Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything, I'm just twisting it for my own demented pleasure. :)
The day was beautiful, the sun was out and the light breeze made this October afternoon almost perfect. The leaves were all kinds of yellows, browns, and reds. It was Friday, and all students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were taking advantage of the weather. Some where lazily talking under a tree. Some were reading or studying by the lake and others were at the field, playing a relaxing game of Quidditch. The best part about it was that cloaks were hardly needed, and if you felt chilled, a nice run around the grounds would instantly warm you up.
Some people, however, enjoyed the inside versus more outdoor activities. Some, liked the dank and darkness of the dungeons. Like Severus Snape.
He was working in his office, correcting papers, unaware of everything but his work. He always disliked his students. They were undaunted by the perils that surronded them. All they were aware of was there own, little lives. What grade they were getting, whether the rumurs about Laurie Metcalf were true, or whether Haden Lankston would be going to Hogsmeade with Becca Jenson.
At least they knew the answer to something. They all knew they failed his most recent test as he stared down at the corrected papers. F's were sprawled every, with the occasional 'D' and even more rare 'C'. But he wasn't looking at those anymore. He was only staring at the A that was on top of them all. That would be Hermoine Granger's 'A'. How he loathed to give it to her, but that silly know-it-all deserved it, and it would be unethical to deduct points just because he disliked the irritating girl. He snorted. What did he know about ethics?
After piling all the papers in one stack, he left his office to set-up Monday's labs. He would finish preparing next week's lessons so as to have the whole weekend to wallow in his own miserable life, or the lack there of, which is surprisingly the best part of his week. He couldn't fathom how he could get out of bed every morning to teach kids who didn't care if the potions he taught them could someday save someone's life. And he definetely didn't want to get up because at any moment the dark mark on his arm may apply a searing pain so as to call him to a meeting.
A knock came to the door and he grudgingly called for them to enter. Who ever decided to interupt his reverie of life decisions was going to get an ear full. He turned around to find her standing their.
The years had undoubtly been kind to Hermoine Granger. As she was now eighteen, she had almost filled out a full figure, complete with curves, high breasts, and shapely legs, though hidden in jeans today. Realizing what he was doing, he swung his head up to meet her gaze.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Hermoine stated.
Snape waltzed over to his desk. "Take a seat, Miss Granger."
She walked to the front of the room and sat in the nearest seat to her in the front row while Snape sat down behind his desk.
"I wanted to talk to you about your recent behaviour. I do know that being the bookworm that you are, that you are aware of the rules of this school, though perhaps disregard them at times, but rules on how you treat teachers and adults are not to be trifled with."
Hermoine didn't know what he was talking about and it showed on her face.
"I have noticed that you have been increasingly irritable and quick to retort, but I am here to tell you that I will not have it in my classroom. You are a student and should act in said way. Do you understand me?"
Hermoine nodded.
"I do hope this passes, I know how a female of your age acts at certain times, but that is no excuse to your manner towards me."
What? Hermoine was going to take his opinions about her mood and ignore it, but she just couldn't hold it any longer. He had some nerve talking to her about being rude. She stood up from her seat and took a few steps towards him.
"You think that I'm... PMSing?"
Snape looked uninterested and waved at her accordingly. "Or whatever you like to call it."
She raged with anger. "How outrageous! Of all the...sexist, chauvanistic...pigheaded..."
"I would watch what you say, Miss Granger." As he rose from his own seat and took a couple steps.
Hermoine pretended not to hear him. Actually, she really didn't care. "And you're one to talk to me about manners? Or have you not noticed your increasing irritability and cruel comments towards me, recently? Or is it that time of month for you, also?!"
"Listen to yourself. Use logic if you have any."
"What?! A man can't be emotional at times, too? How even more pompous of you!"
They were now nearly nose to nose and Hermoine could see the endless depths of his eyes, and he could see the fire in hers.
"My mannerisms are not under question here. I am your teacher and you are to treat me with the respect I deserve."
That didn't stop her one bit. She looked intently at him, her eyes narrowed and nose bristling with fury. Her voice was cold and quiet. "You have done nothing to deserve my respect."
Severus returned her steely gaze. "I have done more than you know."
She turned to sarcasm. "Oh, Professor, I never knew how much you cared. Well if you're looking for sympathy, it's between shit and syphillis in the dictionary!
"How...dare...you..."
"How dare I what?" Her steady voice, mockingly asked.
Tension had been building and billowing around them, and it was bending beyond the breaking point. As they appeared like they were going to come to blows, both Severus and Hermoine suddenly felt the world as they know it, slip away. For the first time, they saw something different in each other and the classroom along with everything else spinned around them. The only still figures were themselves.
Snape could feel her hot breath and he slowly dipped his head and closed the distance between them so that his lips touched hers, slightly.
His lips were soft, and tender against hers. She could taste his sweet breath and inhaled his intoxicating cologne. Their was no urgency in his kiss, either. It was like they were each testing the water before jumping in. And they did eventually jump. Correction: they dived.
He deepened the kiss and she threw her arms around him. He pushed her against the desk behind them and she fell on top of it, Severus following her and finally laying above her, heated body to heated body.
He found her tongue and carassed it with his and her body with his hands. Actually, his hands were everywhere. Roaming over her face and hair, then down her neck and then pushing away her robes to trace delicate curves. His thumbs moved over her breasts and he carassed them through the fabric, but he couldn't go any lower in the position he was in so he continued his exploits of her upper body.
Her hands seemed to be going everywhere, also. With the ferverent kisses they were giving each other, she also put her hands in the mane of black hair, finding it soft and smooth like silk. She groped his back and shoulders to find taut muscles under his clothes. His upper arms were soft and she squeezed them to feel their muscles tense and relax at her fingertips.
Then as if the spell was released, he broke off the kiss and lifted her off the table. For a second they studied each others facial expressions, trying to make out any sign of understanding to what they were just doing, but couldn't see anything. All they could see was the lust in each other. As if a silent answer were made by each, they threw themselves at each other again.
This time she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his torso. He likewise put his arms around her waist so as to support her, and took her over to his desk, where he made all the papers on it fly off with the flick of his hand and sat her on top of it. With this position, he could easily touch every part of her and make sweet love with with their mouths at the same time.
Her hands moved all about his chest, under his robes and reaching his back. She didn't know what was drawing her to do this, but she was in an ectasy beyond all others. There was no removing clothes and hot, naked bodies to each other, but still they were one. Hands moving to corresponding body parts so as not to inhibit the other from touching a spot on the other one's body. And this second round of kisses brought new touches and feelings.
He had now reached her legs and was rubbing her thighs and rear with his callused hands from years of grinding and mixing potions. She had jeans on, but that didn't stop him from turning his attentions to the inside of her thighs and the juncture between her legs. She was warm and throbbing against his palm and he was relishing it. She then released a groan from inside her throat and he felt his head spin even more. He hadn't felt like this in a long time, so he felt his own body quickly react to hers and every body part became aware.
As if senses came back to both of them after several minutes of making out until they didn't know who they both were and stroking till every part of their anatomy had turned hypersensitive, he gracefully picked her up off the desk and let her slide down every inch of his body until she touched the floor. For what seemed like an eternity, they gazed into each others eyes. Breathing was heavy and they were gasping for breath.
Then he slowly, and reluctantly, staggard away from her. They finally looked away from each other and she apparently was adjusting her clothes to their proper spots while he was doing the same.
They still didn't look at each other when, apparently, Hermoine finally found her voice. "Well...I will be going now." And she made her way to leave.
"Remember to watch that tongue of yours, Miss Granger." But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he grimaced. They both knew what he meant, but after their little encounter, a mind could still find its way into the gutter.
She had stopped at his remark and turned towards him. Anger was still smoldering in her eyes, but lust was also still burning in their depths. "And you yours, Professor."
He didn't know if she meant one way or the other with that comment, but he didn't have time to ask before she left.
Severus was again alone in his domain, but it didn't seem like a sanctuary to him anymore. As he put his head in both hands then let them push his hair back from his face, he looked around the classroom and saw the mess he had made about it. And he saw the desk that he would for ever remember where they had shared a brief time, entangled in each others' arms. What had he done?
Outside, the October sky was still burning, and students were still enjoying the fall day. Whether it was chatting, walking, studying, reading, or playing, they were completely wrapped up in their own fun, totally unaware of the world around them, or of the world within, where, for a time, two people unbinded themselves from everything and fell into desire, and an unquenchable desire, at that.
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Snape shot up from this dream and stared around, seeing only darkness. Cold sweat was covering his body. Too hot for the covers, he threw them off and laid back down. As he wiped off the sweat from his face, he groaned. Not again.
Here's why I did this: I had fallen asleep listening to music one day and I had a dream about one of my teacher's in the same exact fashion as this story. Deciding to make good use of the experience, I listened to the song again and formulated this from my own dream. I ended it by making it Severus's dream because it seemed more of an omniscent thing as opposed to an actual event. Just Snape's mind finding another thing to torture him with, :)
If you want to have the full experience, it's best if you listen to the song, but you don't have to. The medley is Edge Hill, preformed by Groove Armada. I have it on the Tomb Raider Soundtrack, but there are many ways of getting it.
This is also a one chapter thing, but if any of you are interested, then, PLEASE! Review and tell me what you think. Thanks to my endless imagination, I bet I could come up with some really heated story. In fact, I'm thinking up one as we speak.