Intentions

This is a Snape/Hermione. If you do not like this couple, then don't read this story. It's as simple as that.

As of this moment, there is no sex in this story. Whether I decide to further this story and provide sex is still undetermined.



Intentions
By: Tassana Burrfoot

Every girl has that one teacher she fantasizes over. She sees him everyday and imagines what it would be like to be his “special someone.” Unfortunately, in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a girl’s choice was extremely limited. Actually, to be more precise, it was horrendously limited.

First, there was Professor Flitwick. Sure, he was nice, and one could admit he was cute, in a dwarfish kind of way. But, his height was enough to turn the general population of Hogwarts females off.

Then, there was Hagrid. Again, he was really nice and very friendly. But, if his height didn’t scare a girl off, then it was his bizarre, if well intentioned, interest in dangerous creatures. Not to mention, while friendly, he was awfully shy.

Defense teachers came and went as quickly as the passing years. Many Hogwarts girls fell for them, too. First, it was Quirrell, who was shy, but handsome and mysterious. Then, there was Lockhart, whose good looks and charming smile drove many girls to fantasies.

Professor Lupin was also endeared by many girls. He had all the qualities of a perfect fantasy. He was handsome, mysterious, and at the same time, kind and intelligent. When it was learned that he was a werewolf, it only heightened the interest for many girls. But, he didn’t stay either.

As for Professor Moody… well, he was far too scary for many girls. In fact, most girls feared him.

Fifth year was a woman, Professor Umbridge. Sixth year was met with yet another new Defense teacher, though he had been teaching at Hogwarts as a Potions Master for as long as many of the students could remember.

The new Potions Master, Professor Slughorn, was fat, ugly, and old. Of course, he was nice… somewhat… if you were a favourite of his. He was no where near worth the time, nor the effort.

As Hermione sat in her sixth year Defense class, she thought over her own fantasies. Now, she was supposed to be practicing Unspoken Spells. But, since she had already gotten the concept far faster than any of her peers, she allowed her mind to wander a bit.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention. She knew better than to not pay attention. Her Defense teacher, Professor Snape, was known to take points away from Gryffindor. And he especially loved to do so from Hermione and her friends.

Professor Snape. What an interesting subject. He wasn’t incredibly handsome, but he made up for it in many ways. He was highly intelligent, clever, and sarcastic. While others, including Hermione’s friends, found him repulsive and disgusting, she found him fascinating. She understood his sardonic humour and thoroughly enjoyed the challenges he threw her way.

Of course, this wasn’t something she wished to share with others. In fact, she made it a point to keep her thoughts to herself. People would think she was crazy if they knew she was even remotely interested in the professor.

To Hermione, he embodied everything a girl could fantasize about; tall, dark, and mysterious. She allowed her mind to swim with thoughts about him as she silently blocked a mumbled spell.

She rolled her eyes at Lavender’s sad attempt. She stifled a yawn as she sent a silent Levicorpus to the blond. Some of her classmates snickered as Hermione released the girl none too gently.

“We shall continue this lesson next time,” Snape announced, signaling the end of the class. “For homework, I want a five foot essay on the importance of Silent Spells and their effectiveness to be handed in on Monday. Getting punch-drunk this weekend would be unwise.”

Hermione was beaming, though she shook her head at the echoing groan throughout the class. Her classmates may despise homework, but she loved anything that required learning.

She watched her classmates leave and decided to hang back a bit. She was seventeen now, which meant she was a legal adult. Unlike many girls who fantasized about their teachers, she was actually old enough to do something about it.

For a moment, she simply watched as the professor began cleaning up the mess left by her classmates. Then, she started to help.

“What are you doing, Miss Granger?” Professor Snape asked as Hermione gathered some loose papers.

She kept her eyes on her task and willed her hands to not shake. She prayed she had a steady enough voice as she answered, “I’m helping you.”

“I do not recall asking for your help, nor do I need it,” he snipped.

She glanced up at him. “But, I wanted to help and since I find myself with a free period, I decided to assist you.”

He fixed her with a cold glare. “You cannot take it upon yourself to assume I would appreciate it.”

“I don’t,” she replied. “In fact, I’m certain you don’t appreciate my gesture. In a few moments, you’ll probably throw me out for being an insufferable know-it-all. You’ll expect me to get upset and leave in tears. But, such trivial things no longer upset me. I know what I am. I am an insufferable know-it-all. I am also the brightest witch of my age and the top student in this school. Furthermore, I am an adult. I am a woman. And, begging your pardon for sounding a bit conceded, I am pretty, maybe even beautiful. More importantly, Professor Snape, I find myself undeniably attracted to a man twenty years my senior and I’m not afraid to admit if, even though he is standing in this room.”

She did not know who was more thunder-struck by her confession. She did her best not to show her own shock and embarrassment. Had the situation been any less serious, she probably would have found the expression on his face rather comical.

True to her prediction, he ordered her to leave. She willingly obeyed, satisfied and relieved.

(II) (II)

She did not expect anything to come out of her little speech. In fact, she nervously anticipated how he would treat her the next time they saw one another. Therefore, she was incredibly surprised and confused when an owl delivered her a message later that night. She accepted the envelope and gave the tawny owl a treat.

She immediately recognized the professor’s tidy handwriting that spelled out her name. Shear curiousity brought her fingers to break the seal. The message was simple: “Meet me in my office at 10 o’clock. Come alone. Severus Snape.”

She glanced at the clock and saw she had two hours until her meeting. As she rose from the couch to pack up her books, another owl came to her.

This one, while it bore bore her name, had no signature upon it. It, too, was in the professor’s handwriting. It was short and to the point. “If you are feeling like a Gryffindor, bring a change of clothes.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Did he mean…

Suddenly, her heart began to pound in her chest. He wanted her to come to his office… with a change of clothes.

She tried desperately to think of far more innocent reasons for his request. Perhaps he needed help with something? Maybe he wished to take her out?

She grabbed her quill and wrote on the parchment: “What should I bring?”

She tied the parchment back onto the owl’s leg and sent it away. It returned ten minutes later with the reply: “Whatever you wish. Preferably something… nice. Nothing baggy or loose.”

Her mind was reeling. She could hardly fathom what his intentions were. She knew she should be scared. She was nervous, but at the same time… intrigued.

She packed up her things, careful to burn the letter so no one would see them. Without a word to anyone, she went up to her room to shower and change.

For the first time in her life, Hermione was glad someone had gag-gifted her with sexy undergarments. It wasn’t a thong, but the bikini style panties had stringed hips and were made of lace. Looking in the mirror, she transfigured both the panties and matching bra into an emerald green colour. She dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and pink baby tee. She spritzed herself lightly with her jasmine scented body spray and brushed her hair.

For a change of clothes, she selected a white V-neck halter top and green flair skirt. Though she wore Mary Janes, she added a pair of white heeled sandals to the change of clothes.

“Where are you going?” Parvarti asked as Hermione zipped up her bag.

The burnette glanced over at her exoctic friend. “I’m going out,” she said, vaguely.

“Out? You can’t leave the grounds…”

“Who said anything about leaving the grounds?” Hermione interrupted. “What I do is none of your concern. I do not pry into your life so I would appreciate it if you showed the same respect.”

It wasn’t Hermione’s intention to be rude, but she had thirty minutes to get to the dungeons. She hated being late for anything.

Entering the Common Room, she easily spotted Harry and approached him. “Can I borrow your map?” she asked. She knew the map would tell him where she was and Harry was the last person she wanted to be caught by.

He looked at her curiously. “Why?”

She quickly thought up an answer. “There’s this really nice restraunt in Hogsmeade I want to go to. Don’t tell Ron, but I’m supposed to meet Viktor there,” she whispered her lie.

Harry regarded her for a moment and she almost thought he didn’t believe her. To her relief, he bought the lie and took the map out of his pocket. As he handed it to her, he said, “The one-eyed witch will take you straight into Honeydukes.”

She nodded and left the dorm. Pointing her wand to the map, she said the words, “I solumnly swear I am up to no good,” and watched as it opened up for her.

She was able to manuever the corridors easily enough. Thankfully, she came into contact with no one. Since the map was immune to Invisibility Cloaks and Disillusionment Charms, she knew no one was following her.

She had no way of knowing what Snape’s plans were.To make matters worse, she feared she might have come on too strongly. Although she did not believe Snape would ever be forceful towards a female, especially a student, she found she really knew nothing about him. At least, nothing personal.

As she approached his office, she whispered, “Mischief Managed.” She folded the map and stowed it away in her robes. With a shaky hand, she knocked on the door.

“Enter,” commanded the voice on the other side.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. With a surge of confidence that she didn’t really feel, she opened the door and entered Seveus Snape’s office.

He glanced up casually from his paperwork and flashed her a half smirk. “Well, well, well, Miss Granger,” he greeted smoothly. “I almost expected you to ignore the invitation.”

She stopped herself from grimacing as she replied, “Yes, well, I must admit I was surprised by the letter.”

“And I was surprised by your admission,” he retorted, placing his quill in its holder and standing up.

Hermione took a step back, though she closed the door. She took a deep breath to steady her rapidly beating heart. “It’s something I’ve been dealing with for a few years now. I mean, it’s normal for a girl to have a crush on a teacher. A-at least, that’s… what I’ve h-heard…”

His approach was slow and measured, much like a lion stalking its prey. Hermione found herself at a loss for words. Her heartbeat quickened even further and she suddenly wished she hadn’t closed the door.

He came at a stop before her and raised a single eyebrow. “And now, Miss Granger?” he questioned, his voice as silky as satin.

She could hear her own heart beating like a drum in her ears and wondered if he could hear it as well. “I… I… uh…” she attempted, but found her voice and thoughts were completely gone as his breath washed over her lips.

She glanced up nto his dark eyes and was mesmerized. When he lightly touched her jaw, she gave a small gasp, her heart fluttering in excitement and her lips parting slightly.

He took her parted lips as an invitation and dipped his head further down to brush his lips against hers. Her eyes widened a bit before they closed. She gave a soft groan as she returned the tender kiss and stepped closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest as he deepened the kiss.

One of his hands, the one that had been on her jaw, moved into her hair as his other hand circled her small waist. He pulled her even closer to him, pressing his hardened body into her much softer one.

She opened her mouth further to grant him full access. He took advantage of her offer and proceeded to explore the inside of her mouth. She found she liked the way he tasted, a delectable mixture of firewhiskey and chocolate.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she froze. Startled, she broke the kiss and stared at him in surprise. His own eyes were filled with lust. “What is it?” he asked, hoarsely.

“Your… wand was pressing…” she stammered, “into my stomach.”

He gave her an amused smile as he touched his nose to hers. “That wasn’t my wand,” he whispered as he proceeded to kiss her again.

Although she returned his kiss, she trembled. He pressed himself more firmly into her and wrapped his arms around her, preventing her from moving out of his embrace.

He broke the kiss and looked into her honey eyes. “You’ve never been with a man before, have you, Miss Granger?” he inquired.

She shook her head nervously. “I’m not even certain this is entirely appropriate,” she answered. “You are my teacher…”

“And you are a woman. An adult, as you so readily pointed out earlier today,” he interrupted. “Such a thing may be frowned upon, but it is not unheard of nor is it against school policy. As long as you are of age and this does not interfere with your school work or my own, no one can really say anything. What goes on behind closed doors is no ones business. We are not the first teacher and student to share a kiss or to learn of one another’s intentions.”

“And what are… your intentions, Professor?” she asked, her voice breaking in her nervousness.

He brushed a lock of hair out of her face. “Well, that all depends, Miss Granger,” he answered, evasively. “I thought we’d go out tonight and see where the evening takes us.”

She realized her hands were still on his chest. She let them slide along his arms and gently pushed his arms away. Stepping out of his embrace, she moved further in the office. She had longed to be in this office under friendly terms. There were so many interesting things within that she dearly wanted to see. There were books she wanted to read and bottles filled with potions that she longed to study.

But, that wasn’t her focus for this evening. She stared at the large globe that stood next to his desk. “I’ve never been with a man before,” she told him. “I’ve never even been with a boy. While I am an apt pupil, I’m not certain I’m quite prepared to learn how far this evening could go.”

“I would never pressure you into anything, Miss Granger,” he assured her. “Regardless of what others might think of me, I am a gentleman. Not to mention, I do carry an interest in you that would require more than a simple one-night stand.”

“Mutual interest?” she inquired, turning to look at him.

Snape inclined his head. He walked to a table which held glasses and a decanter that Hermione could only guess was filled with firewhiskey. She watched as he poured himself a drink. “Would you care for a drink, Miss Granger?” he offered.

“I’m not a big drinker, but I suppose one couldn’t hurt. Yes, please,” she replied, stepping closer to him.

He handed her a glass and poured some of the amber liquid into it. He placed the decanter back onto the table and took a sip of his drink. “I do not make it a habit to pursue students, Miss Granger,” he confided, a grimace on his face. “Actually, I’ve seen previous professors do such and was quite disgusted by it. However, I find myself intrigued by you. It is no secret that you are highly intelligent. Indeed, aside from your barely controllable mouth, you carry many qualities that I admire in both a woman and a witch. You are an enigma.”

Hermione smiled. She took a sip of her own drink and had to stop herself from coughing. She straightened her throat and tried again. “Th…” she coughed. She straightened her throat one more time and wiped a tear from her eye. She tried again, “Thank you, Professor. I know you do not give compliments often and I appreciate that you are able to grant me such curtesy.”

“I only speak the truth,” he said, returning her smile. His eyes glistened in amusement. “Perhaps firewhiskey is too strong for you.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect it to burn,” she answered, wiping a tear from her eye.

He placed his drink onto the table and took a step towards her. He took her drink from her and placed it next to his. Slipping his hands around her waist, he pulled her close.

“I see you brought a change of clothes,” he observed indicating the bag she had dropped by the door. “What did you bring?”

For some reason, she liked the way it felt to be in his arms. She slipped her own hands around his waist and rested her head on his chest. His heart beat soft, like a gently lullaby. She closed her eyes and breathed in his rich scent of potions and smoke as she answered, “A blouse and skirt.”

He did not respond, just held her. She felt him move his hand a bit and then she heard soft classical music. She smiled against his chest. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and began to slowly sway.

Any other girl most likely would have been appalled. Not only was Snape her teacher, he was also many years older than she. But, none of that matter to Hermione. In fact, it never even registered as something she should really concern herself with. She was living out her crush for one night.

She had longed for this night for quite a while. Many times she had found herself daydreaming in class about him. Dancing, kissing, and many other things. Sure, she hadn’t wanted to admit it. Indeed, such a thing was inappropriate. Not anymore.

If the war had taught her anything, it had taught her the importance of living each moment as though it were your last. Cherish everything and hold no regrets. Embrace your feelings and make sure those around you know how much you care about them.

At first, she had thought it was a passing fancy. All girls had crushes for their teachers. But, as time wore on, her interest in Snape had only deepened. She knew Harry’s feelings towards the Potions Master. But, frankly, she didn’t care. If anything, it only heightened her curiousity.

She breathed him in deeply. She could smell a hint of parchment and leather and it made her smile. She could also smell… him. Every person had a particular smell to them that was unique. Breathing him in, she memorized his smell.

“You smell so good,” she whispered as she took another deep breath.

His chest rumbled and she was pleased to hear him chuckle. Now, that was a new experience for her, and one that she very much enjoyed! Severus Snape was laughing! “I do, huh?” he asked. He kissed the top of her head and pulled back slightly to look down at her. “Why don’t you go ahead and change. There’s some place I would like to take you.”

She looked at him curiously before stepping out of his embrace. She went to her pack and picked it up. Then, a thought crossed her mind and she turned to him again. “Where do I change?”

A flicker of a challenge glinted his eyes as he held out his hands. “What’s wrong with here?” he questioned.

Her eyes widened in surprise as he laughed. “I jest, Miss Granger. There’s a…”

“No, here’s fine,” she interrupted, placing her bag on a chair and pulling her shoes off. She found satisfaction in the bemused look on his face.

She slowly began to undress in front of him. Throwing him a smile, she pulled off her top and almost chuckled when she heard him gasp. She threw him another coy smile as she began to undo her jeans. Her undergarments did little to hide her personal area and she knew this. Though she kept from giving him direct eye contact, she knew he was enjoying the “show.”

She carefully folded her discarded clothes and placed them into her bag as she drew out her skirt and halter. She slipped into the clean clothes and then slipped on the sandals. She did not look at him until she was finished buckling the sandals to her ankles.

“What do you think, Professor?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “I think you are determined to test my patience, Miss Granger,” he said, huskily. “Do you make it a habit to dress in front of men?”

She shook her head. “I only did so for your benefit. After all, you were the one who suggested I change here,” she pointed out.

His eyes narrowed. “And I told you I was jesting. I shall warn you now, Miss Granger, if you proceed to entice me, I will not hesitate. I am trying to be a gentleman with you. To go slowly and give you time to adjust. I cannot be held accountable for my actions if you continue doing as you’ve just done,” he warned.

She cast her eyes down and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Thank you, Professor, for treating me with respect and dignity,” she whispered, though loud enough for him to hear.

He approached her and touched her jaw with his fingertips. He tilted her head back so they could make eye contact. “Perhaps I should make my intentions more clear concerning you. I would like to actually build a relationship. We could get to know one another on a more personal level and see where it leads us. Make no mistake, you are a very attractive young woman with a beautiful body. You also have brains and a yearning to learn that rivals how I was at your age.”

She sniffed, “You make yourself sound old.”

He gave her a tight-lipped smile. “I’m not exactly young, Miss Granger,” he countered.

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him. “Apparently you’ve forgotten how long wizards actually live. If my calculations are correct, and I assure you they are hardly ever wrong, you are still quite young, Severus. You…”

She clapped a hand over her mouth as she whirled to face him. They stared at one another wide-eyed for a long moment. After an intense silence, he inclined his head slightly. “Actually,” he told her, “you’re quite correct. Not only about my age, but my name as well. Though I do not recall giving you permission to use my given name, it seems entirely appropriate. There’s no point in calling me ‘Professor’ when we’ve already shared two kisses. Nor can I demand it of you after that incredible display mere moments ago. Besides, when we put into account our intentions, it seems even probable. After all, I do intend to discover more about the girl who hides behind her books.”

She nodded sheepishly as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “You may call me Hermione,” she offered, feeling slightly embarrassed. She hadn’t really meant to call him by his given name. She didn’t even know where it had come from.

He held his hand out to her. “Come now, Miss… I’m sorry, Hermione,” he said, his voice threading through her name like fine silk. “We have already wasted precious time as it is.”

She nodded as she took his hand and they walked to the fireplace. “Floo to Grimmauld Place and we’ll Apparate from there,” he told her.

With a mixture of excitement and relief, she obeyed.

(III) (III)

It was nearly three in the morning when they returnd to Snape’s office. Hermione laughed loudly as she placed her hand on his chest. “Did you see that juggler?” she giggled.

He smiled. “I believe I would have had it not been for that gypsy,” he answered. “She tried to make off with my purse twice. One would think she’d learn the first time…”

She giggled some more. “I saw that. She was quite determined until she saw your wand.”

“’Black Devil,’ I believe she called me,” he mused, shaking his head.

She laughed even more as he pulled her into an embrace. “I had a wonderful time tonight, Severus,” she told him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Hermione,” he corrected. “It has been quite a few years since I’ve been in the presence of someone so beautiful whom did not look at me in disgust.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I honestly don’t see why they would,” she commented. “You are quite dashing and charming. A perfect definition of what a Slytherin should be.”

He inclined his head. “Thank you.”

She smiled as she gazed up into his dark eyes. “I suppose I should go. I just wish… this night wouldn’t end.”

There was a twinkle in his eyes as he responded, “It doesn’t have to. You could always retire with me to my chambers for a nightcap.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Or may be it was her desire to be with him. Or, it could have been the desparate need to be with someone who was more her equal than any one of her classmates. Whatever the reason, she found herself agreeing to his purposal. With a giggle, she inquired, “Do you intend to show me your snake, Severus Snape?”

He had never heard such a bluntly crass statement from her and was a bit taken aback. However, he decided to indulge her. “Only if you wish to see it, my dear. We are two consenting adults, after all.”

She nodded as he led her into his private chambers. She immediate plopped into a large green couch as he disrobed. A smirk crossed her lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable with a guy before,” she commented. “I’m usually shy. I like to hide behind my books and thick hair.” She snorted, “I can’t stand my hair. But, it’s good for hiding when I’m not feeling particularly pretty. Or when I do not wish to converse with my peers.”

He nodded. “I am not surprised,” he replied. “Most people with an intellectual mind find it difficult to converse or socialize with others. It’s not just shyness, but an inability to bring oneself down to the same level as those around you. It is one of the many reasons why I’ve remained friends with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy for so long. Despite their prejudices, they are highly intelligent individuals. You’ll also find me oftentimes in the company of Professor Dumbledore or Flitwick for much of the same reason.”

“And McGonagall?” she found herself asking as she unbuckled her sandals and placed them next to the couch.

He smiled. “McGonagall and I often debate and even argue over many things. From the outside, it would seem we were bitter enemies. Quite contrary, we hold each other in the highest of respect. We jest with one another and enjoy intellectual sparing,” he explained finding himself equally comfortable with the girl.

She allowed herself to get more comfortable, tucking her legs under her. “It’s good to know the two of you get along,” she said, stiffling a yawn. “I really had a nice evening. Perhaps we could do it again some time?”

Severus nodded as he fixed them drinks. Picking up the two glasses, he turned to walk towards her and then stopped. He gazed at her sleeping form and smiled. Putting the drinks back down, he approached her. She wasn’t light, but she wasn’t really heavy either. He carried her to the bed, and careful not to wake her, he tucked her under the covers.

He returned to the small table where he had set the drinks down and drank from his own glass. After he had downed the amber liquid, he returned to his bedroom. He undressed down to his boxer-briefs and joined her in the bed. Sleep found him with relative ease as he draped an arm over her small body.

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Author's Note: I don't know why, but I'm not sure I'm happy with this story. Which is why I'm debating on continuing it. I mean, it seems a bit fluffy. Overly fluffy actually. I guess it's "okay" for a first time Snape/Hermione, but I thought I had a better grasp at Snape's personality than that... Hmmm... I don't know. In all honesty, this was just something I was dabbling with at work. I wasn't even really thinking, just writing. One of those "what if" moments.