"Detention, Granger," said Snape.

"What? Why?" asked Hermione. She hadn't done anything wrong. Hermione was the perfect student in Potions. Her potion looked fine!

"For... talking out of turn," said Professor Snape, as if he was just trying to think of any reason to give her detention. Hermione had only said one word- "good"- to Ron. How could she get detention for that?

Harry and Ron, her best friends, rolled their eyes. Snape hated the three of them.

"He'll probably make me brew some obscure potion that no one will ever use," said Hermione. Harry and Ron laughed.

"Probably," they agreed.

The time of Hermione's detention soon came. As she approached the door to the Potions classroom, she heard pacing inside. It was as if Snape was only waiting for her to get started. Hermione cautiously opened the door. "Professor?" she called.

"Yes, Granger. Sit down," instructed Snape.

Hermione did as she was told. Snape magically bound her to the chair she was sitting in. Hermione struggled. But the greasy-haired professor came closer and closer to her face and finally planted his lips upon hers. Hermione wanted to hit him, but she couldn't. She could not move at all.

Snape kept his lips on hers. Soon, he appeared to have gotten bored with that and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Hermione tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Then Snape reached his hands forward and grabbed her shoulders. He roughly massaged her with his thumbs, which relaxed Hermione quite a bit. Was she beginning to like this? It seemed so.

After hours (hours that never even got boring), Snape broke apart for Hermione for good.

"More, Professor," Hermione begged.

"More tomorrow, Granger. Now you go to bed," answered Snape. "You are an excellent pastime."

Hermione smiled. "Detention tomorrow?" she asked on her way out.

"Detention tomorrow," replied Snape.