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Daydreams of Desire	By : ShilohDarke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19613 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Daydreams of Desire

The classroom was dark as she made her way to his desk. Her pulse raced as she drew closer. Just a few more steps and she�d be there. Never before had she dared to venture so close to his sacred space when he wasn�t there.

Reaching out her hand slowly, she tentatively ran her finger across the edge of the wood. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply; taking in the scent of him that lingered in the air. The fragrance made her tremble with desire. She felt incredibly naughty to be so close to his desk, and thinking about him in such a way.

What would he think if he knew? She wondered to herself. She smiled at the thought. He would be shocked and appalled. To find that the know it all bookworm harbored a secret desire to touch, taste and fondle her Potions professor. She couldn�t help that laugh that bubbled up from inside her.

Standing behind his chair, she pressed her breasts against the back and imagined it was his chest she was touching. A small moan escaped her as she closed her eyes, running her hands down the sides of the leather. Perhaps he would be flattered.

Sighing, she opened her eyes and stared out into the classroom that was lit only by the glow of the moon. Sadness filled her. Here, she was an adult for all intents and purposes, but unable to catch the eye of the only man she really wanted.

The war was over. They had won. Severus Snape, the man she had had watched die after being bitten by Nagini, had been saved in a mysterious way that none of them truly understood. When he had turned up alive, she had been so relieved she�d very nearly threw herself in his arms despite others being present to see.

She chuckled at the thought. What would they have thought? What would they have said? She answered herself easily. You know what they would have said. The same thing they had said when she announced she was going to go back to school for her final year instead of testing out as Harry and Ron had chosen to do. �Ewwwe, �Mione? Have you gone nutters?� She rolled her eyes at the memory.

Not only that, but Snape would have cast her aside in disgust. She knew it was the truth. He had no desire for her. She was fooling herself to imagine that he might.

As she made to pull away from the chair, her back made contact with a wall. Or it felt like a wall. Inhaling deeply, her senses were overwhelmed by the scent of myrrh. Her pulse sped up again. He was here. When? How? She had been so quiet? He had snuck in on her without as much as a sound?

�Miss Granger, I do assume there is a reason for you to be here at this hour?� The silkiness of his voice made chills run down her spine.

�Uhmm, sir, I forgot something earlier. I--I was just checking to see if it was still here?� Her voice gave away her nervousness. She felt disgusted at how easily her nervousness gave her away when she was in his presence.

When she made to pull away from him, his hands closed around her shoulders, holding her in place. �Really?� his soft voice asked in her ear. �I was under the impression that what you were looking for here had nothing to with something forgotten, but instead, perhaps it is something you have yet to attain?�

A look of confusion crossed her features and she opened her mouth to ask what he meant, only to release her pent up breath, when his arms slid around her waist, pulling her back tighter against him. While one arm held her to him, the other moved up and a hand caressed her breast, almost so lightly she wondered if she had imagined it.

The next words he spoke made her aware that she hadn�t imagined his touch. �My dear, you�ve grown into quite a beautiful young woman. Surely you would rather spend your time with a younger man who could fulfill your fantasies much better than I can.

Even as he spoke the words, his fingers at her breast, plucked at her nipple through the fabric of her jumper, making a husky moan escape her before she could quell it.

�Pr-Professor, I�I don�t want anyone but you.� She confessed in a whisper. �All I�ve ever wanted is you.�

He chuckled in her ear, even as his hand began working the buttons open to allow him access to her soft skin. �You may regret offering yourself to me in such a way, my dear.� He answered. �I rarely give things back once they�ve been freely offered.�

This was a dream! It had to be. A wonderful, beautiful, wild dream and she was hopelessly lost in it. Reaching back between their bodies, she forgot her inhibitions as she let herself touch him, rubbing the clothes over his hardened shaft gently with her open palm.

�I don�t want it back. I don�t want anything but what you alone can give.� She nearly winced at her words, but stopped herself, thinking, this is my dream. I can say anything I want in it.

He groaned, pulling her jumper from her body, leaving her exposed to the drafty air of the room. �Then you shall have it. I shall give you all of it.�

Turning, she looked up into his dark, fathomless eyes and gasped when he leant quickly down and captured her lips with his own. A kiss, like none she had ever known before shook her to the core. His lips were soft and when her mouth opened under his, their tongues met in a merging that seared her soul.

Reaching behind her, he pushed the chair out of the way before backing her up to the desk and lifting her up to sit on the edge of it. She had no knickers on beneath her skirt, so when he pushed the material up, he found nothing but her moist eager flesh awaiting him.

Pulling back to look down at her, he smiled and shook his head. �You naughty little vixen, you knew what you wanted when you came here, didn�t you?� He bowed his head, placing a tender kiss against the bare skin of her throat.

She moaned at his touch before whispering. �I knew what I wanted, but I didn�t dare dream of actually receiving it.�

He grasped her closer as he continued with his tongue, licking and tasting her skin as he went. �You taste delectable.� He whispered against her flesh.

Her breathing sped up when his hand filled with her breast and his lips moved to taste her. Crying out, she arched into his touch as his tongue laved her nipple. When he sucked the puckered flesh into his mouth, she wrapped her hands around his head, cradling him to her.

This was more than she had dared to hope for. She lost herself in his touch and it was nearly too much. She moaned and closed her eyes, relishing the moment.

She heard his voice calling her name. �Miss Granger,� Softly, then, �Miss Granger?� in a more insistent voice with did not sound nearly as affectionate as the first one had.

Then, suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder, shaking her out of her reverie.

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Suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder, shaking her none too gently. �Miss Granger! If you are quite finished with your daydreaming about the latest quidditch hero, would you so kindly please return your attention to the lesson at hand?�

Hermione�s eyes flew open, and she looked up to see the entire class staring at her in mild amusement. Instinctively, she nodded, �Forgive me, sir. I�m so sorry.� Grabbing her quill and parchment, she turned her attention to the notes on the board.

Embarrassment filled her and she fought back the tears that were stinging her eyes. She tried her hardest to block everything and everyone else out as she worked to catch up to where the lesson was now. Silently, she berated herself. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you let yourself do something so stupid in the middle of class?

For the remainder of the class time, she focused on the lesson, never letting her attention stray away from what was being taught. She just hoped that Snape would let the entire matter slide. It was humiliating enough that she had probably moaned out in class!

She felt her cheeks redden at the thought. Oh beloved Merlin, just let the earth open up right now and swallow her into its bowels!

As soon as the class was dismissed, she stood to gather her things, but was stopped by a soft, silky voice. �A word please, Miss Granger?�

She stood there, with her feet planted on the floor below her and took several deep breaths as she struggled to not become weak in the knees. She was terrified at what he might have to say.

Biting her bottom lip, she turned ever so slowly to face the man of her dreams. Seeing him seated at his desk, busily marking papers with his quill gave her a small reprieve.

�Come sit here, beside me, Miss Granger, if you please.� He didn�t even look up at her. He simply continued to grade the parchment as he spoke.

For some reason, that made her calmer. If he was so nonchalant about having her approach his desk, then perhaps he had no inkling of what she had envisioned in her daydream.

Moving to the seat beside his desk that he had gestured to, she placed her bags on the floor and sank into it hesitantly. �Sir, I need to�."

�Don�t insult my intelligence, Miss Granger.� He cut in sharply, still not looking at her. �As you are one of my pupils, I have a copy of your agenda. I happen to know for a fact that Potions was your last class for the day.�

He looked up at her then, his eyes shining. �You have nowhere else to be at the moment.� He whispered in a sultry voice that made her toes curl.
It was then she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. He knew, she marveled as her breathing came faster. He knew everything. Her head bowed and she stared nervously at her feet.

What was going to happen now? Was he going to take great pleasure in chastising her for her attraction? Would he belittle and humiliate her?

She continued to stare at the floor, too embarrassed to look up and see his expression. She couldn�t bear to look. When his feet came into her view, she knew he stood over her, watching her intently, but she still couldn�t bring herself to look up into his eyes. She was too afraid of what she would find there.

His voice, when he spoke, was soft and gentle. �I do believe you have paid me one of the highest compliments I have ever had the pleasure of receiving today.� He chuckled. �The last thing I expected to find when I slipped into your daydream was a vision of you with none other than myself. � His hand touched her shoulder and it was then that she looked up into his eyes.

�I cannot, in good conscience, take you as my lover while you are also still my pupil. It would not be ethical� He gifted her then with a rare smile and it took her breath away. �Some might think you were bribing me in order to receive good grades.�

She blinked, taking in his meaning. She tilted her head. �I understand, sir.� She said in a soft voice.

�Do you? Do you also understand that at s=which time that you are no longer my student, such rules would no longer apply?� he questioned. When he saw her nod, he took stock of her incredibly large eyes. Yes, she definitely understood what he was telling her. �Good. Now, I bid you good day, Miss Granger, and I fully expect your parchment to be turned in on time.�

She rose hastily to her feet, grabbing her bags as she went. �Yes sir.� She turned and had almost made it to the door when his voice stopped her.
�Oh, and Miss Granger?�

Turning, she looked back to see him watching her intently. �Y-yes sir?�
He smiled again, and her breath stuck in her throat. �Next time I find you having such daydreams, I shall not simply watch. I will actively participate. And rest assured, I shall be paying close attention to your fantasies from now on.� He paused and his brow rose expectantly. �I am sure we understand each other. Correct?�

Hermione dropped her jaw as she searched his face for some sign that he was joking. His expression was dead on serious and she found herself excited at the prospect of a shared fantasy between them. Her voice was husky when she answered with a smile of her own. �Yes sir.�

He nodded, �Then I suggest you be prepared, for I need not be in the same room with you to check on your inner musings.� He waved his hand dismissively and watched as she turned to go.

It was only after she had quit the room that he leaned back against the desk and rubbed his aching erection with a sigh. Looking back up toward the door, he smiled and purred. �Pleasant dreams.�

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A/N: So, I already have over half of this story written and the other half of it mapeed out. I certainly HOPE you liked the start of it as much as I have.

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