An Unusual Punishment for Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
30,968
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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An Unusual Punishment for Hermione
Chapter 1 - Detention
“Miss Granger, for the fifth time this lesson you have shown yourself to be an insufferable know-it-all; disrupting my lesson by calling out answers before you are asked. Another ten points from Griffindor and I will see you in my office at 7pm this evening for a detention!”
Hermione stood behind her desk, blushing. Snape’s face was so close to her’s by the end of that tirade that she could see her face reflected in his black eyes. It was the closest she had ever been to him. His hair looked clean and shiny for once and his breath smelt a little minty. He certainly had cleaned up since Voldemort had been defeated. Hermione felt an unusual flutter in her stomach as she looked down at her feet when he mentioned the detention. She shuddered a little. She had been in trouble on several occasions during her seven years at Hogworts, but had never received a detention before. She had already started to worry about what Snape had in store for her.
“Lines, I expect,” said Ron.
They were sitting at the Griffindor table eating dinner. Hermione looked at her watch. It was ten to seven. She would need to leave in five minutes to make it to Snape’s office in the dungeons in time. It had been five hours since she received the detention and she had been thinking about it non-stop since. Well almost non-stop. Her brain kept catching her out. Just as she thought she was starting to concentrate on her lessons again a pair of black eyes interrupted her deliberation. Dark and mysterious, they seemed to pierce directly into her head. They were followed by thoughts of that white skin, so pale, almost translucent; those long, supple fingers and his voice, so low and quiet, yet so clear. He exuded power. So strong. So authoritative. Oh Merlin, she was thinking it again. She felt her stomach ache again and a sudden desire to run her hands all the way down her body to her most intimate place.
“Hermione! You need to get moving, you’re going to be late!” Harry’s voice startled her out of the dream she had been lost in for the last seven minutes.
“Oh fuck!” she muttered grabbing her wand and quill case from the table and moving as quickly as she could without running out of the hall.
As soon as she was out of the hall she raced along the corridor, her hair flying wildly behind her. She ran down the stairs as quickly as possible, holding tightly to the banister so that she wouldn’t fall, and jumped the last two steps. She sneaked a look at her watch and gulped, 7.01, “Shit, shit, shit,” she thought as she sprinted around the corner to the corridor that lead to Snape’s office, and then thud! She ran straight into something warm and hard.
“Miss Granger, for the fifth time this lesson you have shown yourself to be an insufferable know-it-all; disrupting my lesson by calling out answers before you are asked. Another ten points from Griffindor and I will see you in my office at 7pm this evening for a detention!”
Hermione stood behind her desk, blushing. Snape’s face was so close to her’s by the end of that tirade that she could see her face reflected in his black eyes. It was the closest she had ever been to him. His hair looked clean and shiny for once and his breath smelt a little minty. He certainly had cleaned up since Voldemort had been defeated. Hermione felt an unusual flutter in her stomach as she looked down at her feet when he mentioned the detention. She shuddered a little. She had been in trouble on several occasions during her seven years at Hogworts, but had never received a detention before. She had already started to worry about what Snape had in store for her.
“Lines, I expect,” said Ron.
They were sitting at the Griffindor table eating dinner. Hermione looked at her watch. It was ten to seven. She would need to leave in five minutes to make it to Snape’s office in the dungeons in time. It had been five hours since she received the detention and she had been thinking about it non-stop since. Well almost non-stop. Her brain kept catching her out. Just as she thought she was starting to concentrate on her lessons again a pair of black eyes interrupted her deliberation. Dark and mysterious, they seemed to pierce directly into her head. They were followed by thoughts of that white skin, so pale, almost translucent; those long, supple fingers and his voice, so low and quiet, yet so clear. He exuded power. So strong. So authoritative. Oh Merlin, she was thinking it again. She felt her stomach ache again and a sudden desire to run her hands all the way down her body to her most intimate place.
“Hermione! You need to get moving, you’re going to be late!” Harry’s voice startled her out of the dream she had been lost in for the last seven minutes.
“Oh fuck!” she muttered grabbing her wand and quill case from the table and moving as quickly as she could without running out of the hall.
As soon as she was out of the hall she raced along the corridor, her hair flying wildly behind her. She ran down the stairs as quickly as possible, holding tightly to the banister so that she wouldn’t fall, and jumped the last two steps. She sneaked a look at her watch and gulped, 7.01, “Shit, shit, shit,” she thought as she sprinted around the corner to the corridor that lead to Snape’s office, and then thud! She ran straight into something warm and hard.