Detention with Snape
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Detention with Snape
Update - June 26 2005 - I did a bit of revising on this story. Its a bit less... skanky now.
I also had it beta'd. Thank you Liz!
It's my first fic, so please be gentle!
DISCLAMER
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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“Did Snape tell you what you’re doing in detention tonight?”
“No,” Hermione told Ron. “I only know that I have to be there right after dinner.”
Dinner went by much quicker than Hermione would have liked, for she was soon heading to the dungeons towards Professor Snape’s office. The walk seemed to last for hours, but before she knew it, she was standing directly outside his door. “Relax,” she said to herself. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Snape was seated at his desk, glaring at her.
“It’s about time,” He snapped.
“I’m s-sorry, Professor.”
“You can start by cleaning the spot where Longbottom spilled his dragon blood. You can find everything you need in the cabinet in the corner.”
She walked over to the cabinet, thinking about what she had done to get herself into this. “WHY do I always have to be right? I should have just left it all alone,” She thought. “After 6 years at Hogwarts, I should have known not to question Snape.” She reached into the cabinet, and grabbed the cleaning solution and a rag. As she turned around, she noticed Snape was staring at her once again. She tried not to catch his gaze but as she walked over to the table, he continued to stare. She tried to ignore it and began her work. Cleaning up the dragon’s blood was surprisingly easy.
“I’ve finished Professor.”
“Good. Now sort through the ingredients cabinet and make a list of everything I'm running low on.”
Snape got up and handed her a piece of parchment and a quill then went back to his desk. Hermione positioned herself so she didn’t have to look at him. However, the ingredients cabinet was less than 2 feet away from Snape’s desk. She was to close to him for comfort.
She couldn’t concentrate. She could feel his eyes drilling into her back. To keep her mind off of his attention, she tried to think of The Order, Ron and even Lord Voldemort... but nothing seemed to work. All she could think of was the eeriness of her situation and how much she wanted to be back in Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ron. It seemed so far away, and she wished desperately she could run away to the shelter of her commonroom. She didn’t feel safe here.
Soon, she was finished.
“Now, just sit there until I tell you to leave.”
Hermione did as she was told. The last thing she wanted was another night in detention, especially with Professor Snape. She sat as far away as she could from him, but just as he had done all night, he stared at her. She looked at her watch, it was only 10. How long was he going to make her sit here?
She got the distinct impression that something un-natural was going through Snape’s mind. He wasn’t looking at her like he loathed her, just as he did when she first walked in. He looked as if he was lusting after her.
“Don’t be silly, Hermione, he’s a teacher, you’re a student. He can’t be thinking about you in that way... Can He?” she thought.
It was well after midnight before he let her go.
“I expect to see you here tomorrow night Granger.”
“But Professor!”
“Would you like to make it a week?”
“No”
“Then you will be here tomorrow night. And don’t be late this time.”
“Yes, Professor,” And she walked out of his office and up to her common room.
It was empty except for three seconds years franticly trying to finish their Defense against the Dark Arts (or what it appeared to be) essay before going to bed. She walked to her bedroom, put on her night dress and climbed into her bed. As she closed her eyes, she couldn’t stop thinking about Snape.
“Why was he looking at me that way? Why do I have to go back tomorrow night?” These thoughts and these thoughts alone filled her head until she finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
She awoke the next morning with her blankets in a twist. She was covered in sweat. She had been having nightmares, or what she thought were nightmares. She was back in Snape’s office and he was caressing her neck. That’s all she could remember. Shaking the dreams from her head, she quickly got dressed and went to breakfast.
“How was it?” Harry asked her before she even sat down.
“Fine,” She lied. She wasn’t in the mood to tell anyone, not even Harry or Ron, about Snape’s eyes.
The day went by slowly. She wanted nothing more than to get her detention over with.
Just as she did the night before, right after she was finished eating, she walked down to Snape’s office. But this time it was different, she didn’t dread her punishment as much as she should of. She was actually looking forward to it, but she didn’t know why.
She opened the door and walked it. Just like last night, he was sitting behind his desk, staring.
“Tonight, I was thinking that we could play a game of wizards’ chess.”
Hermione was shocked. Why was her punishment playing wizards chess with Snape?
“I have the board set up over there.” He pointed to a desk against the wall. “Shall we?”
Hermione stood still. She was so confused.
“Well?’
She walked over to the desk and sat down. Snape sat across from her.
“You’re probably wondering why we are playing chess instead having a normal detention.” It was like he could read her mind.
“Have you noticed how I’ve been looking at you, Miss Granger?”
“Yes.”
“How have I been looking at you?”
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to say what she felt, that he wanted her, and end up being wrong and looking too full of herself. On the other hand, she didn’t want to lie by saying that he thought he hated her and end up looking naive.
“Cat got your tongue, Hermione?”
At this moment, she knew for sure what his feelings were and decided just to go for it.
“You want me,” She said slyly. Without even realizing it, she continued with “I feel the same way.”
Snape didn’t look surprised.
“Tell me something, Hermione. Have you ever been with a man before?”
“Ron and I have…” Snape cut her off.
“I said a man, not a boy.”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Snape stood up and removed the chess board, placed it on the desk behind him, then sat back down.
Hermione knew what was going to happen. Up until this point, the only teacher she ever had these types of feeling for was Lockhart, before she found out how cowardly he actually was. She never had even the slightest thought about her and Snape. She still didn’t completely understand why her feelings for him changed so suddenly, but honestly, she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted and she knew she was going to get it.
Before she fully realized what she was doing, her lips were pressed against Snape’s. They were just as she had expected: rough. She felt his cold hands moving up her thighs and they soon found their way to her ass. He squeezed and she felt a bolt of excitement flow through her entire body, causing her to moan slightly.
He lifted her up and carried her to his desk chair. He sat and removed his hands from her backside and began running them through her now not-so-bushy hair. Hermione began grinding herself against him; she could feel hardening. She stopped kissing him and re-located her lips to his right ear. She felt his hair falling into her face.
Snape moved his hands to her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. He couldn’t contain himself anymore and pushed her off of him, un-doing his pants. Hermione removed her panties and positioned herself above Snape. The look in his eyes was the only incentive she needed to continue. She slowly lowered herself onto him, allowing him to enter her. Snape moaned loudly and Hermione panted. She continued at her slow pace and gradually went faster and harder. Snape placed his hands on her ass again to guide her along. Her lips found their way to his neck, which she began kissing with heavy breath. Snape moaned louder and louder with each movement. She could tell he was going to blow soon.
He lifted her up once again and threw her down on his desk; he wanted to take control. He was thrusting so hard, she felt as if she was going to be knocked off the desk. She enjoyed it; she never felt this kind of pleasure before. They kissed again and she rapped her legs around him. He went into her deeper. She was close to finishing, but she didn’t want it to end.
Snape stopped kissing her. From the look in his eyes, she knew he was coming. The look on his face, combined with his intense moans, caused her to finish as well. With a final few, faint thrusts, it was over. He stood up and put his pants back on. Hermione lifted herself off the desk, got her panties from the floor and handed them to Snape.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Something to remember me by.” And with that said, she turned and left.
I also had it beta'd. Thank you Liz!
It's my first fic, so please be gentle!
DISCLAMER
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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“Did Snape tell you what you’re doing in detention tonight?”
“No,” Hermione told Ron. “I only know that I have to be there right after dinner.”
Dinner went by much quicker than Hermione would have liked, for she was soon heading to the dungeons towards Professor Snape’s office. The walk seemed to last for hours, but before she knew it, she was standing directly outside his door. “Relax,” she said to herself. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Snape was seated at his desk, glaring at her.
“It’s about time,” He snapped.
“I’m s-sorry, Professor.”
“You can start by cleaning the spot where Longbottom spilled his dragon blood. You can find everything you need in the cabinet in the corner.”
She walked over to the cabinet, thinking about what she had done to get herself into this. “WHY do I always have to be right? I should have just left it all alone,” She thought. “After 6 years at Hogwarts, I should have known not to question Snape.” She reached into the cabinet, and grabbed the cleaning solution and a rag. As she turned around, she noticed Snape was staring at her once again. She tried not to catch his gaze but as she walked over to the table, he continued to stare. She tried to ignore it and began her work. Cleaning up the dragon’s blood was surprisingly easy.
“I’ve finished Professor.”
“Good. Now sort through the ingredients cabinet and make a list of everything I'm running low on.”
Snape got up and handed her a piece of parchment and a quill then went back to his desk. Hermione positioned herself so she didn’t have to look at him. However, the ingredients cabinet was less than 2 feet away from Snape’s desk. She was to close to him for comfort.
She couldn’t concentrate. She could feel his eyes drilling into her back. To keep her mind off of his attention, she tried to think of The Order, Ron and even Lord Voldemort... but nothing seemed to work. All she could think of was the eeriness of her situation and how much she wanted to be back in Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ron. It seemed so far away, and she wished desperately she could run away to the shelter of her commonroom. She didn’t feel safe here.
Soon, she was finished.
“Now, just sit there until I tell you to leave.”
Hermione did as she was told. The last thing she wanted was another night in detention, especially with Professor Snape. She sat as far away as she could from him, but just as he had done all night, he stared at her. She looked at her watch, it was only 10. How long was he going to make her sit here?
She got the distinct impression that something un-natural was going through Snape’s mind. He wasn’t looking at her like he loathed her, just as he did when she first walked in. He looked as if he was lusting after her.
“Don’t be silly, Hermione, he’s a teacher, you’re a student. He can’t be thinking about you in that way... Can He?” she thought.
It was well after midnight before he let her go.
“I expect to see you here tomorrow night Granger.”
“But Professor!”
“Would you like to make it a week?”
“No”
“Then you will be here tomorrow night. And don’t be late this time.”
“Yes, Professor,” And she walked out of his office and up to her common room.
It was empty except for three seconds years franticly trying to finish their Defense against the Dark Arts (or what it appeared to be) essay before going to bed. She walked to her bedroom, put on her night dress and climbed into her bed. As she closed her eyes, she couldn’t stop thinking about Snape.
“Why was he looking at me that way? Why do I have to go back tomorrow night?” These thoughts and these thoughts alone filled her head until she finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
She awoke the next morning with her blankets in a twist. She was covered in sweat. She had been having nightmares, or what she thought were nightmares. She was back in Snape’s office and he was caressing her neck. That’s all she could remember. Shaking the dreams from her head, she quickly got dressed and went to breakfast.
“How was it?” Harry asked her before she even sat down.
“Fine,” She lied. She wasn’t in the mood to tell anyone, not even Harry or Ron, about Snape’s eyes.
The day went by slowly. She wanted nothing more than to get her detention over with.
Just as she did the night before, right after she was finished eating, she walked down to Snape’s office. But this time it was different, she didn’t dread her punishment as much as she should of. She was actually looking forward to it, but she didn’t know why.
She opened the door and walked it. Just like last night, he was sitting behind his desk, staring.
“Tonight, I was thinking that we could play a game of wizards’ chess.”
Hermione was shocked. Why was her punishment playing wizards chess with Snape?
“I have the board set up over there.” He pointed to a desk against the wall. “Shall we?”
Hermione stood still. She was so confused.
“Well?’
She walked over to the desk and sat down. Snape sat across from her.
“You’re probably wondering why we are playing chess instead having a normal detention.” It was like he could read her mind.
“Have you noticed how I’ve been looking at you, Miss Granger?”
“Yes.”
“How have I been looking at you?”
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to say what she felt, that he wanted her, and end up being wrong and looking too full of herself. On the other hand, she didn’t want to lie by saying that he thought he hated her and end up looking naive.
“Cat got your tongue, Hermione?”
At this moment, she knew for sure what his feelings were and decided just to go for it.
“You want me,” She said slyly. Without even realizing it, she continued with “I feel the same way.”
Snape didn’t look surprised.
“Tell me something, Hermione. Have you ever been with a man before?”
“Ron and I have…” Snape cut her off.
“I said a man, not a boy.”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Snape stood up and removed the chess board, placed it on the desk behind him, then sat back down.
Hermione knew what was going to happen. Up until this point, the only teacher she ever had these types of feeling for was Lockhart, before she found out how cowardly he actually was. She never had even the slightest thought about her and Snape. She still didn’t completely understand why her feelings for him changed so suddenly, but honestly, she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted and she knew she was going to get it.
Before she fully realized what she was doing, her lips were pressed against Snape’s. They were just as she had expected: rough. She felt his cold hands moving up her thighs and they soon found their way to her ass. He squeezed and she felt a bolt of excitement flow through her entire body, causing her to moan slightly.
He lifted her up and carried her to his desk chair. He sat and removed his hands from her backside and began running them through her now not-so-bushy hair. Hermione began grinding herself against him; she could feel hardening. She stopped kissing him and re-located her lips to his right ear. She felt his hair falling into her face.
Snape moved his hands to her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. He couldn’t contain himself anymore and pushed her off of him, un-doing his pants. Hermione removed her panties and positioned herself above Snape. The look in his eyes was the only incentive she needed to continue. She slowly lowered herself onto him, allowing him to enter her. Snape moaned loudly and Hermione panted. She continued at her slow pace and gradually went faster and harder. Snape placed his hands on her ass again to guide her along. Her lips found their way to his neck, which she began kissing with heavy breath. Snape moaned louder and louder with each movement. She could tell he was going to blow soon.
He lifted her up once again and threw her down on his desk; he wanted to take control. He was thrusting so hard, she felt as if she was going to be knocked off the desk. She enjoyed it; she never felt this kind of pleasure before. They kissed again and she rapped her legs around him. He went into her deeper. She was close to finishing, but she didn’t want it to end.
Snape stopped kissing her. From the look in his eyes, she knew he was coming. The look on his face, combined with his intense moans, caused her to finish as well. With a final few, faint thrusts, it was over. He stood up and put his pants back on. Hermione lifted herself off the desk, got her panties from the floor and handed them to Snape.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Something to remember me by.” And with that said, she turned and left.