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A Meeting by the Lake
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 1 ~ A Meeting by the Lake
Seventh-year Hermione Granger exited the main hall through the double doors and walked across the grounds. It was night, and quiet…stars glittering high above in their blanket of darkness, and a half moon lending its silver light to guide the witch's way.
She just had to get out of Gryffindor tower, away from Harry, Ron and all her fellow students constantly asking her for help or to outright do their work for them. Didn't they know there were other things to think about besides study and homework?
Harry and Ron would have fainted if they heard the witch's thoughts. Hermione Granger thinking there was more to life than study and homework? She could almost hear Ron now:
"Somebody do a detector spell on her, because obviously she's been hexed!"
But she hadn't been hexed. Well, not by magic anyway, but by good old Mother Nature, the Ultimate Witch that made the biological world and everything it involved. Every instinct, every urge and every animal attraction had Nature's hand in it. And the old witch's hand was clearly grasping Hermione's libido.
She was eighteen years old. It was only natural she should think about sex now. Her body had changed…matured. She ovulated for gods' sakes. There were days when her sexual drive was increased. Being a virgin didn't seem to diminish that drive one bit.
Hermione might have been able to handle these urges if they were ordinary ones, focused on randy boys her age ready and willing to sate her curiosity. That would have been normal. That would have been acceptable.
What was happening to her was definitely not acceptable.
The witch sighed as she approached the lake, heading for a little visited part that consisted mostly of stones and boulders. There was little greenery here, the ground sparse and bare…but Hermione liked it. It was quiet and rarely was she disturbed here, be it day or night. If a couple came to the lake to shag, this was not the place they would come. There were no soft places to lay their starving bodies.
Hermione climbed up on a boulder and stared up at the night sky, trying not to think of what had driven her here…again. Sometimes she wished she could leave her mind behind, resting on her pillow when she came out here. The gods knew it seemed as if she left it behind every time she entered Advanced Potions class. She was so distracted that her grades had dropped significantly. Even the Potions Master noticed and took her to task about it.
"It is your seventh year, Miss Granger. I have been here long enough to recognize that glassy-eyed look when you are staring into space, daydreaming when you should be listening. You are thinking of some young wizard and probably very inappropriate thoughts at that," he sneered at her. "I thought more of you, Miss Granger. You appeared to have the right attitude about learning, that it is first and foremost with those witches who wish to become more than house fraus and breeding stock. It would be a waste of a good mind if such was your destiny. Whoever this young man is, I suggest you get him out of your system one way or another and return to your studies."
The Potions Master then returned to his desk with a billow of robes, ignoring her for the rest of the class, like he always did.
Hermione only wished she could ignore him.
The witch looked up at the stars.
"If only you really could grant wishes," she said softly as she looked at the distant, flickering points of light. "I'd wish you could end this for me. Let me go back to how I was. Uninterested in anything that didn't involve learning."
"That is quite a wish, Miss Granger," a silky voice said, rising from the cover of night.
Startled, Hermione slid off the boulder, looking around frantically. She knew that voice.
"Professor Snape," she called out, her stomach knotting.
There was a slight movement in the shadows, then the Potions Master revealed himself, stepping out of the darkness and looking down at the witch.
"Yes. Professor Snape," he replied, his dark eyes glittering as he studied her.
Hermione felt her throat close up as she looked at her teacher.
"What are you doing out here alone, Miss Granger? There are wolves about. Wolves that would happily devour you," he said in his beautiful voice…the voice she had been hearing in her dreams almost every night for the past four months.
Hermione swallowed and found her voice.
"I…I come out here to be alone with my thoughts, Professor," she said, her voice sounding small.
"Couldn't you be alone with your thoughts in your Head Girl's room?" he asked her, stepping a bit closer.
"No. There is always someone knocking…someone wanting something. Wanting me to do something for them," she replied a bit bitterly.
"That is the Head Girl's job…to be helpful. Surely you knew that when you accepted the position," the wizard said coldly.
"I don't mind being helpful, Professor…but sometimes I need time to myself. Away from the other students. Time to consider things and find solutions to my problems," she said.
"What kind of problems could you possibly have, Miss Granger, that would drive you out into the night, to an empty barren place like this…secluded from everyone?" he asked her, a bit of a purr in his voice.
Hermione didn't answer him.
The wizard studied the young woman in front of him.
"I believe that your problem relates to your poor showing in my class of late. Your inability to concentrate, and being barely able string coherent sentences together. Stammering when I ask you a simple question," the wizard said in a low voice.
Hermione still didn't answer him…she couldn't. The Professor being out here with her, alone, was so much like the start of many of her dreams about him. They would always be alone…away from prying eyes.
"Tell me, what is it that troubles you, Miss Granger? Are you pining for some wizard, perhaps?" he asked her, an eyebrow arching.
"Yes," she said, her heart moving into her throat.
The Professor's eyes seemed to become blacker at her admission.
"Does he know how you feel?" he inquired of the witch, in that same low voice.
"No…that is I don't think so. Besides, he wouldn't be interested in me," she replied, her voice quavering slightly.
"Is he blind, or incredibly stupid?" the Professor asked her.
Hermione looked up at him in surprise.
"No. He's neither. He's brilliant," she said softly.
"Your intellectual equal and not blind. Why would you think he wouldn't be interested in you, Miss Granger? You are an attractive young woman," the wizard said.
Hermione blinked at him a moment.
"You think so, Professor? That I'm attractive?" she asked him.
The wizard scowled at her.
"Miss Granger, fishing for another compliment when one has already been given is bad form. I will not repeat myself," he said snarkily.
"Sorry," she said.
"So, do you want a relationship with this wizard, Miss Granger?" the Potions Master asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"I…I don't think so sir. I am just…just curious about him. What he's like…" she replied
Severus studied her.
"In an intimate situation?" he asked her, his voice turning silky again.
Hermione dropped her eyes.
"Yes," she said in a whisper.
"And this is what has you out of sorts in my class?" he asked her.
"Yes sir," the witch replied.
"Do you think, Miss Granger, if your curiosity were satisfied, you would return to your usual level of accomplishment?"
"Yes. I'd be able to get him out of my head," she replied. "Out of my dreams."
"So you dream about him. What kind of dreams, Miss Granger?"
"I…I'd rather not say sir. They are not for mixed company, especially for a teacher to hear," Hermione said.
The wizard looked at her.
"Did you ever stop to think, Miss Granger, that I might like to hear your dreams?" he asked her.
Hermione began to feel a warmth crawl through her belly, the kind of warmth that led her to masturbate in her bed while thinking of the Potions Master having sex with her. She started and began to walk past the wizard.
"I really need to go, Professor," she said, moving past him only to have the wizard catch her by her arm and draw her back.
"Is that really what you need to do, Miss Granger? Go back to Gryffindor Tower with this issue unresolved?" he said. His voice had a bit of a growl to it, a growl she had only fantasized about beneath the silken tones he normally used.
"Yes," she said, beginning to tremble.
"No," he replied, still holding her arm. "I know who you dream about, Miss Granger…and what you want from him."
Hermione began to tremble stronger now, the wizard's dark eyes resting on her soberly.
"You do?" she squeaked.
"Yes I do. Me, Miss Granger. You dream about me," he said, his eyes fairly glittering now.
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A/N: Just a little PWP idea I had playing around in my head. It won't be long. Two, maybe three chapters at the most. Not a lot of character development, if any. Just a dream realized for Hermione. Maybe for the Professor too. Please review.
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Chapter 1 ~ A Meeting by the Lake
Seventh-year Hermione Granger exited the main hall through the double doors and walked across the grounds. It was night, and quiet…stars glittering high above in their blanket of darkness, and a half moon lending its silver light to guide the witch's way.
She just had to get out of Gryffindor tower, away from Harry, Ron and all her fellow students constantly asking her for help or to outright do their work for them. Didn't they know there were other things to think about besides study and homework?
Harry and Ron would have fainted if they heard the witch's thoughts. Hermione Granger thinking there was more to life than study and homework? She could almost hear Ron now:
"Somebody do a detector spell on her, because obviously she's been hexed!"
But she hadn't been hexed. Well, not by magic anyway, but by good old Mother Nature, the Ultimate Witch that made the biological world and everything it involved. Every instinct, every urge and every animal attraction had Nature's hand in it. And the old witch's hand was clearly grasping Hermione's libido.
She was eighteen years old. It was only natural she should think about sex now. Her body had changed…matured. She ovulated for gods' sakes. There were days when her sexual drive was increased. Being a virgin didn't seem to diminish that drive one bit.
Hermione might have been able to handle these urges if they were ordinary ones, focused on randy boys her age ready and willing to sate her curiosity. That would have been normal. That would have been acceptable.
What was happening to her was definitely not acceptable.
The witch sighed as she approached the lake, heading for a little visited part that consisted mostly of stones and boulders. There was little greenery here, the ground sparse and bare…but Hermione liked it. It was quiet and rarely was she disturbed here, be it day or night. If a couple came to the lake to shag, this was not the place they would come. There were no soft places to lay their starving bodies.
Hermione climbed up on a boulder and stared up at the night sky, trying not to think of what had driven her here…again. Sometimes she wished she could leave her mind behind, resting on her pillow when she came out here. The gods knew it seemed as if she left it behind every time she entered Advanced Potions class. She was so distracted that her grades had dropped significantly. Even the Potions Master noticed and took her to task about it.
"It is your seventh year, Miss Granger. I have been here long enough to recognize that glassy-eyed look when you are staring into space, daydreaming when you should be listening. You are thinking of some young wizard and probably very inappropriate thoughts at that," he sneered at her. "I thought more of you, Miss Granger. You appeared to have the right attitude about learning, that it is first and foremost with those witches who wish to become more than house fraus and breeding stock. It would be a waste of a good mind if such was your destiny. Whoever this young man is, I suggest you get him out of your system one way or another and return to your studies."
The Potions Master then returned to his desk with a billow of robes, ignoring her for the rest of the class, like he always did.
Hermione only wished she could ignore him.
The witch looked up at the stars.
"If only you really could grant wishes," she said softly as she looked at the distant, flickering points of light. "I'd wish you could end this for me. Let me go back to how I was. Uninterested in anything that didn't involve learning."
"That is quite a wish, Miss Granger," a silky voice said, rising from the cover of night.
Startled, Hermione slid off the boulder, looking around frantically. She knew that voice.
"Professor Snape," she called out, her stomach knotting.
There was a slight movement in the shadows, then the Potions Master revealed himself, stepping out of the darkness and looking down at the witch.
"Yes. Professor Snape," he replied, his dark eyes glittering as he studied her.
Hermione felt her throat close up as she looked at her teacher.
"What are you doing out here alone, Miss Granger? There are wolves about. Wolves that would happily devour you," he said in his beautiful voice…the voice she had been hearing in her dreams almost every night for the past four months.
Hermione swallowed and found her voice.
"I…I come out here to be alone with my thoughts, Professor," she said, her voice sounding small.
"Couldn't you be alone with your thoughts in your Head Girl's room?" he asked her, stepping a bit closer.
"No. There is always someone knocking…someone wanting something. Wanting me to do something for them," she replied a bit bitterly.
"That is the Head Girl's job…to be helpful. Surely you knew that when you accepted the position," the wizard said coldly.
"I don't mind being helpful, Professor…but sometimes I need time to myself. Away from the other students. Time to consider things and find solutions to my problems," she said.
"What kind of problems could you possibly have, Miss Granger, that would drive you out into the night, to an empty barren place like this…secluded from everyone?" he asked her, a bit of a purr in his voice.
Hermione didn't answer him.
The wizard studied the young woman in front of him.
"I believe that your problem relates to your poor showing in my class of late. Your inability to concentrate, and being barely able string coherent sentences together. Stammering when I ask you a simple question," the wizard said in a low voice.
Hermione still didn't answer him…she couldn't. The Professor being out here with her, alone, was so much like the start of many of her dreams about him. They would always be alone…away from prying eyes.
"Tell me, what is it that troubles you, Miss Granger? Are you pining for some wizard, perhaps?" he asked her, an eyebrow arching.
"Yes," she said, her heart moving into her throat.
The Professor's eyes seemed to become blacker at her admission.
"Does he know how you feel?" he inquired of the witch, in that same low voice.
"No…that is I don't think so. Besides, he wouldn't be interested in me," she replied, her voice quavering slightly.
"Is he blind, or incredibly stupid?" the Professor asked her.
Hermione looked up at him in surprise.
"No. He's neither. He's brilliant," she said softly.
"Your intellectual equal and not blind. Why would you think he wouldn't be interested in you, Miss Granger? You are an attractive young woman," the wizard said.
Hermione blinked at him a moment.
"You think so, Professor? That I'm attractive?" she asked him.
The wizard scowled at her.
"Miss Granger, fishing for another compliment when one has already been given is bad form. I will not repeat myself," he said snarkily.
"Sorry," she said.
"So, do you want a relationship with this wizard, Miss Granger?" the Potions Master asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"I…I don't think so sir. I am just…just curious about him. What he's like…" she replied
Severus studied her.
"In an intimate situation?" he asked her, his voice turning silky again.
Hermione dropped her eyes.
"Yes," she said in a whisper.
"And this is what has you out of sorts in my class?" he asked her.
"Yes sir," the witch replied.
"Do you think, Miss Granger, if your curiosity were satisfied, you would return to your usual level of accomplishment?"
"Yes. I'd be able to get him out of my head," she replied. "Out of my dreams."
"So you dream about him. What kind of dreams, Miss Granger?"
"I…I'd rather not say sir. They are not for mixed company, especially for a teacher to hear," Hermione said.
The wizard looked at her.
"Did you ever stop to think, Miss Granger, that I might like to hear your dreams?" he asked her.
Hermione began to feel a warmth crawl through her belly, the kind of warmth that led her to masturbate in her bed while thinking of the Potions Master having sex with her. She started and began to walk past the wizard.
"I really need to go, Professor," she said, moving past him only to have the wizard catch her by her arm and draw her back.
"Is that really what you need to do, Miss Granger? Go back to Gryffindor Tower with this issue unresolved?" he said. His voice had a bit of a growl to it, a growl she had only fantasized about beneath the silken tones he normally used.
"Yes," she said, beginning to tremble.
"No," he replied, still holding her arm. "I know who you dream about, Miss Granger…and what you want from him."
Hermione began to tremble stronger now, the wizard's dark eyes resting on her soberly.
"You do?" she squeaked.
"Yes I do. Me, Miss Granger. You dream about me," he said, his eyes fairly glittering now.
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A/N: Just a little PWP idea I had playing around in my head. It won't be long. Two, maybe three chapters at the most. Not a lot of character development, if any. Just a dream realized for Hermione. Maybe for the Professor too. Please review.