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Priceless Private Lessons	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34954 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Now on with the story!:) Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two - 'Dry Run Gone Awry'
Hermione had finished her dinner in exceptional silence when her strange behaviour awakened Harry's concern. Being so lost in thought was highly suspicious, even for Hermione. Sitting next to her on one of the long benches in the Great Hall, he tried to get to the bottom of it.

"Hey, Mione." He nudged her with his elbow. "What's going on in your brilliant mind? You haven't said a word in the last twenty minutes."

"It's nothing; just reflecting on the day." Hermione evaded the answer. As much as she appreciated Harry's concern, she would have rather been left alone at this particular moment. She had so much to figure out and think about. Peering secretly towards the High Table, her eyes quickly found Professor Snape, who seemed to be pretty annoyed by the spirited conversation of McGonagall and Dumbledore that took place right next to him. Hermione wondered if he was reflecting too.

"Reflecting?" Harry asked, making Hermione quickly look into another direction. "About what? Was there anything special today I might have missed?" Harry questioned, picking dessert for himself and Hermione from the trolley rolling by. The house-elves had decided to go on strike and up until now, neither Harry nor Hermione knew what the reason was. This had been going on for the last week.

Hermione frowned as she became aware of the fact that it was bananas for dessert today. Irony or fate? "No, nothing really." She forced herself to remain polite. Harry simply didn't realise that he was bothering her. "Actually it's more of a private matter, so if you don't mind I would rather not talk about it."

"Hmm." Harry peeled his banana and took a hearty bite. "Fine, but if you're in any kind of trouble, you'll let me know, okay?"

Hermione smiled at him. "Sure, thank you, Harry. You're sweet."

Regarding his concerns ungrounded, Harry smiled back at her. "Good. Dig in then!"

Hermione peeled her banana and as soon as the curved fruit appeared she couldn't help but be reminded of her earlier meeting with the professor. She had been pretty shocked by her intense reaction at Snape's intrusion of her mouth, that damn reflex kicking in gave her the strong urge to vomit right away. And hell, he wasn't even far in; just where the roof of her mouth ended and her throat began.

Good Lord! There must be a way to control that stupid gag reflex!

That question aroused her ambition. She decided to analyze the whole matter logically, trying to block out the moral aspects and social taboo.

On the one hand, Hermione presumed that shoving one's length down a woman's throat just had to be the most pleasurable experience for a man because of the tightness it provided. Let alone the psychological dominance issue and the imbalance of power. From her previous angle she had been pretty much at his mercy. Well, maybe she could turn the tables and even out that imbalance if she learned to do this right...

On the other hand, what was in it for her? Hmm. Well, first of all she couldn't deny that the mere thought of kneeling in front of her snarky potions master in a vulnerable position, obeying his every whim as he abused her mouth, sent endless jolts of arousal straight to her core.

Hermione Granger! When did you start to become such a pervy and submissive freak? Shame on you!

Well, at this, the dominance issue might come in handy. Hermione couldn't picture Professor Snape any other way than harsh, rough, fierce and most definitely a natural sadist. And, much to her shame, she had to recognize that it was just these traits that fuelled her wanton desires even more; the idea of being dominated like this gave her hardly bearable thrills of ecstasy.

Summarizing her thoughts, Hermione decided she would definitely benefit from the imminent task, although she wasn't quite sure if it would be enough to ease the burning urge between her legs. If not, it would undeniably fuel it. But that remained to be seen.

Next, she pondered finding a solution which would make the desecration of her throat less uncomfortable. After thinking for a while, Hermione came up with the idea of desensitization. If she could manage to get her soft palate used to the contact beforehand, the gag reflex would hopefully not set in as nastily as before.

With a little wicked grin, Hermione glanced around to see if anybody was watching her. Then, she grabbed her banana and quickly tried shoving it in at a stretch. Epic failure. Choking and coughing hysterically, Hermione was slapped on the back by Harry till the evil fruit fell to her plate.

"Gods, Hermione!" He said with a terrified expression on his face. "You can't eat a banana like that! It's not supposed to go straight in there. You've got to bite it off!"

"I can't bite it off!" Hermione replied defiantly. "I'll be hexed!"

Harry crinkled his forehead. "The banana...is going to hex you?" He asked slowly, confused. "What weird banana did you get for dessert?"

"Oh, just leave me alone, won't you?" Hermione hissed, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She jumped up, bristling at his ignorance, slamming the doors of the Great Hall shut after her. She headed for the library. If there was some place in the world she could get answers to this, it would be the restricted area of the library...

"I told you she's gone crazy!" Ron said, sitting opposite from Harry. Needless to say that Hermione's little outburst of temper hadn't passed unnoticed by fellow students and teaching staff alike.

"Oh, I have grave concerns about Miss Granger, Albus! She's been acting strangely for weeks." Minerva McGonagall whispered worriedly. Dumbledore nodded in silent agreement.

Snape couldn't help but chuckle. He had secretly witnessed Hermione's lousy attempt from a distance. Oh, this overambitious Gryffindor! So keen on learning and yet so clumsy and overhasty. The evening ahead was promising to become quite entertaining for him.

"What's so amusing, Severus?" Dumbledore jolted Snape out of his thoughts.

"Just thinking." Professor Snape replied with a now straight face.

"About what?" Dumbledore wanted to know.

"Dessert." Snape answered, inwardly chuckling again over the double meaning of his statement.

"Hmm." Albus Dumbledore scratched his head and looked at the banana sitting beside his plate. "I would never have thought that a plain banana would strike you as funny, Severus."

A smirk returned to Professor Snape's features. "Neither did I, Albus, neither did I..."

A/N: *ducking flying objects* Well well, this chappie bananas, next chapter lemons. Promise.^^ I just couldn't resist writing about Hermione's little incident with the banana as I thought speculating on the situation would be pretty typical for her. Furthermore – Don't we all know that Hermione would never ever come to class unprepared? Any class?^^ Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks. :D
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