirking, she closed the door after her as she left, the scent of her perfume lingering.


Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it’s not so easy
To be the teacher’s pet


\"I can\'t believe you did that, Hermione!\" Ginny Weasley squealed.

Lavender smirked. \"I can!\"

Parvati, making up the other side of their small circle, leaned forward.

\"You are so lucky! No one has actually tried to make a pass at Snape before...\"

\"Not everyone wants to though, Parvati,\" Hermione cut in.

Lavender looked at her incredulously. \"Are you kidding?! Nearly any girl in his seventh year Potions class would kill to have been that close to him, let alone get away without a detention!\"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, grinning. She really was lucky...


Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she’s waiting
His car is warm and dry


Professor Snape was on his usual patrol around the halls and grounds at Hogwarts, ushering students back to bed, but not before punishing them for having been out.

He was taking more points away than usual, his irritation at an all-time high. He could not get the young, beautiful Miss Granger out of his head. He was haunted by the memory of her tongue running along his ear, her warm, sweet breath on his neck... She was much too seductive for a girl her age.

Not seeing anyone in the hall before him, Snape allowed himself to peer out the window. Why anyone would want to wander around outside in this storm was beyond him…

Wait! There… A figure standing over by the lake.

Snape sighed, resigning himself to his duty. He would have to go and bring the young, wayward student back indoors. Making his way outside and down the path to the lake, he could begin to make the figure out better. It was clearly a female, her long hair dripping wet and cascading down her back.

He squinted his eyes against the rain, focusing his eyes to make out who she was. Suddenly, the girl looked over her shoulder at him approaching, and he stopped walking.

What the hell was Miss Granger doing outside? In the rain? She was soaking wet!

“Miss Granger! Come back inside the castle at once before you catch your death!”

Hermione merely stood there and smiled up at him.

Snape, finally reaching the point at where she stood, took her arm, lightly pulling her back with him. While he began to verbally reprimand her for so foolishly wandering outside, she remained silent.

Once Snape had her back in the castle, he turned to her, ready to take away plenty of points and give her a detention so she might realize the severity of what she had done. But once he saw her face, the clear desire radiating from her eyes from underneath her long, wet eyelashes, his breath caught in his throat.

“Professor…” Hermione walked cautiously toward him until she was flush against him. “I want you. I want you so bad, right here… right now.”


Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me


Snape couldn’t breathe. This young girl was offering herself to him! He could not think rationally while he felt her lean, lithe frame through her thin, damp clothes. Realizing for the first time that she had been wearing nothing but a light colored cotton T-shirt and jeans, he could clearly see all her perfect curves, just begging to be touched.

In that one moment of weakness, he allowed himself to kiss her soft, wet lips. He let her pull him into nearby classroom, letting her guide him with reckless abandon. He forgot everything except for the two of them.

Hermione removed his outer robes, deftly moving her hands over the fastenings. Their clothes met the floor quickly, the two of them entangling themselves with each other, skin meeting skin.

They collapsed together to the floor, tongues dueling furiously, hands roaming everywhere.

Later, Severus Snape still could not feel the extent of what he had done, for he was fast asleep with Hermione Granger in his arms.


Loose talk in the classroom
To hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staff room
The accusations fly
It’s no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabokov


“Severus, may I have a word with you?”

“Of course, Headmaster.” Snape hesitated slightly, not too eager to speak to the man that always knew everything that occurred in his school.

“Now, Severus.”

“Of course.”

He followed Dumbledore up to his office, nearly crying out in shock when he saw her sitting in one of the wing-backed chairs in front of the Headmaster’s desk. Had Hermione told Dumbledore?! Was that why she was here, too?

Sitting in his appropriate throne, Dumbledore began. “Severus, it has come to my attention that there have been rumors flitting about the staff room that something happened between you and a student. This student, in particular.” He motioned his head toward Hermione, who was trying hard to hide her face from him.

Severus began coughing uncontrollably. Dumbledore, with a disgusted look on his face, conjured up a glass of water and thrust it in his face.

“Would you like to explain, Severus?”

He tried so hard to form a coherent sentence. He really did. But seeing Hermione there, almost smiling, he couldn’t work up the courage to deny what was the obvious truth. Snape shook his head, ready for his punishment.

Dumbledore sighed. “Then I have no choice but to ask you to resign, Severus. You are expected to be moved out by noon tomorrow.”

Snape sat, numb from head to toe. His career as a Potions teacher was over. Looking over at Hermione, the girl that had caused it all, he was taken aback by the wicked grin spreading over her face.

She had got what she wanted. Hermione would leave Albus’ office unscathed. Severus realized she must have given Albus the impression that he had forced himself upon her.

Returning to his dungeons, he began packing up his things. He could not bear to spend another night at the school.

Turning to go, he saw Hermione Granger leaning against his doorway seductively.

“I’m sorry, Professor Snape,” she said, but she clearly not sorry at all. She walked gracefully over to Severus, latching her arms around his waist. Carefully, he forced himself and what dignity he had left to detach her, whispering in her ear:

“Don’t stand so close to me, Miss Granger.”


Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me

Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me


He gathered his things and left, Hermione still standing where he had left her. Severus walked out of his dungeons, out the front door, and up to the gate protecting Hogwarts from the outside world. Taking one last look at the place that had been his home for years, he walked out the gates and Apparated away.

-End-

Author\'s Note II: The song lyrics are from \"Don\'t Stand So Close To Me\" by The Police.

I hope you enjoyed it... This evil little plot bunny can leave me alone, now.

*To ShilohDarke: She\'s just totally OOC. To live up to the song, Hermione plays the part of a \"bad girl,\" and seduces Snape for the sole purpose of one night pleasure. I hope that helps a bit. *

*To all those that demand Hermione\'s Comeuppance: If I come up with something decent enought to punish her with, besides all the obvious options flitting about in my head, I might write a sort-of epilogue, but not in the near future. Althought... You\'re all right. She certain deserves it. He he he... It\'ll probably come to me in a dream. Just watch...*

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