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Becoming Head Girl	By : MistressLupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Becoming Head Girl
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Disclaimer:I do not own characters, I just like to write about them:)

This story contains student/teacher relations. While I don't support that in real life I did write the situtation in this story. So if you don't want to read about this stuff, press the little back button now.
A/N: This is the prequel to 'Duties of the Head Girl'. People seemed to like that story so I had to write this one. I might even make a sequel to that story. We'll see. Please review.
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"Head girl!? I'm head girl!?" Hermione screamed, half in disbelief and half in excitement. "I can't believe it!"
"Congratulations Hermione," Harry said as he gave her a hug.
"Honestly, Hermione, you act like you didn't expect it," Ron said.
"Ron, can't you be happy for her?" Ginny scolded. "You really do deserve it Hermione." She turned to her friend and smiled.
"Thanks, I'm so happy," she squealed, and flopped onto her bed in the room she shared with Ginny during the summer at number twelve.
Hermione carefully set her golden badge on the side table by her bed and lye on her back reading the letter she received.
Only halfway through the letter Hermione stopped smiling and sat bolt up.
"Oh no," she gasped.
"What is it? Did they make you head boy too?" Ron joked.
"No, I have to meet with each head of house once a month," Hermione told them, ignoring Ron's comment.
"So..." Ron said willing her to tell them.
"So she'll have to meet with Snape every month," Harry informed Ron.
"oh, oh well that sucks," Ron said and burst out laughing.
"It's not funny Ron," Hermione snapped. "Professor Snape hates me-"
"Almost as much as he hates Harry-ow!" Ron began to rub his arm after Ginny hit him.
"I'm really sorry Hermione," Harry tells her.
"It's ok. I mean it's only once a month. How bad can it be?"
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Hermione was throughly enjoying her head girl privileges. She had her own room where she could sit and study all day without interruptions.
She patrolled the halls at night and could give out detentions--which she only did if she felt it necessary--and was looked down upon with
pride by most teachers. She felt very grown up and accomplished wearing the golden badge on the breast of her robe. And she took her
responsibilities very seriously. She had met with ll the heads of house already, save for one. Professor Snape had not mentioned a meeting with
her and with all the other heads she was the one to ask and schedule a time. She avoided Snape whenever she could but she knew that she had to
talk to him about the meeting, so she waited until after class one day.
"Hermione are you coming?" Ron asked after Snape had dismissed the class.
"No I have to talk to Professor Snape about the meeting," she told him.
"Ok well we'll wait for you in the hall," Harry said and walked out of the potions room with Ron.
Hermione, to distract herself before talking to Snape, slowly packed her books up. She didn't look up from her bag but could feel his eyes
on her, she could feel him towering over her. She hadn't even noticed when he walked to the front of her desk.
"Is there something you need Miss. Granger?" his deep and rough voice asked.
Hermione lifted her eyes but not her head, and looked into his harsh black eyes. "I needed to talk to you about having a meeting."
Snape raised his brow and stared at her without blinking. "oh yes, you are this years head girl" Snape spoke with clear sarcasm.
"Yes sir."
"Well since Dumbledore has made this ridicules rule that the heads of house must meet with the head boy and girl I must comply." Snape
turned around then and walked over to his desk. "Come to my office tonight at eight," he commanded and swished his robe out of the way as he
sat.
Hermione quickly grabbed her bag, flung it over her shoulder and getting up from the desk, hurried out of the room, still feeling his
eyes on her.
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For hours Hermione watched the clock tick, counting down the time till she had to meet Snape. For once she neglected her homework as all she
could think about was that she was going to have to be in a room alone with the person who hated her most. While Hermione was looking at the
clock her thoughts drifted and she forgot about time altogether.
"Hermione," Ron called as he shook her shoulder. "Shouldn't you be meeting with Snape now?"
Hermione snapped back to reality and actually saw the time: 8:01.
"Oh no he's going to kill me!" Hermione said as she ran from the Gryfinndor common room. Hermione had never run so fast in her life.
Students and teachers stopped what they were doing and moved out of the way as she charged past them all. Finally she reached the dungeons and
as she came to the door of his office she slowed, to a stop, and knocked twice.
"Get in here!" the voice on the other side said.
Ever so slowly Hermione turned the silver knob and entered the professors dim office. The walls were lined with shelves stocked with books,
jars, potions and things. The only light came from four lanterns placed in the four corners of the room. And behind the old desk, placed in
front of a large, curtained window, sat Professor Severus Snape, looking down at the papers scattered over his desk.
"You're late, Miss. Granger," he warned.
"I'm sorry I lost track of the time-"
"Don't let it happen again. I don't have time to wait around for you."
"Yes sir."
"Sit down and let us get this over with," he told her and summoned a chair across his desk. Folding her hands in her lap, Hermione sat in the
seat and looked down.
"So did you bring with you that of which you are to discuss?" he asked her.
It was then Hermione realized she left her things in the common room; her book which held all she had written for then to talk about. While
professor Snape should be the one making the discussion, Hermione knew he would put all blame on her.
"I forgot," Hermione whispered.
"Speak up, Miss. Granger I can't hear you."
"I forgot my things in the common room."
"Pity," Snape sneered."
"I'm sorry but I-"
"Maybe if your head wasn't off in the clouds, thinking of silly little girl things," Snape said as he stood up and walked around his desk,
stopping when he was behind Hermione's chair, "Such as international quidditch players."
Hermione could feel him behind her, his omnipotent presence lurking there. And when he spoke it was almost soft and sounded so close to her
ear.
"How is our dear Viktor anyway?" he asked.
Hermione shuddered at his voice and tried to stay as still as possible when she felt him brush by and walk back to behind his desk.
"Perhaps we should continue this when you are not so distracted Miss Granger," he said and picked up the quill he was writing with before
she came in. "Next time try to come prepared. I like my students to," and the corner of his lips tilted as he said this, "know what they are
doing."
Nodding her head Hermione thought not to reply. Snape waved his hand at her and to the door, excusing her, and she got up and left. She was
grateful to get out of that room, to get away from him. Professor Snape had always made Hermione feel uneasy, but this time, it was different.
An uneasy feeling she only got when she first met Viktor. Though it also felt like she could vomit. She didn't like that she now had to
associate that feeling with evil professor Snape.
She hated him.
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After that night Hermione avoided Snape as much as she could. In class she stopped raising her hand when she knew the answer; she sat in the
back of the classroom and even stayed away from the dungeons when patrolling the halls at night. No one noticed anything different. Harry and
Ron sat in the back of the class anyway, now it just seemed as though Hermione finally decided to join them. She really despised the fact that
she had to meet with him again. She hated the fact that she would have to ask him about another meeting and what he would say to her. But she
had too. It was her responsibility and Hermione always kept to her responcablities. She waited after class again one day, waited till everyone
else had left and walked up to Snape's desk.
"What can I do for you Miss Granger?" he asked her, not looking up.
But Hermione this time did not look down, her eyes were on him even if he was not meeting her own. "I came to ask you about the meeting-"
"You don't mean to waste anymore of my time do you Miss Granger?"
"No sir, I took what you said and I am ready now," she told him, knowing the words to use that might lighten him up a bit on her.
"Really, or maybe you just had your childish fantasies satisfied and used the jump to actually do your work," he said with a glare. "Meet me
in my office at eight Miss Granger and don't waste my time this time."
Snape didn't give Hermione time to say anything back as he told her to get out of his classroom. She picked up her bag and took off from the
dungeons. Harry and Ron were waiting for her in the common room to ask for help with their transfiguration essay's, but when she ran into the
room and saw her flushed face they forgot about their essays.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron asked. "What did he do?"
"He's just so...insuferable." she said.
"What happened now?" Harry asked her.
"He...well...nevermind," Hermione sighed. Hermione pulled out her books and helped the boys with their essays and for the first time let Ron
copy her Muggle Studies homework. Harry could tell then that something wasn't right with her, but knew better then to ask as Hermione was quite
personal about these things.
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At a quarter till, Hermione found herself in the dungeons. She did not want to be late this time and left incredibly early to get there. He could
not be mad this time. Knocking on the door Hermione waited for his sharp voice to command her inside, but after continuing to knock no answer
came. Thinking maybe she should just leave Hermione realized that that might make him madder. 'Perhaps he was just running late and she should
wait for him' she thought. Against her better judgment Hermione opened the door to her professor's office; he wasn't there. She went inside and planned to
wait for him but her curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't help it, the room was filled with so many strange things that she just had
to look around. The books struck her interest first of course, and she immediately went to the shelves. There were so many books she had never
heard of, and so many she knew were not allowed. Forbidden books with dark spells and potions in them. It seemed only natural that Professor
Snape would have copies of them. Hermione never thought of Professor Snape as fascinating but he was a little-interesting.
"Find something you like?" came a silky voice from behind.
Hermione whipped around to see Snape leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. There was no sign on his face of anger
or disappointment, no sign of anything.
"I knocked and...I just thought I'd..."
"Go through my things," he finished for her.
"No sir I-"
Snape pushed himself from the door with such force that he was right in front of Hermione in no time, looking straight down at her.
"You what, Miss Granger?"
"I-I..."
"Take a seat Miss Granger," he told her and moved to his desk.
Hermione, thankful that he wasn't any angrier, practically ran to the chair in front of the desk. She opened her bag and pulled out her
notebook, flipping to the pages she scribbled some notes on.
"So what is it we need to discuss?" Snape asked as he folded his hands and rested his elbows on the desk.
Hermione didn't know if she could speak, he made her so nervous, more so then ever before. He radiated this strange power and Hermione could
feel it pulsing threw her as his eyes penetrated her.
"Well we're supposed to talk about your house...any new things I should know about and-"
"Yes thats all very well," Snape said and dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Lets just get to the point Miss Grange, you don't want to
be here anymore then I want you to be here so what do you say we just leave it at this."
"I can leave professor?"
"Yes Miss Granger, you are excused, go, skip, run to whatever silly thing your little heart desires."
He may have excused her but Hermione didn't move, she sat still in her seat and kept her eyes on him even as he looked away.
"You're still here," Snape noted.
"We're supposed to-"
"What, Miss Granger?" Snape began to shout and rose from his seat. He moved around the desk till he was standing before Hermione. He lowered his
voice and spoke quietly to her in his most sarcastic tone. "Can't ditch responsibilities even for a moment. Worked so hard to become head girl
and now you're going to treat every little thing you need to do like its for the ministry itself?"
"No sir its' just.."
"Well then what is it you want from me Miss Granger?" he snapped.
"What makes you think I want anything from you?"
Snape paused and pierced her eyes with his own. The thin lips that lined his face began to tilt up. "You're still here."
Hermione's lungs began to tighten and her breathing got quicker. Snape could see her chest heaving and smiled with satisfaction.
"You never did answer me before, Miss Granger," he said an took a step closer to her, "How is our dear Viktor?"
She didn't know what was going on or even how to answer him. This was not how things were supposed to go. And yet she couldn't will herself
to get out of his office.
"Treating you well I hope. Taking care of your every need...every desire," Snape mused.
Hermione sat up from her chair but found she had nowhere to go; she was stuck between the chair and Snape, and she didn't feel like being
any closer to either.
"Professor-"
"I did not give you permission to speak Miss Granger," Snape threatened. "You're a smart girl, becoming head girl and all, I'm sure you know how this will go."
"Please Professor-"
"Miss Granger what do I have to do to get through to you?" Snape asked as he reached his arm out and cupped her chin. Hermione winced at his
touch and it was just the reaction Snape wanted. "Perhaps a personal lesson is in order," he mused.
"Professor-"
"Shh, hold your tongue Miss Granger."
And before she had time to react Snape forcefully pressed his mouth to hers. Hermione moaned against his lips which only enticed him more.
Snapes hand moved to the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Their bodies pressed against one another and Hermione could feel his arousal
on her belly as she was much shorter then him. She couldn't lie, it was a bit exciting, but it was also very frightening. This was her
professor, and not just any professor, it was professor Snape; he hated her, she hated him. This couldn't be happening.
Hermione pulled her mouth away from him and looked past him. "Professor," she sighed as she was now out of breath. But she wasn't able to
finish whatever it was she was going to say because at that moment Snape put his hand underneath her skirt. He touched the cool skin there and
slowly ran his hand up her thigh, stopping when he saw her eyes close and her lips slightly part. She was enjoying this, he hadn't expected
that, and he was going to let her enjoy it. His hand began trailing upward again till it came to the lining of her panties. He was surprised at
how warm they were and wondered just how wet she was beneath. He slipped his fingers under the band and began to pull them off off her. It was
then Hermione realized what was happening and reacted. When her panties were down to her knees she opened her eyes and jumped back from Snape.
She looked up at him expressionless while he carried a wicked grin. Never had she seen him smile like that.
"Is there a problem Miss Granger?"
She didn't reply as she tried to take another step back, but she was restricted in movement as she hit the chair behind her. She held in her
emotions but wanted to panic.
"Don't pretend you didn't know this would happen," said Snape snidely.
"Professor I-"
But Hermione was cut off when Snape grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. He turned them both around and pushed her against the
desk. Hermione let out a gasp when she felt the hard edge of the wood hit her back in the most unpleasant way. She wanted to push him away but
he picked her up and sat her on the edge. Hermione watched, with tears starting to fill her eyes, as he pulled her knicker down and off,
letting them fall to the floor. Snape stepped towards her till he was between her legs, ensuring that she couldn't get away. He fiddled with
the buttons on her blouse, popping then open one-by-one while Hermione watched. She couldn't understand why she wasn't stopping him. She didn't
want this, she couldn't. And yet she just sat there, staring while her professor striped and exposed her, knowing what he was going to do to
her.
"Why are you crying Miss Granger?" he asked with fain interest.
"Please sir, I don't want to do this," she told him. Hermione had never felt so small and vulnerable in her whole life, being naked--minus
her skirt which she was thankful was still on--and completely under the mercy of Severus Snape. But he just smiled and in a heartbeat his hand
was between her folds, stroking, with the tips of his fingers, her warm and wet area.
Hermione couldn't help it, at the touch she arched her back and pushed herself against his fingers more.
"Oh," Snape hissed, "I think you do."
He smashed his mouth against hers and forced his tongue inside. She was hot and tasted like apples and the mixture escalated his arousal.
With one hand between her legs Snape was able to undo his trousers with the other. They dropped down to the floor where
they rested around his ankles, allowing his engorged shaft to stand freely. Snape moved his kissing down to Hermione's delicate neck. He could
hear her deep breathing in his ear. He had known she would give in.
Hermione opened her eyes and could see that Snape had slipped out of his trousers. She realized things were going to far. In the beginning,
when things kept progressing, she somehow assumed it wouldn't go tohis far, it wouldn't go all the way. Now she saw just how far he intended things to
go as his huge cock hung mere inches from her. She had only been with one man in her whole life, and with Viktor she was in love, so how could
she possibly have sex with a man she hated?
"I can't," Hermione said breathlessly. She knew it didn't sound very convincing but it was all she could muster.
Snape pulled his lips from her neck and looked into Hermione's eyes. "You can," he told her and in one quick motion thrust himself inside of
her.
Hermione bit her lip to keep from screaming. There was no other word to describe it other then pain. An immense amount of pain stung her
when he forced himself into her. Viktor was not as large and was much more gentle with her, even if at times she wished he wasn't. What girl
didn't want to just be ravished once in a while? Hermione wasn't sure she could get used to the feeling of Snape inside her but he held still,
letting her adjust before pulling out and back in again.
Snape enjoyed the feeling of her tight softness around his hardness. He re-framed from taking her harshly and let her feel him in her tight
walls first. But after what he felt was an adequit amount of time, he knew he had to have her, so he pulled out, and slammed back in. It was
hard to not explode when he first explored her inner depths but he wanted this to last, he wanted to enjoy every minute of his claiming of
Hermione Granger.
It took a minute for the pain to subside and when it did Hermione wished it would come back. She hated the feeling he was giving her, she
hated that he could please her so. But Hermione couldn't control herself anymore as the pleasure between her thighs increased, so she wrapped
her legs around Snape, her heels resting on his arse, and pushed him into her more.
"Oh, please professor," she barely breathed.
"Please what?"
"please...harder"
Snape grabbed onto her hips and pushed her down against him, causing her to slink down the desk till she was completely laying under him.
He bucked wildly into her, forcing an immense amount of friction to rub against her legs, warming them.
Hermione could hardly take it anymore. Part of her wanted to come and the other part just wanted it to be over; she still couldn't believe
she was doing this.
When she could feel her orgasm nearing she tightened around Snape and tried to cease his thrusts, holding him inside her.
And as he continued to pump himself into her she erupted in an earthquake of violent spasms, coming to completion over her potions professor's hard shaft.
Snape could feel her clutching onto him, but he kept up his pace till he saw her arch her back and shake compulsively beneath him. His own
release came swiftly as he spilled inside her, lifting the pressure from his penetrating guide. He leaned forward and placed his hands beside
Hermione on the desk. Her eyes were closed and her lips quivered, begging to be kissed. But Snape wouldn't kiss her and as soon as he regained
himself he pulled out and buttoned his trousers back up, leaving Hermione naked and alone on hard wood of his office desk.
When she opened her eyes Hermione looked at the blank ceiling. She no longer felt the heat and ecstasy running through her veins, but cold
red blood. She could feel the cool air touching her bare skin and wanted to cover up, but also didn't want to move; she knew that if she did
she would see Snape and she did not want to look at the man who had taken her, and made her feel such a guilty pleasure. But when her shirt was
thrown at her Hermione sat up, holding the white blouse to her chest. Snape was standing feet away from her, looking out a window into the
dark grounds of Hogwarts. Hermione, rejected and facing his back, had never felt more alone in her life. She put her shirt on and found her
knickers on the floor, slipping them over her still shaking legs. Standing next to the desk Hermione waited, half hoping he would turn around
and say something to her, anything, and half hoping he wouldn't.
"Is there something else Miss Granger," Snape said, feeling her eyes expectantly looking at him.
"No sir," Hermione mumbled.
"Then return to your dorm, it's late," he commanded.
Hermione walked over to the door, her footsteps long and slow, trying, for some reason, to not make any noise on the creaking floorboards.
"We'll have to have another meeting Miss Granger," Snape said before she was gone. "Same time, Friday."
She nodded her head and even though she knew Snape couldn't see it, she knew he knew she would agree. Quietly she closed the door, leaving
him to his solitude and peace, and walked the long trudge to her room. Ron and Harry expected to meet her in the common room but this night she
wouldn't be there. She didn't care if they would worry, and she sort of thought they wouldn't. She needed to be alone and think about the events
of the night; What had happened; had she wanted it; did he know that maybe she had wanted it? They were questions she couldn't answer for
herself. Burying herself under the covers in her private room, Hermione lye awake for hours, thinking of the next time she would have to meet
Professor Snape.
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I wasn't sure if I should label this non-con. While Hermione says she doesn't want it at first she gives in so at that point I figure it was consensual. If anyone thinks that it wasn't I'll put a warning up.
~Lara
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