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The Rush Justifies The Risk
The Rush Justifies The Risk
Author: SinnamonQueen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Hermione
Summary: After Hermione becomes bored and dissatisfied with her life, she begins to take risks. She gets a huge rush messing with a certain Potions Master. But what will he do when he catches her? Not HBP and DH compatible.
Hello everyone! This is my first SS/HG Fanfiction, and I’m going to try to keep them as true as possible to their characters, but still warp them enough to give you the hottest smut I can! Enjoy the action, my readers!
~~~
Hermione sat in the library, tapping her quill against the table. She was supposed to be working on a paper for Professor Snape’s class, but she just couldn’t concentrate at the moment. Normally, she would have had this paper done within a day or two of it being assigned, and certainly not have been working on it the day before it was due. But for some reason or other, she just hadn’t been able to work on anything in the last few days.
It was September of her sixth year at Hogwarts. Her birthday was three days away, but she just had no enthusiasm left in her about anything. To tell the truth, Hermione was…well…bored. Her life was about school and her two friends. Other than that, she didn’t really have anything for herself. Harry and Ron had Quidditch to keep them busy and pleased. The only thing she had for herself was S.P.E.W., and even that was losing the appeal it once had.
Shaking her head of these thoughts, she stood up and walked back towards the common room. There was no way she was going to make any progress on Snape’s essay. Perhaps she could work on it in the morning –
SMACK!
She fell down to the ground, her things scattering everywhere.
“Well, well, well, we should watch where we’re going, shouldn’t we, Miss Granger?” a voice said.
She looked up and saw Professor Dumbledore smiling down at her.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” she said contritely as he helped her up.
“Quite understandable that you may feel a bit sleepy, after all the work you do,” he told her, but then looked at the Potions essay, or lack of it. Snape had assigned them three feet of parchment, and her essay was barely an inch and a half. “Or perhaps it is not from the stress of schoolwork, if the due date is any indication.”
Hermione sighed. “I know, sir. I just – I just haven’t been feeling like myself lately,” she confided in the headmaster.
“I find that when I feel like I’m not my usual self, it helps to do the things that make me feel better,” Dumbledore replied wisely. “Perhaps it would be best to get away from so much studying. Tell me, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Reading,” she answered, but that didn’t sound appealing in the least. “And sometimes I make hats and blankets for the house-”
She shut up quickly, in case the headmaster got angry about her leaving clothes for the house elves.
The headmaster smiled knowingly at her, but did not mention her slip. Instead, he opted to advise her. “Then perhaps it is time for you to find an exciting hobby, such as Quidditch or even shopping or something besides school work.”
“You’re probably right,” she concurred. “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”
She turned back to the library.
“Why are you going back in there?” Dumbledore asked her,
“To research different ways to relax,” she answered.
Dumbledore shook his head, feeling that she’d missed the point.
~~~
Professor Snape was angrily pacing around his office, having a fit about the homework his first class of the day had turned in. Honestly, he knew that Gryffindors did not like him. The feeling was definitely mutual. But that was no excuse that all but one of the so-called noble house should hand in failing papers. They weren’t all stupid, for Merlin’s sake. Most of them did well in their other classes, but for some reason, they were all close to failing his class for the year. He knew something had to be done about this, but what could he possibly do? Trying to teach them was like beating a merman in a swimming match.
And, of course, the one person who did manage to get a passing grade on this particular essay was the one person he’d have liked to see fail, if only to see the look on her face. It would have been so funny to watch that know-it-all Hermione Granger break down as he knew she would if her grades were in danger. She was the bane of his teaching existence. Her constant interruptions and speaking out of turn in his class was positively infuriating, but sadly it was not a serious enough offense for him to do any more than dock five or so points off of her blasted house.
The worst thing of it all was that he knew she was not the innocent perfect little student that McGonagall bragged about. He suspected that her, her weasel boyfriend, and The-Boy-That-Unfortunately-Lived of quite a few serious crimes. Severus was absolutely sure that they had stolen potions ingredients from his private stores at least twice. He was positive that they had somehow assisted in Sirius Black’s escape. But did that twinkling old fool Dumbledore believe him? He knew better than to ask at this point. It wasn’t as if Dumbledore wasn’t smart enough to figure it out, but those three were able to get away with anything. Potter got special treatment for his tragic little story, Granger for her perfect grades and supposedly being a model student, and Weasley by his association with those two.
It was sickening, really. Where was the fucking justice? At some point, those three were going to have to be punished severely for their wrong-doing, or it would just escalate. Oh, how wished that he had the opportunity to get one of them for something serious! Something that they were caught red-handed in and was serious enough to hand out some real discipline. Nothing could be more beneficial for the three of them.
Well, those three were the biggest rule-breakers in the school, as far as he was concerned. They had ignored the rules and the law on several occasions. Eventually, he knew that he would get his chance. It was only a matter of time before at least one of those three screwed up badly enough for him to get the last laugh.
Knowing that it was not going to be right now, he would have to find another way to alleviate his anger.
Smirking, he headed out his office, his black robes billowing behind him.
~~~
Hermione lost track of time in the library, looking through a book about popular wizarding hobbies. Some of the ideas seemed rather pointless, like collecting those stupid Chocolate Frog cards or chasing nifflers. Who cares?
‘Who would anyone bother doing something so…meaningless?’ She thought angrily.
Other ideas in the book seemed quite dangerous. Chapter five, entitled ‘Sports and Such,’ suggested catching bludgers without getting knocked off of your broom, raising dragons – ‘Hagrid’s thing, not mine!’ -, and even a drug craze called Blending, which consisted of getting high by mixing random potion ingredients and sniffing the fumes.
None of the ideas sounded remotely appealing. Yes, she wanted a new hobby, but she wanted something exciting. Wizard Chess and Gobstones were just ordinary things that everyone did, and she found rather boring. She wasn’t athletic enough for Quidditch. And certainly she had no interest in getting herself killed with these extreme magical activities. She needed to find something in the middle. Something that gave her the rush she craved, but not so dangerous that she got herself killed doing it.
“Miss Granger!” a voice called.
She turned around suddenly and shrieked, “Professor McGonagall! You scared me!”
“What are you still doing here?” she asked Hermione.
“Just doing a bit of side research,” she answered.
“Yes, well, that can wait until tomorrow,” McGonagall told her. “Right now, you must return to Gryffindor Tower. It is five minutes until your curfew.”
“W-what?!” she exclaimed. “Oh no!”
She ran back towards the common room. How could she have lost track of time like that?! It was going to be close!
When the portrait of the Fat Lady came into view, she sighed in relief at making it.
Or so she thought.
Professor Snape was standing outside of the common room.
“Miss Granger,” he said in an uncharacteristically cheerful voice. “You are out after hours.”
She looked down at her watch. “Professor, it’s only fifteen seconds-”
“But that’s fifteen seconds when you no longer have permission to be outside of your common room,” he told her. “And clearly, you are outside.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Oh believe me, this is as fair as it gets,” he replied. “I conform strictly to school rules.”
“Not with your bloody Slytherins!”
Severus smirked unpleasantly. “Your pointless attempts to avoid your rightful punishment are duly noted. Fifty points from Gryffindor for your after hours wandering. Don’t cut it so close next time, Miss Granger.”
With that, he swept off towards the dungeons, smirking evilly.
~~~
Hermione stormed back into the tower, beyond furious. He was accusing her of being unfair, but he always favored his own bloody house and tried to screw hers over! It was so unfair! And Dumbledore kept letting him get away with it for all of these years! God, someone needed to teach him a lesson about reaping what you sow.
Harry and Ron were sitting by the fire playing wizard chess, but she was in no mood to deal with either of them. She pretended not to hear them as she stormed up the stairs. She loved her boyfriend and best friend to death, but they would only make things worse right now by being tactless.
And besides, they would probably be hypocritical and try to stop her from planning on how to get that greasy fucking dungeon gremlin back. Certainly they would do the same thing in her place, but they wouldn’t want her to do it, or they at least would try to join in. But for once, this wasn’t about them; this was about her. And she would be damned before she let those two interfere.
She was getting the rush she had craved for just thinking about it.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.
There was no way she should even be considering what was starting to creep into her mind. She was bored, right? This was the sort of rush she craved, but she wanted more. Acting on her anger would logically bring more. And she did say that Snape deserved what he got. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone…
She couldn’t make herself for get about it. She knew that she had her answer. Hermione was going to have to pay Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes a visit and pick up the necessary tools for her job. Until then, she would have to get inventive with what she had to work with.
Hermione Granger’s mind was set now. She had resolved to see where this was going. To alleviate her boredom, and to correct a serious injustice, she would devote all of the time not committed to class and studying to one thing and one thing only.
Making Severus Snape as miserable as she possibly could.
Author: SinnamonQueen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Hermione
Summary: After Hermione becomes bored and dissatisfied with her life, she begins to take risks. She gets a huge rush messing with a certain Potions Master. But what will he do when he catches her? Not HBP and DH compatible.
Hello everyone! This is my first SS/HG Fanfiction, and I’m going to try to keep them as true as possible to their characters, but still warp them enough to give you the hottest smut I can! Enjoy the action, my readers!
~~~
Hermione sat in the library, tapping her quill against the table. She was supposed to be working on a paper for Professor Snape’s class, but she just couldn’t concentrate at the moment. Normally, she would have had this paper done within a day or two of it being assigned, and certainly not have been working on it the day before it was due. But for some reason or other, she just hadn’t been able to work on anything in the last few days.
It was September of her sixth year at Hogwarts. Her birthday was three days away, but she just had no enthusiasm left in her about anything. To tell the truth, Hermione was…well…bored. Her life was about school and her two friends. Other than that, she didn’t really have anything for herself. Harry and Ron had Quidditch to keep them busy and pleased. The only thing she had for herself was S.P.E.W., and even that was losing the appeal it once had.
Shaking her head of these thoughts, she stood up and walked back towards the common room. There was no way she was going to make any progress on Snape’s essay. Perhaps she could work on it in the morning –
SMACK!
She fell down to the ground, her things scattering everywhere.
“Well, well, well, we should watch where we’re going, shouldn’t we, Miss Granger?” a voice said.
She looked up and saw Professor Dumbledore smiling down at her.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” she said contritely as he helped her up.
“Quite understandable that you may feel a bit sleepy, after all the work you do,” he told her, but then looked at the Potions essay, or lack of it. Snape had assigned them three feet of parchment, and her essay was barely an inch and a half. “Or perhaps it is not from the stress of schoolwork, if the due date is any indication.”
Hermione sighed. “I know, sir. I just – I just haven’t been feeling like myself lately,” she confided in the headmaster.
“I find that when I feel like I’m not my usual self, it helps to do the things that make me feel better,” Dumbledore replied wisely. “Perhaps it would be best to get away from so much studying. Tell me, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Reading,” she answered, but that didn’t sound appealing in the least. “And sometimes I make hats and blankets for the house-”
She shut up quickly, in case the headmaster got angry about her leaving clothes for the house elves.
The headmaster smiled knowingly at her, but did not mention her slip. Instead, he opted to advise her. “Then perhaps it is time for you to find an exciting hobby, such as Quidditch or even shopping or something besides school work.”
“You’re probably right,” she concurred. “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”
She turned back to the library.
“Why are you going back in there?” Dumbledore asked her,
“To research different ways to relax,” she answered.
Dumbledore shook his head, feeling that she’d missed the point.
~~~
Professor Snape was angrily pacing around his office, having a fit about the homework his first class of the day had turned in. Honestly, he knew that Gryffindors did not like him. The feeling was definitely mutual. But that was no excuse that all but one of the so-called noble house should hand in failing papers. They weren’t all stupid, for Merlin’s sake. Most of them did well in their other classes, but for some reason, they were all close to failing his class for the year. He knew something had to be done about this, but what could he possibly do? Trying to teach them was like beating a merman in a swimming match.
And, of course, the one person who did manage to get a passing grade on this particular essay was the one person he’d have liked to see fail, if only to see the look on her face. It would have been so funny to watch that know-it-all Hermione Granger break down as he knew she would if her grades were in danger. She was the bane of his teaching existence. Her constant interruptions and speaking out of turn in his class was positively infuriating, but sadly it was not a serious enough offense for him to do any more than dock five or so points off of her blasted house.
The worst thing of it all was that he knew she was not the innocent perfect little student that McGonagall bragged about. He suspected that her, her weasel boyfriend, and The-Boy-That-Unfortunately-Lived of quite a few serious crimes. Severus was absolutely sure that they had stolen potions ingredients from his private stores at least twice. He was positive that they had somehow assisted in Sirius Black’s escape. But did that twinkling old fool Dumbledore believe him? He knew better than to ask at this point. It wasn’t as if Dumbledore wasn’t smart enough to figure it out, but those three were able to get away with anything. Potter got special treatment for his tragic little story, Granger for her perfect grades and supposedly being a model student, and Weasley by his association with those two.
It was sickening, really. Where was the fucking justice? At some point, those three were going to have to be punished severely for their wrong-doing, or it would just escalate. Oh, how wished that he had the opportunity to get one of them for something serious! Something that they were caught red-handed in and was serious enough to hand out some real discipline. Nothing could be more beneficial for the three of them.
Well, those three were the biggest rule-breakers in the school, as far as he was concerned. They had ignored the rules and the law on several occasions. Eventually, he knew that he would get his chance. It was only a matter of time before at least one of those three screwed up badly enough for him to get the last laugh.
Knowing that it was not going to be right now, he would have to find another way to alleviate his anger.
Smirking, he headed out his office, his black robes billowing behind him.
~~~
Hermione lost track of time in the library, looking through a book about popular wizarding hobbies. Some of the ideas seemed rather pointless, like collecting those stupid Chocolate Frog cards or chasing nifflers. Who cares?
‘Who would anyone bother doing something so…meaningless?’ She thought angrily.
Other ideas in the book seemed quite dangerous. Chapter five, entitled ‘Sports and Such,’ suggested catching bludgers without getting knocked off of your broom, raising dragons – ‘Hagrid’s thing, not mine!’ -, and even a drug craze called Blending, which consisted of getting high by mixing random potion ingredients and sniffing the fumes.
None of the ideas sounded remotely appealing. Yes, she wanted a new hobby, but she wanted something exciting. Wizard Chess and Gobstones were just ordinary things that everyone did, and she found rather boring. She wasn’t athletic enough for Quidditch. And certainly she had no interest in getting herself killed with these extreme magical activities. She needed to find something in the middle. Something that gave her the rush she craved, but not so dangerous that she got herself killed doing it.
“Miss Granger!” a voice called.
She turned around suddenly and shrieked, “Professor McGonagall! You scared me!”
“What are you still doing here?” she asked Hermione.
“Just doing a bit of side research,” she answered.
“Yes, well, that can wait until tomorrow,” McGonagall told her. “Right now, you must return to Gryffindor Tower. It is five minutes until your curfew.”
“W-what?!” she exclaimed. “Oh no!”
She ran back towards the common room. How could she have lost track of time like that?! It was going to be close!
When the portrait of the Fat Lady came into view, she sighed in relief at making it.
Or so she thought.
Professor Snape was standing outside of the common room.
“Miss Granger,” he said in an uncharacteristically cheerful voice. “You are out after hours.”
She looked down at her watch. “Professor, it’s only fifteen seconds-”
“But that’s fifteen seconds when you no longer have permission to be outside of your common room,” he told her. “And clearly, you are outside.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Oh believe me, this is as fair as it gets,” he replied. “I conform strictly to school rules.”
“Not with your bloody Slytherins!”
Severus smirked unpleasantly. “Your pointless attempts to avoid your rightful punishment are duly noted. Fifty points from Gryffindor for your after hours wandering. Don’t cut it so close next time, Miss Granger.”
With that, he swept off towards the dungeons, smirking evilly.
~~~
Hermione stormed back into the tower, beyond furious. He was accusing her of being unfair, but he always favored his own bloody house and tried to screw hers over! It was so unfair! And Dumbledore kept letting him get away with it for all of these years! God, someone needed to teach him a lesson about reaping what you sow.
Harry and Ron were sitting by the fire playing wizard chess, but she was in no mood to deal with either of them. She pretended not to hear them as she stormed up the stairs. She loved her boyfriend and best friend to death, but they would only make things worse right now by being tactless.
And besides, they would probably be hypocritical and try to stop her from planning on how to get that greasy fucking dungeon gremlin back. Certainly they would do the same thing in her place, but they wouldn’t want her to do it, or they at least would try to join in. But for once, this wasn’t about them; this was about her. And she would be damned before she let those two interfere.
She was getting the rush she had craved for just thinking about it.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.
There was no way she should even be considering what was starting to creep into her mind. She was bored, right? This was the sort of rush she craved, but she wanted more. Acting on her anger would logically bring more. And she did say that Snape deserved what he got. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone…
She couldn’t make herself for get about it. She knew that she had her answer. Hermione was going to have to pay Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes a visit and pick up the necessary tools for her job. Until then, she would have to get inventive with what she had to work with.
Hermione Granger’s mind was set now. She had resolved to see where this was going. To alleviate her boredom, and to correct a serious injustice, she would devote all of the time not committed to class and studying to one thing and one thing only.
Making Severus Snape as miserable as she possibly could.