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Many Lessons to be Learned	By : Shay89 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 36507 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Anticipation
(HG POV)

It felt like forever that we sat there staring at each other his expression as unreadable as always. The silence seemed to drag on and consume almost everything. No doubt it was vain to even hope he didn’t suspect something. The man was a Master of many things and reading peoples minds without them noticing was most likely child’s play to him. I could only imagine what he would have witnessed if he’d slipped into my mind during one of his classes.

Images from past fantasies flashed to the front of my mind and I sucked in a breath and held it as one particularly hot one resurfaced. For an entire potion’s lesson once I’d imagined being tied up naked under his desk just waiting for the opportunity to please his cock even while other students were in the room. Snapping back to the moment I looked directly up to find Snape smirking. It was rare to be able to read the expression in his eyes but for a moment I swore I could see both amusement and lust.

Fuck, oh no he saw it. He had to have played some sort of witness to my fantasy. Unable to face him my face and chest flushed red and I felt overheated and short of breath. Trying to find anything but him to focus on the bracelet caught my eyes again.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t have anything else which had belonged to or came from my parents but that was the very last gift they’d given me before I erased their memories and moved them in the hopes that they wouldn’t be found and targeted. All that time we’d been on the run I remained in the dark as to the fact they had been followed and dealt with as only Voldemort could’ve seen fit. People had known and kept it from me a fact that served enraged me even still. For months I hadn’t spoken to Molly or several other order members until ironically Draco broke me of that habit.

My fair-haired friend had just snapped at me one day to forgive them and get over it already and I suppose he was right. Everyone had lost someone or something because of the war hadn’t they? Harry had been an orphan since he was months old I at least had sixteen years with mine, what right did I have to complain or wallow. So I got over it, they were only trying to spare me during the fight anyway, however misguided their intentions were they had been good.

Still when I thought I’d lost that bracelet somewhere while we were on the run and was certain I’d never see it again I’d adapted and accepted this. Knowing that it was right here in Snape’s office, wrapped around a simple table lamp being treated like some treasured trinket by those hands – oh lord those hands. Stop it Hermione, breathe in, and breathe out. Think of anything but his hands.

Attempting to distract myself I rummaged through my satchel taking the time to school my features into utter calm. When I finally felt composed I fished out the forms which I need to turn in for the second project and placed them in front of Snape on his desk. He was still just observing me with those calculating eyes so I straightened out my posture and leveled him with an equally focused stare.

Finally relaxing back into his seat he kept the bracelet clutched tightly in a fist before breaking the overbearing silence. “Am I correct in assuming that you would like your second project to be in Potions?”

Clearing my throat I offered up a “yes Sir” in reply.

“You’ll need to research out the area you’d like to focus on” he sneered lightly. “Don’t even attempt to give me a proposal today. Your need to turn things in early and be far ahead of the others is clearly a desperate cry for attention.” His voice was cold and face void of any clear emotion. Flushing a little at the insult I bit my tongue to keep from responding. He chuckled darkly and the sound shot straight to my core “good girl, for once your keeping your mouth shut.”

If his voice affected me the insult coupled with the good girl wasn’t doing anything to help quell my growing desire. He’d just called me good girl like a pet, and instead of being upset I wanted to be on my knees before him and prove how good a girl I could be. Lowering my eyes to his desk didn’t help either as a clear image of being tied down to it naked while he loomed over me made its appearance. It was all I could do to hold back a moan and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could be in his office without making a fool of myself. Maybe doing a potions project isn’t such a good idea. But the idea of spending the next six months hiding from him was worse.

“Are you feeling quite alright Miss Granger?” the amusement in his voice suggested he’d already gathered I wasn’t.

“I’m fine Sir” swallowing the lump in my throat I added a hasty and unlikely explanation “perhaps just a bit tired.”

He arched and eyebrow and leaned forward on his desk using his hands to support his head as he observed. The hand with the bracelet opened to let it dangle loosely and my eyes followed its gentle swinging motion back and forth. “Is there a reason you are so fixated on this bracelet?”

He’d snapped at me and pulled the bracelet back into a clutched fist as if protective over it. Flushing once again a now common occurrence around him I steeled my nerves. I couldn’t give away what I knew about it, it would change everything entirely, whatever he felt he owed the person who saved his life would go out the window when he found out it was me. His distaste at owing a life debt to not only a student but also the very student whose very presence had been a source of annoyance would surely just increase his dislike of me. And wasn’t I already afraid of rejection without that elephant in the room?

I felt the words coming out, I knew it would perhaps cause me more trouble but I desperately needed to turn the attention away from the current line of questioning. “I’m merely surprised Sir, I didn’t take you as the jewelry wearing type.”

He was sneering at me “clearly you’re not over your little fit from earlier. Detention with me for a week starting tonight.” His voice had a tone of dismissal in it. Lifting a hand to halt my protests he continued, “even you know your behavior today has been childish. You will report promptly at 7. Now get out you’ve wasted enough of my time today.”

Thoroughly humiliated and disappointed I gathered my things in silence and fled the room. If I was quick I had enough time to go and take care of the now overwhelming sensation coiling in my body. Fleeing the room quickly I entered the nearest empty room, which in fact held a back entrance to his potions storeroom. Frustration and intensely sexual images dominated my mind as I dropped my things by the door and made my way to the front of the classroom.

I couldn’t help it, after that night in the alcove it just wasn’t as enjoyable to get off in the shower or the privacy of my bedroom. Instead I found myself looking for more and more thrilling situations. Since I couldn’t have the man I wanted I was at least going to get the kind of release I needed. Casting a quick scorgify over the dusty unused desk that rested in the front of the room mere feet away from the storeroom door I ran my fingers over the cool wood. Not bothering with silencing spells or even to lock the door I stripped myself of all clothing till I stood naked in the chill dungeon air. After all it was the time right before dinner, most people would be going to places like the library or their common rooms. I wasn’t too worried that many people would even pass by this abandoned classroom.

Lying carefully on the desk I let the image of being tied to his desk flood back into my mind as I gently rubbed the exposed and sensitive flesh avoiding the places I really longed to be touched. Imagining instead that it was his hands making the slow careful assault I finally touched the two erect peaks. Whether my nipples were hard from the cool air or my intense arousal I had no idea but I tweaked and pulled them struggling to keep my voice low as I cried out lightly. At one point biting so harshly into my lip I was afraid I’d drawn some blood.

One hand ghosted down my stomach and I found that despite the erotic fantasy I was too desperate for the feeling of release to wait around for it. Groaning deeply I closed my eyes and changed the focus of my fantasy to one of him instructing me to bring myself to orgasm while he and some friends looked on. Growling at the idea I found myself already soaking and thrust two fingers in easily grinding my palm into my clit as I eagerly thrust my hips up to meet my fingers. It wasn’t nearly filling enough but if he wanted a performance I’d give him one.

Switching positions and panting I wound up on my knees head resting against the desk chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. It seemed as I resumed my assault I was no longer in control of my own volume and in the back of my mind a reasonable voice said I should’ve put up a silencing charm but my lust silenced that annoying reasonable streak. Gyrating on my own hand I let out desperate cries before caving and searching out my tight puckered hole. Surprised to find it already wet I used the juices, which had leaked out while on my back to ready the overheated channel. Unwilling to wait a second longer I didn’t hesitate to put two fingers deep in my ass. Imagining what Snape would say at my impatience and desperation. The thought of being degraded by that sinful voice, made to feel like a slut, which really masturbating like this was slutty, elicited a loud moan from me and before long I felt the edge and I was so near release.

My voice filled the empty room as I begged Severus for release, pleaded for him to let me cum. And with imagined approval it hit wracking my body in waves of pleasure that felt so intense they were almost painful. I sobbed out gratitude and fought to stay in my position as my legs began to feel weak. For a little while I stayed in my place the evidence of my lust and activities coating both the inside of my upper thighs and some on the desk beneath me. Finally pulling my fingers out and opening my eyes I hopped lightly down from the desk afraid that my legs wouldn’t support my full weight.

Shakily gathering my clothes I slid my skirt bra and jumper on first casting a quick scorgify on myself but smirking as I left the desk a mess. With all vital parts hidden I relaxed a little confident that I’d gotten away with it at least until I heard it, the distinct sound of clapping starting out slow and then increasing. Turning to find the source mortified that someone may have actually witnessed the show I found none other than Draco Malfoy himself. Groaning knowing that this could in no way be good I just turned away from him.

His footsteps approached me “that was quite a show Granger” his voice laced with amusement and a little husky.

“One you shouldn’t have watched” my voice adopted the annoyed tone I’d used on Ronald so often.

He gripped my shoulders and turned me to face him “don’t be like that with me. We’re friends remember and it isn’t as if I don’t do such things myself.”

Shaking out of his grasp I moved to the door “yeah right, just not in public I’m sure.”

He jogged to catch up with me as I made my way from the room and to our Head dorms. “Slow down there, and don’t be so certain. Two weeks ago I shagged Daphne in a well-lit hall with her right up against a painting. Whom by the way kept vehemently protesting the entire time. It was really quite annoying.”

The image managed to make me smile and laugh a little “can you blame it?”

With a mock offended look he went on “you wound me Granger, I pride myself on my talents in the sack, and you know this.”

“Yes, but imagine being under a couple having sex and not being able to participate or flee.”

“Touché” he tossed a charming smile my way. “Don’t worry I won’t be spreading what I just saw, but I do want to take this opportunity to say I knew you weren’t prude. Weasley is an idiot.”

Smiling again at that I muttered the password to our rooms and entered tossing my things next to the couch before collapsing on it and covering my face with my hands. “It’s still mortifying” I finally said when he took a seat by my feet.

“Stop that” he admonished me. “It was hot.” That didn’t help me at all I just flushed with embarrassment and groaned into my hands. “Look, I saw it, we won’t mention it ever if you don’t want too. But you know I’m comfortable being your ear on such matters.”

“How much did you see exactly? How long were you there?” the questions came out slightly mumbled and hurried.

“Enough to know I’m not the star in your fantasies” when the realization sunk in I grabbed a pillow and covered my face groaning my embarrassment into that. “He’s a good pick Granger, perhaps hard to catch but you’re the Gryffindor Princess, there’s nothing to stop you.”

“Yes there is” I whined finally removing the pillow from my face, “he hates me, remember?”

Chuckling Draco went on “hardly Granger, sure he puts pressure on you but he knows you can take it. Where’s that Gryffindor courage?”

Sitting up I crossed my legs and faced him “and what are you suggesting I do?”

“Well Severus is a visual man, I’m sure he’s noticed how much you’ve changed over the years. Play up your features, make sure he knows your offering something” at that he grinned salaciously “the man I know wouldn’t turn down such a good offer. We Slytherin’s are nothing if not selfish.”

Frowning in disapproval at him I chided him “you say that like it’s a good thing.”

“Oh but it is Princess, it is.” His tone was purely sexual and I took in his meaning and flushed. “Better to take what you want and mark it as yours. Sure it could be seen as greedy and possessive but we rarely let things freely offered go and Severus has an insatiable appetite.”

I just arched a brow at him fighting the urge to ask him how he knew anything about Severus’ interests or appetite even though I was dying to ask him. For a moment we just eyed each other before he started laughing.

“Why don’t you just ask whatever it is you want to know Granger” his voice echoed his laughter and amusement and I was a bit embarrassed that I was so transparent.

“How – how is it you – know about his –“ I paused a little embarrassed despite how he had just seen me displayed, wet, keening and desperate on a desk.

“His appetite?” he finished for me smirking at my blush. “You know you’ve really got to get over that barrier, if you really want Severus to dominate you it will do you no good to be so shy.” My mouth fell open at the word dominate and he chuckled lightly at my surprise. “Yes Granger I said dominate. I might have guessed it, but watching you beg and cry for release confirmed it.”

I flushed more deeply red as I thought back to it “that doesn’t necessarily mean –“

“Save it Granger, I’ve had a thorough education in kink. I can practically smell your desperation, and whatever problem you have with accepting that side of yourself you better just let it go or something will be missing your entire life.” He was scolding me like a misbehaving school child, but that was the tone he always took with me when I was trying to lie or deny something. When we’d developed a more solid friendship he told me I was so easy to read that I could never get away with lying and so far I’d proven him right.”

“But he’s a Professor and thinking about things like that is just wrong” I finally declared.

“And what text book did you get that unfounded fact from?” his slow and patient drawl back, the one he reserved for people who simply were struggling to understand a concept during tutoring.

“I didn’t, but my mother –“

“Ah there it is, your mother. She told you that such tendencies were what kept women down. That it was the woman’s right to be in charge and you should accept that and ignore these degrading fantasies because they were wrong and didn’t reflect well on you right?” He wasn’t exactly right but pretty close. More so than the fact that I was a witch my submissive tendencies had garnered more than one look of disgust from her in the past and I’d learned to hide it behind a mask of logic and reason. It worked well enough to get her to think I’d moved on, but I’d always kept a secret stash of material on the topic hidden with magic to ensure she would never find it.

“In a manner of speaking yes” I finally mumbled out.

“Pansy was the exact same” he said with a friendly smile on. I knew from our casual conversations that he had been Pansy’s first but not vice versa and they’d parted amicably but due to the nature of the relationship she had sort of clung on. Though I hadn’t known what exactly that nature was. “Her mother looked down on her for it, but I got her to let go of the stigmas she’d grown up with and accept that part of herself. Now she couldn’t be in a relationship without it, and you’ve probably seen her around with that Marcus fellow from Ravenclaw.” When my mouth fell open in surprise he laughed “your not the only one Granger, there are a lot of people out there with similar desires.”

For a moment I just sat there letting the information sink in accepting that not only were there a large number of others that held shared interests but that there were so many I knew and just hadn’t realized. Finally I looked to him and posed a question “so Snape?”

“Who do you think I learned it all from?” When I stared unbelieving back at him he shook his head “Granger wait till you see his book collection on the topic. The man, very much like you, enjoys being thoroughly informed, but his collection far exceeds that. You can accept my help with this and I can give you advice or you can try it on your own. So do you want the man or not?”

I looked out the window into a flurry of snowfall and debated with myself for a moment. It was going to come down to a matter of desire versus mind on this one and for once I just wanted my mind to shut up. Turning back to the Slytherin Prince I smiled widely “what do I do?”

He smiled widely back and leaned over pulling me in so I’d be resting across his lap looking up at him. We’d sat like this many times by now we’d grown so comfortable together. “You won’t regret this Princess I can promise you that. And if it ever does come to an end between you two I’ll always be around to take care of your needs.” He was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and I rolled my eyes at him. There’s the Draco I know, sure he’d grown up but clearly not entirely.

“Aren’t you supposed to be advising me?”

“Ah yes, how could I have forgotten” he smirked at me. “It might be difficult just because you see him mostly in class and it has to be something that will catch his attention.”

Interrupting him I smiled and for the first time said the next words happily “I’ve got detention for the next week with him.”

“Never thought you’d be glad to be in trouble Granger. Well I guarantee you he’s already noticed something is up with your behavior, perhaps witnessed one of your fantasies during potions” at that I blushed. “You have two routes, or you could do both. Go in subtly and wait for him to realize your intentions by always being polite and pleasing, never speaking up to him or being defiant. He’d notice the favor and put two and two together eventually. Or if your feeling more bold you could let him catch you like I did today.”

I mulled the options over face flushed with both embarrassment and anticipation. Both seemed difficult the first because I wasn’t really willing to wait, I’d wanted this for so long, denied it and fought it my entire life and finding out that those around me had a similar interests brought a new surge of excitement and acceptance. The second could have an undesired outcome in which I would be left denied and embarrassed, not to mention hurt.

Draco must have noticed the conflict on my face “you can’t get what you want with out a little risk Princess, come on where is that famed Gryffindor courage. It’s not as though you need to do it tonight just start thinking.” I nodded but we were interrupted by a knock. When Draco got up to answer it I retreated to my room trading the school uniform for something a little more comfortable.

When I descended the stairs back into our common room I was met by an annoyed Draco, a flustered Ronald and Harry. Ron had never fully accepted that Malfoy wasn’t who he remembered him to be or that I could forgive him for everything he had ever said. Not wanting to deal with Ron I just grabbed my satchel putting my wand in it and made for the doors.

“That’s a great color on you Princess” Draco said coming up beside me, noting of course the look of rage gracing Ron’s face.

Looking down I realized I’d managed to mindlessly pick my favorite pair of dark skinny jeans and a long sleeve form fitting emerald green sweater. The flats were cream colored soft and comfy from so much use. Smirking back at him I replied ignoring Ron “why thank you Draco, it seems this year I’ve been unable to resist this color.”

He tossed me a cheeky smile as we ran into Pansy and Blaise. It wasn’t too much farther to the great hall and the two boys walked together as Pansy linked arms with me. I didn’t know what had caused it but she had taken a liking to me and really begun to confide in me after Christmas. And knowing what I know now there were a million things I wanted to ask and then share with her.

“No Harry, their not her friends. She’s acting like a bloody traitor” Ron was yelling at Harry and the shock of it made me stop walking. The three Slytherin’s who had grown close to Harry and I turned with looks of pure anger and disgust on their faces. As Blaise and Draco made to approach Ron I stuck out my arms and halted them.

Turning on him myself I found his enraged face no longer far away. He roughly grabbed my upper arm and spat out “come on ‘Mione you belong with me and the other Gryffindors, your better than this scum.” He started to pull me past them and into the hall when I yanked my arm from his hand and he spun around with a surprised look on his face.

“Merlin you are so thick. I am not better than them Ronald” my voice was laced with disgust. “They aren’t the enemy, perhaps you haven’t noticed but the war is over and Draco proved to be a great help to us at a very high cost to both him and his mother.”

“That prick did nothing to deserve trust or friendship and as far as I’m concerned he should be locked up in Azkaban with all the other death eaters” his face was almost purple with rage. “Everyone knows it’s going to be you and I together ‘Mione and I don’t want you dirtying yourself up with this crowd.” The entire great hall was watching with keen interest.

It was so awful I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Not six months ago he was spreading nasty rumors about how much a deadbeat and prude I was and now here he was worried about me getting dirty.

Laughing a little more I turned and linked arms with Draco and Pansy standing so close to Blaise our bodies were pressed together, Harry took a spot next to Draco. “Well that’s a shame Ronald, it looks as if everyone was wrong. But you should be okay with this because believe it or not I’d much rather get dirty with these three and the whole of Slytherin house than spend another five seconds listening to your hateful bigotry and lies. You aren’t worth the time.” I was practically seething by the end, my limbs shaking and for a moment I was certain I’d lose control of my magic.

“Yeah, you’d rather be a slut with all of them then spend time with your only true friends the only people who acknowledged you before you were declared a war hero. They just like you because of the status it brings them to spend time with you. There’s no way they can like the real you, your too conservative, too bookish, and standoffish. I’ve stuck by you despite the fact that you denied me what is rightfully mine, your virginity. Come back to me, they are just going to hurt you.” He was loudly declaring this and I saw several members of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables stare at him with disgusted looks.

In a split second Ron had been tossed back and was lying flat on his back over twenty feet away. Stalking over to him I drew my wand and pointed a steady hand at him. My voice came out cold and deeper than usual when I finally spoke.

“Never speak about them or myself again that way if you want to live. Clearly they in a short time are twice the friend you’ve ever been, and none of them find me prude, bookish or stand offish.” I took a steadying breath “if I hear you speak ill of them or my person again or spread unfounded lies and rumors I will not hesitate to retaliate in the most ruthless way. I don’t know what happened to the Ron I grew up with but if this was in you all along then you’re just the kind of monster I despise. You’d do well to stay away from me.” Stopping for a second I squatted beside him so only he would hear the next bit “and I’m hardly a virgin you pig, and even if I were you’d be the last person I’d give it too.”

Not looking back I marched over to the Slytherin table and sat where Draco and his friends always did. I was entirely unwilling to be within shouting distance of the boy. It wasn’t long before Harry took a seat across from me next to Pansy and I found myself flanked by Blaise and Draco. As people resumed eating the whispers and looks began but still enraged I just stared at my pumpkin juice imagining doing several very creative and awful things to Ron. The nerve of him, the bloody nerve.

When I’d calmed down enough to be seeing only a mild shade of pink instead of full blown red I turned my attention to dinner and the Slytherins around me visibly relaxed. Apparently my uncontrollable rage had caused them a bit of tension a fact, which brought a genuine smile to my face. Chancing a glance up to the head table I found only a mildly disapproving look from our head mistress McGonagall and Severus wasn’t even attempting to hide his pleased smirk. The only one entirely un-phased by the whole thing was Harry and when I looked back to him he was casually surveying me.

“When did you start using wandless magic Hermione?” it was a casual question just tossed out between sips of juice.

Draco tensed up besides me as if worried I’d react badly but instead I smiled warmly at Harry. “Actually I’ve only managed a few easy spells before, nothing like that.”

“Well” Harry said, “it was bloody brilliant, and well deserved.”

After that conversation came easy as people realized that while I’d been angry it was targeted and it had already left my system. Blaise and I were casually discussing Arithmancy from that day when he donned a serious look and said very casually “you know you can be scary sometimes Hermione.”

“What do you mean?” I was looking at him with a look of incredulity. Blaise was not only good looking and strong but charming and had mental acuity that rivaled Draco’s and mine.

“I mean no offense obviously, but you’re this petite woman who is almost always polite and sweet, you tried to free all house elves for Merlin’s sake. Your not cocky despite being one of the best-looking people in this school. Then you come out with a display like that and everyone is forced to remember why you were deemed the brightest witch of our age.” He shrugged at me and some of the others sitting with us nodded agreement “basically I’d never want to be on your bad side.”

Scoffing lightly I turned back to my food “that’s easy. Just don’t be a grade A ass.”

Putting his hand over his heart he put on a playfully serious look and said, “I do so swear.”

Elbowing him lightly I pushed my plate back and stood. “I better get going I need to get some of this work done before my detention. See you guys later.”

As I made my way out of the hall a smile plastered on my face a few Gryffindors who were finished moved to walk out with me one of which was Ginny.

“I’m sorry about Ron Hermione,” she said looking a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be Ginny, it’s hardly your fault.” I still was cautious with her after what she pulled with Harry.

“It makes me feel foolish for listening to him with what he was saying in the beginning of the year right before Harry and I broke up. I guess I was a bit of a fool. You know, most everyone in Gryffindor is on your side with this and would hex him for you if they could.” She was full on smiling now looking a little devious, which was the Ginny I remembered.

“Thanks Gin I appreciate it,” I looked down the hall towards the dungeons. “I better get going, work and detention.” She just nodded and walked off and not fifteen minutes later I found myself comfortably in Snape’s private lab working on a combo Potions and Arithmancy problem. It was an hour till detention and Snape wasn’t present but I found myself nervous with anticipation. Snape had no idea what was eventually coming his way; she just needed to plan something good. It was moments like these that made her fully appreciate her researching skills; she’d find something to make it so he couldn’t refuse.

Author’s Note:
Thanks for the great reviews so far I really appreciate it!

Special thanks to CryingCinderella for providing me with the fantastic hidden under the desk idea! I have a feeling that will become very useful!!

Sorry it wasn’t near as steamy as chapter two, but trust me there will be a full on sauna in the future!

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