Beyond the verge of Teasing
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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2
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17
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Chap1- Teasing the Teacher
Authors Note: just to say that this is the firsts Harry Potter fic that I place on th net. I really hope you all like it n pleze read n review, it’s really important to me this being my first n all
Beyond the verge of Teasing
Chapter 1 – Teasing the Teacher
Hermione Granger, seventh year student and Head Girl of Hogwarts, headed her way down to the dungeons to serve detention with Snape.
Not that she minded that much having detention with Snape… she had been lusting for the greasy-head-sarcastic-chillingly-handsome git of a professor ever since fifth year when her hormones had started kicking in.
She had been peacefully taking notes of what Snape had been saying, day dreaming of him running his hands over her body and biting her neck, when one of Neville’s ingredient jars crashed right next to her making her squeak loudly.
Of course Snape had no objection in taking 20 house points from Gryffindor and dishing her detention, in fact he was extremely happy about once again getting one of the Golden Trio in trouble.
So here she was, at Snape’s classroom door wondering what he had in store for her this time. She knocked and waited until Snape opened the door.
“Ah, Miss Granger! Right on time as always. How unfortunate” drawled Snape in his usual sexy self “Do come in, we don’t want you to waste your detention time with you serving as corridor decoration, do we?”
She hastily walked in, the door closing behind her to seal her doom.
“Now Miss Granger, I take it that you are not one of those dunderheads that prance around this school and that you have an average capacity of methodical organization?”
Hermione simply nodded.
“Very well, tonight you will be organizing my private study. I want each book ordered by topic and within each topic ordered by name, and every ingredient ordered alphabetically. Do I make myself clear?”
Once again Hermione nodded, jumping slightly as Snape turned and walked through a door to what had to be his private chambers. Not wanting to make him mad, she hastily followed him.
Snape’s study was classic and dark like his owner. Dark mahogany shelves covered the dungeon walls, filled with books and jar with slimy things inside them. An imposing fireplace stood on one wall, interrupting the bookcase walls, with two velvet green armchairs separated by a small mahogany coffee table with a bottle of firewhisky and two small shot glasses. A heavy looking desk stood in the opposite corner with various stacks of papers waiting to be graded.
“Do I need to tell you you should begin or do you wish to make this an all nighter Miss Granger?” Snape snapped at her.
“No sir.” She promptly said heading to the shelves nearest to the door and farthest to the desk where he had sat grading papers.
Each of them worked in silence for several hours.
While Snape corrected students’ papers, occasionally sighing and crossing out a lot of what was written, Hermione worked her way through shelves and shelves of various book topics and jars, ordering them as Snape had demanded.
He occasionally observed her through lidded eyes, but it was not until she was ordering the bookshelf closest to him that he paid her full attention.
The thing was, that as Hermione progressed from the bottom of the shelf to the top, she stretched herself further to reach books and he was suddenly transfixed by the way her school shirt would stretch over her breasts and the way the hem of her skirt would dangerously rise showing off her legs.
It had never occurred to him that the bushy haired know-it-all was more than a mound of tangled hair and an aggravating personality. He wondered even if anyone in the school had noticed her womanly figure yet.
As he had been too busy ravishing her curvaceous body with his eyes, he had not noticed that she was standing still observing him observe her.
Shills and goose bumps went over her body under the pressure of his stare. She felt her hands become sweaty and a nervous feeling of excitement in her stomach. His predatory look on her hadn’t gone unnoticed, making her dizzy and light headed as millions of ways she would have liked to have that body of his wrapped around her.
In a sudden stroke of Gryffindor courage that she would never have dared shown in any other situation she slowly approached Snape’s desk.
“Professor” she spoke in slow tone of voice.
His eyes focused on her, bringing him back from the erotic daydream of pressing himself from behind her against his shelves, his hands caressing her sides and pulling that torturous skirt up even more then it had reached.
He suddenly noticed that his pants were rather tight and uncomfortable. “No, this has not just happened because of the mudblood know it all” he thought.
“What is it you want Miss Granger?” he growled
“Just to say I’ve finished and that I’ll be going now” she turned and headed to the door, turning midway she looked at him and added “And by the way, I surprisingly enjoyed tonight’s detention and by the looks of it so have you professor. Who knows? Maybe Neville will drop something next class and I’ll have the pleasure of serving another detention.”
And with a very Slytherin smirk she left his classroom.
A.N - hope u liked it please review giving me ur opinion n what you would improve so i can learn
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Beyond the verge of Teasing
Chapter 1 – Teasing the Teacher
Hermione Granger, seventh year student and Head Girl of Hogwarts, headed her way down to the dungeons to serve detention with Snape.
Not that she minded that much having detention with Snape… she had been lusting for the greasy-head-sarcastic-chillingly-handsome git of a professor ever since fifth year when her hormones had started kicking in.
She had been peacefully taking notes of what Snape had been saying, day dreaming of him running his hands over her body and biting her neck, when one of Neville’s ingredient jars crashed right next to her making her squeak loudly.
Of course Snape had no objection in taking 20 house points from Gryffindor and dishing her detention, in fact he was extremely happy about once again getting one of the Golden Trio in trouble.
So here she was, at Snape’s classroom door wondering what he had in store for her this time. She knocked and waited until Snape opened the door.
“Ah, Miss Granger! Right on time as always. How unfortunate” drawled Snape in his usual sexy self “Do come in, we don’t want you to waste your detention time with you serving as corridor decoration, do we?”
She hastily walked in, the door closing behind her to seal her doom.
“Now Miss Granger, I take it that you are not one of those dunderheads that prance around this school and that you have an average capacity of methodical organization?”
Hermione simply nodded.
“Very well, tonight you will be organizing my private study. I want each book ordered by topic and within each topic ordered by name, and every ingredient ordered alphabetically. Do I make myself clear?”
Once again Hermione nodded, jumping slightly as Snape turned and walked through a door to what had to be his private chambers. Not wanting to make him mad, she hastily followed him.
Snape’s study was classic and dark like his owner. Dark mahogany shelves covered the dungeon walls, filled with books and jar with slimy things inside them. An imposing fireplace stood on one wall, interrupting the bookcase walls, with two velvet green armchairs separated by a small mahogany coffee table with a bottle of firewhisky and two small shot glasses. A heavy looking desk stood in the opposite corner with various stacks of papers waiting to be graded.
“Do I need to tell you you should begin or do you wish to make this an all nighter Miss Granger?” Snape snapped at her.
“No sir.” She promptly said heading to the shelves nearest to the door and farthest to the desk where he had sat grading papers.
Each of them worked in silence for several hours.
While Snape corrected students’ papers, occasionally sighing and crossing out a lot of what was written, Hermione worked her way through shelves and shelves of various book topics and jars, ordering them as Snape had demanded.
He occasionally observed her through lidded eyes, but it was not until she was ordering the bookshelf closest to him that he paid her full attention.
The thing was, that as Hermione progressed from the bottom of the shelf to the top, she stretched herself further to reach books and he was suddenly transfixed by the way her school shirt would stretch over her breasts and the way the hem of her skirt would dangerously rise showing off her legs.
It had never occurred to him that the bushy haired know-it-all was more than a mound of tangled hair and an aggravating personality. He wondered even if anyone in the school had noticed her womanly figure yet.
As he had been too busy ravishing her curvaceous body with his eyes, he had not noticed that she was standing still observing him observe her.
Shills and goose bumps went over her body under the pressure of his stare. She felt her hands become sweaty and a nervous feeling of excitement in her stomach. His predatory look on her hadn’t gone unnoticed, making her dizzy and light headed as millions of ways she would have liked to have that body of his wrapped around her.
In a sudden stroke of Gryffindor courage that she would never have dared shown in any other situation she slowly approached Snape’s desk.
“Professor” she spoke in slow tone of voice.
His eyes focused on her, bringing him back from the erotic daydream of pressing himself from behind her against his shelves, his hands caressing her sides and pulling that torturous skirt up even more then it had reached.
He suddenly noticed that his pants were rather tight and uncomfortable. “No, this has not just happened because of the mudblood know it all” he thought.
“What is it you want Miss Granger?” he growled
“Just to say I’ve finished and that I’ll be going now” she turned and headed to the door, turning midway she looked at him and added “And by the way, I surprisingly enjoyed tonight’s detention and by the looks of it so have you professor. Who knows? Maybe Neville will drop something next class and I’ll have the pleasure of serving another detention.”
And with a very Slytherin smirk she left his classroom.
A.N - hope u liked it please review giving me ur opinion n what you would improve so i can learn
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Mistress_Adrasteia