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His Little Potions Slut	By : poptart52 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 61668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: i do not own the Harry Potter Universe nor its Characters. All of those belong to Ms. Rowling. i make no money from this writing.

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AN: This world is based pre-HBP and will not follow books six and seven. It’s my story, I’ll do what I want.

“Now you must realize, Miss Granger, the grave mistake you made in class today… Your… detention… will be far worse that you could imagine…”

His silky voice washed over me and all I could do was swoon. But then realization of His words hit me and I pouted and whimpered. “Severus… I –“

“INSOLENCE! This is exactly why you are being punished now, girl! Failure to address me properly! First you slip and nearly call me by name in class, and now you DARE call me by name while I am delivering your punishment?! Oh, you are asking for it, girl… you are asking for it…” He sneered at me, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I looked down at the stone floor of the dungeons, worrying my bottom lip. Just then, the next class started to pour in.

“Detention begins tonight, Miss Granger. Arrive promptly after dinner. Do NOT be late.” And with that, I was dismissed. My walk to the Gryffindor Common Room was slow, torturous. The past few months had been a whirlwind of experiences. And now… Now, we were getting serious. Though, I suppose you are quite lost, aren’t you? I shall start from the beginning then… Here’s how it all began…

Seventh year, and I’m Head Girl, obviously. Stupid Malfoy is Head Boy and so I have to deal with him… we have our own living quarters, and we have to have meetings once a week with the professors about the students. Oh, the joys of being in charge. Naturally, I’m being sarcastic. The plus side to this is Harry and Ron have to actually do their own homework. Well. Theoretically.

Week one and I’m getting settled. My own room… no roommates to keep me up at night, driveling over the boys they want to snog or have snogged. No need to worry about people stealing my things or finding my journal and reading it out loud to all of the girls in Gryffindor.

Sitting in my room, I’m just writing in my journal. Jeans and a tee shirt… No need to be in uniform now that school is over for the day. Hooray for Fridays. At least I have all weekend to myself. Musing over what I will do… I’m free writing. Every thought goes down on paper, whether I want it to or not. Severus. SNAPE! Snape Snape Snape! Shite. I sigh… The past few years and the man has grown on me. His voice is like dark velvet wrapping around me and enveloping me in its warmth and safety. I love potions. It’s perfection. So easy… So easy to get lost in. Like a good book, it’s mindless work. Counterclockwise 5, clockwise 17… a knock on the door.

“What in the name of Merlin do you want, Malfoy?!”

“Well, Granger, I figured you might want to make it on time to our first meeting with the professors, but whatever. Be a bloody bitch…” My eyes widen and I filter out the insult. “Shite! I’ll be right out!!” Hurriedly I throw on my Converse tennies and grab my notebook and pen. Always good to be prepared. I throw open my door and Malfoy is leaning there, smirking. “Arse. Come on…”

The meeting is uneventful, since classes have only just started. Who is a prospect for extra help, who has, already so early in the year, requested tutoring, etcetera. At the end of the hour, I just get up and leave, my mind numb.

The next day, I wake up to a my journal on my nightstand with a note on top of it.

Miss Granger,

Your journal was a very… interesting read, to say the least. Please take care not to leave it lying about. We shall have a talk soon about what you have written. Perhaps after supper tonight? My office, 7 pm. And you know I abhor tardiness.

S.S.

Holy hell. I blink and shake my head, my hands in my hair as I attempt to remember what happened. But my mind had been so blank, I probably had left my journal there. Considering I had thought to use it for notes, but gave up less than halfway through the meeting…

All day I just… float. I think and I write and I do homework… Not really even thinking. Soon, it’s supper time and I didn’t even realize it. Shuffling down to the Great Hall, I float through dinner. I can feel his eyes on me… watching me… I’m sure no one else notices. He wouldn’t allow them to notice. But I do.

I can hardly eat. I take a few bites and then I’m full, excusing myself from the table. It gets odd looks from Harry and Ron, but they stuff they’re faces constantly so who are they to know if it’s really abnormal behavior? I go down into the dungeons, avoiding any Slytherins I can, and lean against the wall outside Snape’s office. Skinnies, a blue tee shirt, and a jacket and I’m comfy as all get out, but I don’t care. I’m floating. What is going to –

“Miss Granger. Thank you for being on time. Please, come inside.” He walks past me, his robes billowing out, and unlocks the office door. Allowing me to proceed him, he’s such a gentleman… And then he locks the door and my breathing halts.

“I’m sure you are aware why you are here, are you not, Miss Granger?” I nod. Of course I know why I’m here. “Use your words, girl.”

That makes me look up at him. His eyes are dark and serious. “Yes, Professor. I know why I am here. You read my journal. Which, I might add, is a grave violation of privacy that I –“

“I care not what you think, Miss Granger. The fact of the matter is that you allowed your private affairs to be put out in the open. Do not do it again. Am I understood?”

“Yes Professor…” I look down again. I don’t know how he does it, but suddenly he is before me, his hand running through my hair. I glance up at him.

“You wrote often of me, Miss Granger… You seem quite… enamored. Had that fallen into the wrong hands, it would have meant danger for the both of us… However…” He leans down, taking in the scent of my hair, “Fortunately… I was the one who retrieved your journal… So instead of danger… it means fulfillment. Do you understand, Miss Granger?” His voice is a husky whisper in my ear, and I shiver. My eyes flutter and my breathing is quick and heavy. I feel like I might faint.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes, Professor.”

“Good girl…” Involuntarily, I moan. This earns a chuckle from the Potions Master. “Oh, you like that, do you, Miss Granger? You like being told you’re good… Is being Head Girl not enough? You need more acclaim? More validation and recognition?..” I whimper at this. His hand has tightened in my hair. “I’ll teach you how to behave, girl… Oh, will I teach you how to behave… You’ll learn well. You always do, Miss Granger… You were always such a quick learner…”

My eyes look up to meet his, and it’s like time freezes. Then, slowly, a smirk forms on his lips.

“I think I’m going to have fun with you, girl… what do you think?” All I can do is blush and moan.

AN: Rate and review please! I’ll keep writing and keep it fairly often when it comes to updates, but I LOVE me some reviews!

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