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H.G.'s Guide to Workplace Harassment	By : dezzu Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He hadn’t meant to bark orders at the poor house elf he’d summoned, but his excitement over the discovery of what she’d left in the potions supply closet was difficult to contain.
There were basic protection wards on the small room for the purpose of keeping unnecessarily curious or kleptomania-prone students from getting in without supervision. His fellow teachers could easily enter and use whatever they wished—though certain protocols had to be followed by all.
And if they wanted to stay on his good side, said protocols had to be followed to the letter.
First, any materials used had to be documented in detail—down to the dash, drop, or pinch—within a sheaf of parchment that was kept on a work table in the rear of the room, so that he, or anyone in charge of the supplies, would know that certain ingredients needed to be replenished.
Second, anything that had been pulled from a shelf, drawer, or cabinet, had to be put away.
She’d clearly broken that second rule, leaving several rather neatly-arranged jars and bottles in a cluster on the work table.
Glancing over the amounts she’d documented on the parchment, he quickly surmised that they were what she’d used to create a certain powder—fine, transparent, and odorless—of which he’d experienced the orgasmic effects of firsthand, courtesy of his hand towel. The house elf that regularly handled his laundry had probably been her unwitting accomplice in that little infiltration.
Aside from the ingredients for that rather artful powder, she’d also documented trace amounts of several pheromones, and an herb commonly used to enhance the aroma of certain foods and teas. The combination of those alluring essences, along with the tea, most likely formed the perplexing scent that had been dominating his thoughts since he’d carefully lifted her invisibility cloak from the crude cardboard box she’d been hiding it in behind her headboard.
He’d plundered her room quite thoroughly—probably taking much more than was necessary—giving him quite a bit of potential leverage over her.
Oh yes. So much leverage.
And, with such an inviting display of flagrant disrespect for the sanctity of the supply room spread out before him, he felt more than ready to dispense some much-needed discipline.

***

The invisibility cloak was something of a piece of armor to her. It, along with the contents of her wardrobe and her general physical appearance, made up the outward aspects of her arsenal. Under the surface of her skin, though, another set of weapons were lurking.
She’d learned towards the end of her time at Hogwarts that she could, with some determination and practice, employ a variety of mental and emotional tricks that put her in the position to enact real changes within situations and in dealings with people that she would normally have felt hopeless against.
Adopting different modes of thinking, especially when dealing with certain types of people, could give her the willpower or endurance to take on just about any endeavor. Her employment of these techniques became even more enjoyable when she added a touch of roleplay to them.
The detached view of a scientist, conducting experiments—her personal favorite—was a mindset that was indispensable to an emotional coward like her. She’d never lacked for focus in any area of study, and certainly wasn’t afraid to speak up in any situation that called for it, but courage the likes of which she’d never experienced before seemed to flow from a secret wellspring when she donned this analytical, emotionless persona.
Now, that wasn’t to say that she didn’t take the emotions of others into account whilst in this state. Rather, by cutting her own emotions out of her thinking, and simply focusing on an outcome, she seemed to be able to accomplish extraordinary things.
Like, for example, staging a fake sexual encounter, and impersonating the seductive vocals of her former Potions professor...amongst other things.
She’d done extensive, private reading in the areas of behavior modification and the different schools of psychology during her time in college. She studied anything and everything that would better equip her to reach the goals that she held outside of simply becoming a teacher—including gaining knowledge of weird potions, charms, a wide variety of spying methods, uncanny skills with one or more vibrators...
And now, all that studying, planning and attention was directed at a single source, a single target.
A tall, dark, incredibly intelligent, shrewd, and terrifyingly handsome target.
Unlike a lot of the antics she’d undertaken in her youth, her efforts at present weren’t driven by the need to protect lives or the reputations of her friends, or to further her career. No one but her would be on the receiving end of disciplinary action as the result of her actions.
On the receiving end of his brand of punishment.
And, as she stared into the cavernous space that was her underwear drawer, pupils drilling into every flaw and knot in the wood that would normally be obscured by a substantial quantity of her most intimate apparel, she did feel punished.
For a fleeting moment, she marveled again at how curious it was that he’d taken so much with what little time he must have had. Clearly, the vibrators hadn’t been nearly enough.
The vision she’d had of him as some kind of pirate, gleefully pillaging her sex toy drawer, was replaced with a vision of a kind of black-clad, panty-thieving Santa Claus, sneaking through the shadows in the corridors of Hogwarts with a huge sack of her underwear slung over her shoulder.
He hadn’t just taken the tools that she’d used to draw him out; he’d taken a lot of things that had had intimate contact with her body.
She couldn’t yet seriously consider what he’d stolen, or even his writing sample as real proof that perhaps he had been slightly seduced by her tricks...but, she was certainly considering it.
Was he simply trying to take away the things that demonstrated her deviance...or, taking the symbols of her womanhood as some way to break her down, make her more vulnerable?
Well, she’d have an opportunity to encounter whatever version of himself he’d be offering up soon enough. Would he be cold? Shy? Furious? Wearing a coat with pockets stuffed full of panties and vibrators?
Closing her eyes and sighing softly through her nose, trying to quiet her racing mind, she slowly pushed the empty drawer shut.
Looking into her hamper didn’t provide any comfort. The only pair of bra and panties that he hadn’t pilfered were balled up at the top of the basket—the ones she’d worn yesterday. She’d slept nude, as she usually did, and hadn’t bothered to look in her dresser at all before slipping under the bedcovers this morning.
Before she dressed to head to see him, she had to decide. She could either scourgify yesterday’s knickers, or wear none.
There was another important thing that she needed to decide whether to don before she left her room. Would she allow her somewhat high-strung, paranoid self to meet with him, or, would she button herself up in the safety of her mental lab coat?
She could be about to enter a veritable vipers’ den...but what would make the head viper eager to sink his fangs into her?

***

He’d been counting the minutes—fifteen, to be exact—until she entered the small room, her petite form seeming to slither into view from behind the dark mahogany door. He’d placed himself at the rear of the space, standing alongside the work table at the end of the only clear path between the doorway and the tall shelves that divided the room.
He was afraid to blink, for fear of missing the subtle, swaying movement of her hair, shoulders, hands and hips as she strode quietly towards him. The light colors and sheen of her clothing, the honeyed highlights of her hair, and the subtle twinkling of her chocolate-hued eyes seemed to be drawing all of the light from within the room towards her, illuminating her perfection.
As she drew nearer, he felt a spark of heat bloom within his gut as he noticed her gaze sliding up the length of his body before being caught and held with his own. A heartbeat later, and she’d halted just an arm’s length from him.
And, like any good serpent would do, he struck quickly.
The most powerful frown in his arsenal was summoned from its slumber, erupting a deep crease between his brows that he knew to instill a healthy dose of fear in even the most wayward of students. It was the mask he wore when he knew he was about to dole out his best forms of punishment.
“It would seem that age and education has made you no less of a rule-breaker, Miss Granger.”
He let no emotion color his voice as he spoke in a soft monotone, knowing that the use of “Miss” would surely raise her hackles, given her elevated title.
He delivered his next statement with a booming increase in volume, intended to make her lift her heels off the floor, or at least sway a little in fear. With a jolt of surprise that was difficult to conceal, he took in the small smile that had begun to curl the corners of her mouth, and the appraising look, bordering on excitement, that had added even more spark to her already quite lively eyes.
“The precious contents of this room aren’t intended to be handled by miscreants, Miss Granger, and they are certainly not meant to be handled by those careless enough to leave them out.” He paused, moistening his bottom lip. And as he continued his tirade, her eyelids began to droop in small increments, her lips parting slightly.
“You shock me. You shock me with your wilful disregard for the safety of the materials that this place has gifted you with.”
Her smoldering eyes were now nearly halfway obscured by heavy, sultry lids that ended in thick lashes.
Merlin...she was loving it.
With a heart that suddenly felt thunderous in his chest, he stepped away from the table, circling her until he was directly behind her. She now had an excellent view of what his body had been blocking—the neat arrangement of jars that she’d left out.
“You will put them all way, Miss Granger, thus closing the chapter in which you were allowed access to this room without supervision.” He took a small step closer behind her, near enough to drop his voice and still be heard.
“You are as unwelcome here as a first-year student. Until you have my consent, you will not enter this room without myself as your...chaperone.”
He turned away, rather reluctantly, and reached the thick door with just a few strides. He turned back towards her and watched, arms folded tightly against his chest, as she placed the jars on a tray she’d pulled from the rear of the worktable. Taking out her wand, she quietly cast Leviosa on it and directed it towards the nearest shelf that contained an empty spot.
With careful motions, she moved about the room, placing the jars one by one into their correct places. He caught her pausing for a moment, lifting a small jar from the tray that had not been part of the original set of ingredients that she’d left out. With a quick nod that seemed to indicate that she understood why he’d inserted it amongst the rest, she placed it on the shelf.
Her work done, she returned the tray to its place in the rear of the room with a soft thud. He had to swallow against the thick constriction that suddenly took hold of his throat as she allowed the fingertips of her right hand to linger, fluttering and then caressing along the work table’s smooth surface, arm extended at an angle that was clearly intended to give him an unfettered view of her actions.
She turned to him then, and he turned away just as she’d completed the motion, hand poised on the doorknob.
“We have much to discuss.”
Her voice ticked up his spine, her fingers stroking the time-worn wood of the tabletop flashing before his eyes.
“Indeed.”
He pulled the door open and stepped into the empty corridor. Not waiting for her to keep up, he strode towards his chambers with strides that he hoped did not appear eager.
Not eager at all.
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