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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: To answer some of the questions I received on this story in PMs:

First of all, I'm sorry to crush the romantic illusion but no - even though there hadn't been mentioned any form of sexual protection in the former chapters there will be no little Granger-Snapes terrorizing Hogwarts in the near future in any of my stories. ;D

I think of Hermione (and I'm sure so does my version of the Professor in this fic^^) as a bright girl, responsible-minded enough to take care of the matter of contraceptive measures herself beforehand instead of leaving it up to the man. Maybe I would have written it differently if I had made her a virgin...

Furthermore, since I regard it highly unlikely that either Hermione or Snape suffer from any sexually transmitted diseases, there's no health-related need for any additional measures. ;)

I hope these explanations were satisfactory enough for those who asked? If not, let me know...

Now finally; on with the story...^^

-Lines in italics are supposed to be Hermione's thoughts! -

Chapter Five - 'Troubled Thoughts'

Hermione was annoyed. A couple of weeks had flown by since her latest lesson in her potions master's private chambers and she still found it difficult to come to terms with her feelings. – Absentmindedly, Hermione recalled the vortex of emotions which kept her on her toes. - On the one hand, there was this unspeakable pleasure going beyond her wildest dreams in every respect; succeeding in satisfying that blasted and constantly recurring sexual urge. Even if only temporarily...

On the other hand, Hermione couldn't help but feel somehow mistreated and well...cheap. Even though the suggestion of a strictly academic and impersonal set of lessons had been her idea, the habit of being brought back down to earth by being ushered out after every lesson, preyed on poor Hermione. She hadn't foreseen that and now it bugged her. Furthermore, she couldn't reproach her cruel Professor with the way he treated her since he acted exactly the way she expected him to. – And that bugged her even more...

Now get a grip! There's no-one to blame but silly me!

Shaking her head in resignation, Hermione decided to approach the problem of her conflicting emotions with the only weapon that had never crashed, failed her or randomly decided to stop working – her intellect. There was still at least one session ahead to fulfil Snape's condition of involving any of her, in his own words, 'openings anatomically provided', which would definitely be the hardest task.

Hermione knew she had to organize her thoughts before facing him again and so she unrolled a rustling piece of parchment. Dipping her quill in the ink, she started writing:

Pros and cons for continuing my private lessons:

CONS:

- Sometimes I feel (treated) like a harlot - even without the benefit of being paid.

- I hate that cruel bastard for kicking me out after the latest lesson.

- This has no future.

- He doesn't care for me.

Hermione scratched her head. Hm. She was surprised that she couldn't think of more cons at the moment, as serious as each of them might be. Very well, on with the pros then:

PROS:

- I asked him to teach me those lessons and he's taking my request seriously. I've learned plenty.

- He's not judging me for the way I'm responding to him.

- He seems to know my needs and urges better than I do. Hence, I've learned a lot about myself.

- He nurtures that newly discovered, weird masochistic part of me...maybe for some selfish reason, but still. I feel encouraged to embrace and explore that aspect rather than suppressing it.

- I don't think he has told anyone about this secret arrangement. What happens in the dungeons, stays in the dungeons, I guess. I'm not being compromised.

- He knows what he's doing. No frustrating trial by error.

- I'm not being pressured. I can put a stop to this agreement whenever I feel like it.

- I think, even though he's creepy and scares the wits out of me at times I can still trust him. It's odd, but I feel safe in his presence.

- Hell, he makes me feel so good!

...

Hermione kept writing for about another half an hour and finally came up with 22 pros to only 4 cons. Hm. Interesting result. So, since logic dictated her that the continuation of her private lessons would be the only reasonable solution, why the hell were these four cons bothering her so much?

Hermione read through her notes again and then the penny dropped.– It wasn't a 'normal' relationship. Actually it was no relationship at all! This was a completely new concept and Hermione began to realise that she had been fooled by her own brilliant brain! Due to the socially established values she had been conditioned to accept ever since, her subconscious permanently reported the lack of romance, displays of affection, maudlin and several other elements of a common love affair.

However, since this was no love affair, it didn't necessarily need to fulfil the requirements of such! A simple but fateful error in reasoning...

What a tricky little thing the human brain is!
Smiling, Hermione reached for her quill and clothed her freshly gained perception into words as she corrected her cons:

CONS:

- Sometimes I feel (treated) like a harlot - even without the benefit of being paid.

He doesn't treat me like a whore, he teaches me. That's what I asked for. And, honestly Granger, sometimes you need to be pushed a little, don't you? Both of us seem to profit from this arrangement and since it is me who seeks out his 'service' I rather ought to be thinking of me paying him instead of him paying me ... Well, for my own sake, I shouldn't tell him that, though...

- I hate that cruel bastard for kicking me out after the latest lesson.

On second thought, even though I still don't regard it as nice, it makes sense in some way. I got what I came for and even more. Class was dismissed, so go. Staying and snuggling up to him as I originally intended to would only have ended in awkward silence. Things would become complicated. I guess neither of us wants complicated.

- This has no future.

No, it doesn't. But would I want a 'future'? What kind of future? Making everything official, for all the world to see? Facing the mocking and head-shaking of both the Muggle and Wizarding World? I'm pretty sure, the Professor definitely wouldn't appreciate that kind of 'future' and neither would I...

- He doesn't care for me.

Hm. Tough one. Well, he doesn't love me, that's for sure. And still, he could have denied me, yet he didn't. I don't think he agreed only on the prospect of sex; even if he likes to let on he's like that I believe that there's more than meets the eye for his decision. Well, maybe I'll never know...

A tapping on her window ended Hermione's train of thoughts. Outside, on the window sill sat a large black bird, a raven, holding some scroll in its claws. Carefully she reached for the scroll, distracting the bird by offering him the remains of her lunch which the animal tucked into instantly.

Unfolding the scroll, Hermione's eyes skimmed through the content which consisted of a message from Professor Snape:

Miss Granger,

I assume that you are aware of the fact that there is still one lesson that remains to accomplish our original agreement...

*gulp*

...Without a doubt you have noticed the passing of several weeks since your latest private meeting. – Being the insufferable know-it-all you are...

Oh great! There's the mocking again.

...I presume you have used this time wisely; 'preparing' yourself properly; both mentally and physically for what lies ahead of you...

Blimey, I'm screwed! What kind of 'preparation' is he talking about?

...However, just in case you've been busy with less useful thoughts...

How the hell does he know?

... and did NOT take care of any specific precautionary measures, I enclosed two brewing instructions for potions which might help you cope with the 'side effects' before and during your last private lesson. Needless to say that the intake of those potions will distort the experience.

Furthermore I recommend you to do some research on this delicate matter beforehand. - The restricted section of the library ought to be helpful.

Keep in mind that you can make a retreat at any time, if you think you can't stand up to it. Just let me know and our agreement will be terminated instantly.

Otherwise, I'll be expecting you this Friday, 8 p.m., my chambers.

Bath thoroughly before.

What an offence!

- Professor S. Snape -

Hermione stood by the window, slightly shaking and with her mouth agape. How could she have been so dumb? All this valuable weeks she could have used on 'preparation' – whatever 'preparation' that was, she had no clue, yet a vague suspicion - instead she wasted it on selfish, ridiculous emotions and self-pity.

She took a closer look at the brewing instructions. The first of the potions promised muscle relaxation to only those parts of the body which needed to relax and wouldn't do just like that by themselves. The second one was a potion to help with nervous tensions.

Hermione dropped to a nearby chair as she felt her knees go weak. Today was Wednesday, so this gave her roughly two days to find out what 'prepare' meant and then to prepare herself accordingly. It was even worse with the option of the potions, which would take hours to brew. Matters were complicated further by the fact that Hermione despised any avoidable intake of medicine, let alone 'drugs'. Nevertheless, she had to admit that from where she was standing right now, it suddenly didn't seem to be such a bad idea...

Regarding the request of thorough bathing, Hermione's anger quickly subsided as she recalled her disastrous look after she failed on Snape's request on removing her makeup.

Oh well...that request was established; so I guess there will be a reason for bathing, too. Whatever.

After brooding a while over her current situation, Hermione decided on visiting the library first in order to find out more about this ominous preparation she should have been busy with, then to ask Madam Pomfrey for some of the ingredients of the potions.

Gryffindors are no cowards! I will go through this experience come what may!
She cheered herself up and headed for the library.

A/N: Alright, maybe to some of you Hermione seems a bit naive in this chapter; however, I can't just take it as granted that a girl her age, as bright as she may be, is naturally familiar with the needed precautionary measures of bum sex. ;)

Moreover I couldn't let the two of them jump into action right away. – Poor Hermione would have been traumatized for the rest of her life and wouldn't have learned anything she could benefit from.

And that was her original request, wasn't it? TO LEARN SOMETHING. ^^

So – give her a little break; she'll find out soon enough. ;)

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