Chaotic Bashness

Hermione watched her professor as he made his wayoss oss the room to her. The second she thought he was coming to get her he changed his direction.


‘Whew, I thought I was done for.’ She began to bite her lower lip. ‘You got away with being stupid this time. Just be glad that the ex-Death Eater didn’t see what you did.’


Hermione laughed out loud at the very thought of her professor.


‘If he DID see me I’d bet he would have fallen out of his chair. What kind of a woman would want a greasy git like that?’

Hermione pondered at the fact that Professor Snape probably hasn’t had any intimate relations for quite some time… eve ever. Maybe that’s why he’s always yelling at everyone. Sexual frustration. He isn’t getting any so he has to make everyone else suffer as well.

She glanced up around the classroom and then to Snape. Their eyes met.

She quickly looked away and Snape went backing to making rude comments to Neville. Blushing she looked back up to her teacher. Snape had finished embarrassing Neville and had made his way to Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy began to speak with Snape like they were old friends. After all Snape WAS Lucius’s lap dog. He had to be one for Draco as well. Draco during his speech had begun to make symbolic gestures with his hands to help his story along and apparently it was supposed to be funny because Malfoy was laughing.

Very slowly Snape leaned in close to Malfoy ear and began to deliver his own punch line to Draco’s joke in an apparent whisper.

Draco howled with laughter and slipped out of his chair. Some of the students looked up to see what was going on but quickly returned to their work after seeing that it was Snape and Draco that had caused the commotion.

Hermione was trying to decipher what Draco was saying but when a seconds notice of Professor Snape occurred, she was floored.



Snape was smiling?!

Not one thought was running through her head. She was as blank as a canvas. In her entire life at Hogwarts not once had she ever seen this. Professor Snape himself was smiling…and it suited very well indeed.

Every dark hair on his head seemed to fall delicately across his face with perfection. The laugh lines at his eyes seemed to be new and fresh but full of uncharted wisdom.


He seemed almost…. he looked very strangely like…. like he was the gentlest creature she has ever seen.

Not far from where Hermione was lost in her daydreams, Snape was making his was achingly slow about the classroom. He was taking his time getting to Miss Granger. The wait was half the fun. Stopping here and there along the way but never taking his eyes off his target for too long.


Hermione regained her sense of schooling and had begun to stir the contents in her cauldron. The buttons on her blouse where now up to her chin and the hem of her skirt was skimming the tops of her knees.

She was looking more innocent than Snape had ever seen her, and for a moment he thought that the tiny bottle clutched in his anticipating hand was a bad idea. Maybe she really didn’t mean for him to see what she was doing. Perhaps it was just a thoughtless reaction to her teenage horniness. She was after all a virgin and virgins have to get rid of that pent up energy somehow.

But it was only a moment of turned back thoughts. Shrugging it off his mind, it was time he did it before he backed out. Miss Granger had this coming for a long time. He lips twisted upward and he was smiling bigger than the Cheshire cat ever could.

Feeling he’d best prepare for this, he unbuttoned the top of his collar. He was really going to enjoy this.


“Miss Granger.” His voice was like a knife. Very dangerous and ready to kill.

Hermione turned her head and gasped. He was inches behind her and she could feel his warm breath on the back her neck. He smelled of sandalwood and musk.

“Professor, I was just beginnstepstep 2 and adding the moonstone, and turning the fire down to thr---.”

“I don’t care what you are doing, Granger.” He took a step closer to her. His robe was now tickling the back of her calves. “ Why were you late to my class?” His voice was so soft and so dangerously low that she had to strain to hear him speak.

“I was up late and I oversle-“

“I don’t want your damned excuses. If you are ever late to my class again you’ll regret it.” Another step was taken. Hermione was getting shaky. She knew it was coming.


“So, Miss Know it All…”


“Miss Know it All? I don’t think that’s very appropriate don\'t--…” Hermione spoke abruptly and was a bit taken aback.


“You heard me-- don’t you dare interrupt me. What am I going to do about this incident this morning…”


“I won’t be late again. It was just that—“


“That was NOT a question. I know very well what to do and need I remind you again to NOT interrupt me! I see you take it from Potter to have no respect. You’re both egotistical and arrogant. Look at what it did to James. Fucking bigheaded James got killed.” He gave a very soft laugh. She barely heard it.


“What the hell? Who do you think you are bringing up Harry’s father? This has nothing to do with him! If you ever say anything abou-“ He stepped up against her and she was cornered between her teacher and the desk. She couldn’t turn around. He was sose ose now. So close.

“50 points from Gryffindor and a weeks detention. You were late to my class and now you are talking back to me? You’re so…” He pushed closer into her and pressed his lips against her ear. “Pathetic.”


Hermione didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t think. Her blood was boiling, she was so angry. Her breath was staggering and her hands were in fists against the table. Snape knew she was mad and he couldn’t be more proud of himself.

Her Hermione was about to say something when he backed off her. She could breathe again. Just as Hermione thought she was to be
left alone, Snape whispered a spell and her books went flying to the floor, parchments flying everywhere.

“I suggest you pick those up…unless you want another weeks detention.” He snarled.

That did it. Hermione’s eyes began to water. She was too frustrated and upset to fight with him. Now not only did she have to study for her tests she also had to have a week of detention with Snape. She couldn’t stand it. Turning around to meet his glare she just stared into his eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek and he smiled at it.

Hermione didn’t care if he saw her cry. Not speaking to him she sank to the floor and began to pick up her tattered papers and precious books.


This was Snape’s chance. He learned closer to her cauldron and pulled his hands from behind his back. Uncorking the top of the little glass vial he directed his hand over her potion. He stopped just as he was about to pour.

Hermione was shaking. Her back was to him and she was still straitening her things. He could tell she was really crying now. Snape looked to his hand and at the bottle and then back to Hermione. Maybe that was enough damage for today. He didn’t mean to make her cry. Yes, she is a bratty know-it-all mudblood. And yes, she is one of Potter’s closest friends. But Snape couldn’t stand it when girls cried. It made him uncomfortable and he wasn’t about to make it worse.

He looked back to his hand that was wavering over her cauldron. Just as he was pulling his hand back to cork the vial, Hermione began to put her books back into her bag when she bumped harshly into him. He dropped the vial and it fell right into her bubbling cauldron.


SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!


Snape freaked. That’s not what he wanted to do. Damn her.

“Watch where you are going you stupid girl!!! 10 more points from Gryffindor!!” He yelled at her then stormed away, his robes billowing behind him.

‘Damn it damn it damn it! What am I going to do now?’ Snape’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour. If Dumbledore found that he drugged one of his students he’d be sacked. He couldn’t afford to loose his job. He was prestigious and of noble blood. And having the nobles looking down upon him for being unemploys wes well as fired by Dumbledore was not what he had planned.

He pulled his hands through his hair. He was sweating. Snape’s skin was more pale than he could ever thought it could have gotten. It was getting close. They were doing the Draught of Happiness and he knows his students would sneak a vial for their own pitiful uses. Hermione would want to test her work.

“Class!” He bellowed. “Clean your stations and bring me a sample of your potion. If I see anyone sneaking vials into their robes you’ll get a weeks detention with me. Be warned.”


Professor Snape looked about his class then to Miss Granger. She was bottling a vial. He was safe. She didn’t drink it. At that moment Neville’s entire cauldron went crashing onto the floor, as did Neville.


“You clumsy worthless no good…” Snape cursed as he made his way to Neville. With a flick of his wand the mess vanished.


“5 points from Gryffindor,’ he paused looking down at the gasping mess that had become Neville. ‘And you get a zero.” Neville looked down at his clamped fists. He had turned lobster red.

Snape spun on his heels and sat back down in his chair.

“Class, your vials…NOW!” Everyone rushed around trying to pack everything up. Putting ingredients back into cabinets and washing their hands.

His eyes made their way back to Hermione. She was looking funny. Her hand was pressed against her breasts and her eyes were glassy. Snape leaned forward from his chair looking as if was getting ready to stand.


He froze.

‘She didn’t.’ Snape prayed. ‘Please no! She didn’t drink her draught. She’s just upset about Neville. Please let it just be about Neville.’


Hermione began to shake and her breath got more rapid and harder. She was fading away. She didn’t know where she was anymore. The room was spinning. Everything was out of control and she couldn’t stop it. She was gasping, she couldn’t breathe.

Placing her hand against the desk she tried to balance herself. Her legs her going to buckle. Just as she began to panic there was a nice tingling that had started from at fingertips and moved right down between her legs. It stayed.

The tingling got faster and more vibrant. Her hand rushed to get under her skirt trying to stop the tickling. Oh gods, it felt so good and her panties were drenched.

Snape didn’t know what to do. No one else in the class seemed to notice. He was as still as a rock and his hand went to his lips. What spell would work? Something needs to be done. But what? Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. Maybe it would be over quickly and Hermione wouldn’t know what had hit her. Hopefully no one would notice. Please don’t let anyone notice. Damn it! Damn her!!

Hermione started to double over her desk her hand still locked between her thighs. It was getting more powerful. She was exasperated and it was glorious. Her breath was hard and she started to moan. The chatter of her fellow students drowned her moans of pleasure. She moved around her desk. She needed help. If it kept on she knew she would loose her breath. What was happening to her?

Her situation got worse. She screamed. The tingle had tuned into pulses right in her clit and her body arched with the beats. She leaned up against a stone column in the middle of the classroom as all eyes ended up on her. Snape knew he had to do something but his mind was blank.

“MISS GRANGER!!” He barked across the room at her. What the hell, yelling isn’t going to solve anything. But his mind was empty. He just stared at her.

People started to whisper. It was only a matter of time before the end and Snape was just going to have to wait it out.

Hermione was moaning and screaming. Her hands where at her at her crotch then in her hair then balancing herself against the stone. Finally she erupted. Liquid was running down her thighs and she was still screaming.

Without warning she pushed herself from her support of the column. She looked up, her face expressionless, her eyes glazed.

“I….ca….can’t breath.” She panted trying to pull her constricting blouse from strangling her neck. She hand no strength left to detangle herself and she was starting to fall. Everything was going black.


Snape jolted and pushed himself forward towards Hermione. His arms grasped her waist just as she began to plunge to the ground. Her arms fell over his shoulder and her head landed against the side of his neck. Her weight pulled him down to one knee and her hips fell against his making him wince as she bounced off his manhood. She was out cold.

What has he done???


Well, there’s chapter two. I don’t know where this story is going, but I am going to keep writing it. Any suggestions?