Snaring Snape

Snaring Snape 4

Detentions


Hermione stood outside the potions classroom door at 12:55. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself. She wasn’t worried about brewing the potion for her detention. It was the anticipation of what was going to happen after, that consumed her. Walking George and Hermione back to their dorm last night Snape had been his customarily nasty self, but now she knew what lay underneath the mask, so took his attitude with a grain of salt. Checking her outfit one last time, she opened the door and went in. The classroom was empty. A bit disappointed she looked around. She had thought Snape might be eager to see her after last night. She went to the front of the classroom and sat on Snape’s desk facing the workstations. Dejectedly, Hermione crossed her arms and stared down at the floor.

Coming back from the noon meal, Severus saw the door to his classroom was open and assumed Hermione was inside. Quietly he moved to peer in the doorway. A sneer came to his lips looking at the pouting figure sitting on his desk. She was wearing muggle clothing, snug jeans and a low cut tee shirt that clung to all her curves, with her hair pulled back in a braid emphasizing her beautiful neck and cleavage. How in the name of Avalon was he supposed to concentrate with her looking so fetching ? Pouting ?, he remembered noticing and looked at her face again. Why was she pouti Se Severus closed the door behind him. Hermione looked up and ……… smiled. She was pouting because he was not here yet. How cute !

“Good afternoon, Miss Granger.” Severus was careful to keep his usual impassive expression. He walked straight past the young confused woman into the potions room.

“Good afternoon, Professor.” Hermione said quickly following Snape into the workroom, feeling a bit crestfallen. After all she had dressed to impress him, at least a little. As she came into the room, she saw Snape was setting up a cauldron on the work counter. She closed the door behind her and Snape looked up.

Hermione walked over and tentatively put her arms around his waist and gazed into his eyes hopefully. Would he push her away and tell her it had all been a nice lark, but back to business as usual ?

He had planned on being his ordinary stoic self with Hermione today, but he found it impossible. Her need for reassurance blazed too strongly in her eyes. Severus hugged her with one arm, while his other hand cupped her cheek. He ran the pads of his fingers down the side of her neck and traced the neckline of her shirt. Looking back into her eyes he spoke softly.

“Collect your ingredients and we can begin.” He almost smiled at the shocked looked that came to her face, but she withdrew from him and set about getting her supplies. As much as he would like to take advantage of this time alone, Severus knew her schoolwork must come first and he didn’t want to be a distraction.

When all the ingredients were laid out on the counter, she set about preparing them. Severus sat on a stool close by and watched her nimble fingers work. Her technique for chopping the lemongrass was flawless, but as he watched her grind the dragon egg shell, he saw room for improvement.

“Wait, Miss Granger. Let me show you a better method.” Severus stood directly behind Hermione, placing one hand over hthatthat held the mortar and wrapping his other hand around hers that held the pestle. He moved her hand in a more circular pattern for grinding. Much more effective.

After a moment Severus noticed Hermione’s breathing had sped up. Then she rubbed her cheek against his, whimpering softly. Gods, those soft sounds went straight to his loins. She must have felt his growing appreciation because she wriggled her butt from against him, stimulating him further.

“Hermione …… You need to concentrate on your potion.” He admonished gently, pressing his lips to her ear. She sighed and went back to her work. Severus moved back to his stool.

What was the man playing at ? Didn’t he know how unbearably sexy she found him ? Hermione emptied the ground shell into the cauldron and stirred once. She moved on to preparing the monkshood, while stealing glances at the dark man sng cng close by. Even with all the ingredients before her, she could smell his distinctive scent. And she could still feel the texture of his masculine skin against her cheek. She knew her face must look flushed.

Watching Hermione, Severus thought it might be better if he left her to work alone. She should have no trouble with this potion and his presence seemed to distract her. He waited for her to drop the monkshood into the cauldron, then stood.

“I will be at my desk correcting papers. Remember, do not over stir.” He said arching an eyebrow at her. Hermione laughed.

“Yes, Professor.”

There, that should do it, Hermione thought. All I have to do is wait for it to turn red and the potion will be ready. Casting a glance out the door, she could just see Snape at his desk reading a parchment. His silky hair was falling into his face. She watched him brush it back absentmindedly. Studying his Romanesque profile, she sighed. Hermione knew there were women who would not think her Potions Professor attractive because he wasn’t pretty. But she found him wonderfully masculine and very sexy, everything a man should be. He was also incredible in bed. Pretty men, she assumed, never had to hone there lovemaking skills, and were therefore most likely lousy lovers. Not Severus ! Hermione began to squirm in her jeans at the thought of the dark man’s talented mouth on her body. Don’t get your knickers in a bunch girl, she thought. She turned her attention back to her cauldron.

At his desk Severus was reading the essays for the 3rd year class of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students. Not an overly competent bunch, but there were those who showed promise. Eventually, Severus checked his pocket watch and saw Mr. Weasley would be here soon. He went back into the workroom to check on Hermione’s progress. Walking into the workroom, Severus saw Hermione stirring the cauldron. He looked inside. Good, he thought, right at the stage it should be. He sat back down on his stool.

“Very good, Miss Granger, just a few minutes more.” She set down the ladle and turned to him, a smile playing at her lips.

“I have two minutes before I need to stir again.” She said moving to stand between his legs. Before he could object, Hermione smoothly wrapped her arms around her Professor’s neck and captured his lips. He was passive at first. She felt a sneer coming to his lips, then he kissed her back, holding her close. She whimpered softly and melted into him, feeling his hands rest on her bottom.

Severus was enjoying kissing Hermione, but he didn’t want to get too caught up in the feel of her. They still had a potion brewing after all. Reluctantly, he pulled back from her.

“Time to check your potion. If it is ready, put it in a vial.”

“Yes, Professor.” She said. It gave him a little thrill that she continued to call him Professor. Maybe it was the lab environment, combined with the fact this beautiful young woman wanted him, that was exciting him. It didn’t matter why, it only mattered that his pants had become very uncomfortable.

Hermione smiled to herself. Severus’ kiss had told her everything she needed to know. He most definitely still wanted her. Stirring her potion slowly, she saw it was turning red. Time to bottle it. She took a vial, filled it, labeled it, then handed it to Severus.

George walked into the potions classroom, his excitement barely contained. He had been hard off and on for the last hour just waiting until he could come down to the dungeons. Images of last night played repeatedly in his head. The sex last night had been good, very good, but George wanted more. He was also hoping for a few minutes alone with Severus. He liked sharing Snape with Hermione, but there was nothing like the blazing heat of two men together. Hot, hard and lusty. Damn it, he thought, as he felt himself hardening again.

Walking into the classroom he didn’t see anyone. He closed the door and called out for the Professor. A minute later Severus came out of the workroom. George looked the older man over, seeing in his mind the naked body he remembered from last night. Just looking into those dark eyes made his groin twitch. Snape’s cool expression only made George want him more.

Walking up to Snape, George immediately claimed the Slytherin’s lips in a searing kiss. The older man seemed startled for a moment, but quickly returned the kiss in both heat and intensity. George ground his arousal into the bulge he felt in Snape’s pants, making them both moan quietly. Snape pulled back, both men panting a bit and looking into each others eyes. George felt his face cupped by a warm hand that stroked him.

“Go help Miss Granger clean up in the workroom.” Severus said. Yes, he could always count on red heads to be passionate, and George was no exception. boy boy looked a little disappointed, but obeyed.

Hermione saw George coming into the workroom, his face a little flushed. By the redness of his lips, Hermione could tell he had been kissing Snape. She laughed softly and George awarded her a mildly embarrassed grin.

Cleaning up only took a few minutes. The two young Gryffindors walked out into the classroom expectantly. They were not prepared for what they saw. On the two tables in front of Snape’s desk sat parchment, quills and ink. Snape was leaning on the front of his desk, legs and arms crossed.

“Sit down, please.” The Professor said. He saw the complaints rising to the young peoples lips, but merely gestured to the seats in front of him. When a slightly perturbed George and an openly disappointed Hermione sat down in front of him, Severus had a hard time not smiling at them. They were both so wonderfully eager !

“I have decided for this detention, I want an essay from each of you.” stu students looked at each other as if they did not believe their ears. Severas eas enjoying this far too much. “You will each write a detailed fantasy for the three of us to share.” Yes, they looked a bit happier now. “I will write one also. When we are finished, we will read them and decide if and when we can accomplish them.”

Hermione went to writing immediately, knowing exactly what she wanted. With a few modifications the fantasy could be adjusted to fit the three of them. She looked up for a moment to see Snape grinning at her. She brazenly winked at him, making him openly chuckle. George looked at the two of them , still thinking.

After about a half hour, Severus and Hermione were finished, so they traded parchments. George finished a few minutes later, then traded with Hermione. When they had each read the other two’s parchment, Severus cleared his throat, his hands trying to cover the bulge in his pants.

“Well, I have to give you 5 house points each for originality. So which of these should we attempt first ?” Severus said.

George and Hermione glanced at each other. “Yours !” They said at the same time. A sneer came to Snape’s lips.

“Since we all find mine interesting, I suggest we leave it until last. Miss Granger’s however could best be accomplished tonight and I think Mr. Weasley, we might attempt yours tomorrow. Meet me back here 9:30 tonight. “ The students stood to leave. “Oh and dess ess appropriately.” Severus said with a smile.

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I know, I know ......... no blatant smut here, but Severus came up with the idea for writing the fantasies, so now there will be three more chapters instead of the one !

Sooooooo what is Hermione’s fantasy ? George’s ? I know……. so you can guess all you like. Who knows, you may give me a few more ideas. ~_^

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Glinda the Erotic Witch