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The Most Powerful Urge Of All	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 46663 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by JKR and owned by whoever may hold the rights in this very moment you're reading this, various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros. and their corporate affiliates. All recognisable characters mentioned, all situations and events happening are copyrighted by their respective owners.

No money is being made from this fic and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I consider my musings respectful parodies with a frequent naughty/kinky tenor (Corresponding warnings are given to the best of my knowledge and belief), solely written for free entertainment purposes. Furthermore, writing fanfiction is not only fun to me but also therapy, so please be lenient.

A/N: This naughty little fic is set at the end of Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts, meaning that she's (being eighteen at that time) at the age of consent!

This fic is part One out of Three in 'The Guilty Pleasures of Hermione Granger' series.

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

Additional Tags:
- Sexual Tension
- Teacher-Student Relationship
- Spanking
- Desk Sex
- Vaginal Sex
- Rough Sex
Chapter One - 'So Unlike Me'

Hermione's candle flickered as she tiptoed through the dark hallways of the dungeons of Hogwarts. Her wand had been confiscated as she had messed up in Defence Against the Dark Arts class this morning, she had been unsure whether or not she had done it on purpose. She had absent-mindedly managed to blow up the antique projector with a single, misdirected movement of her wand.

Needless to say that Professor Snape had been anything but happy about that and so; Hermione was to report to his office for detention tomorrow evening.

But tomorrow was so far away, and Hermione was desperate. Being truthful with herself, she was in an outright desolate condition.

This was not like her at all!

As a matter of fact, she had hoped for punishment much earlier, punishment that hopefully would make these feelings go away. These odd and weird feelings she had had lately for Professor Snape.

Yuk, what was she thinking, her professor was so mean and harsh and...Disgusting in some way and yet...Blimey, stop it, Hermione!

No doubt, Hermione was consumed with guilt, shame and by an inner struggle she didn't fully understand. However, she couldn't deny that there were glimpses of other feelings too; lustrous and absolutely inappropriate feelings. They were so incredibly strong, that it felt like they were going to tear her apart if she couldn't rid herself of them.

She had been so lost in thoughts and nerves as she had been walking, that when she had arrived at Snape’s door, it came as a surprise.

Closing her eyes, she plucked up courage and knocked at Professor Snape's door.

As she stood there waiting her heart beat in her chest as she thought of what to say. God, she thought as she gritted her teeth tight and her throat dropped into her stomach. She didn't know how to tell him. Should she tell him at all?

She heard ever footfalls and the next second the heavy wooden door opened with a squeak. "Miss Granger." The professor looked at her with his usual stoic and peeved expression. "What are you doing here? Your detention is due to take place tomorrow."

Clearing her throat, she answered reluctantly. "I know, Sir. I just wanted to ask if..." Her voice cracked.

"Ask me what, Miss Granger?" Snape replied sharply, inclining his head.

"...if you would mind moving my punishment to an earlier time, Sir." Hermione murmured, trying not to lower her eyes instinctively.

The professor raised an eyebrow. "Move your spanking to an earlier time?" He asked sardonically while opening the door completely, indicating her to enter. Hearing him say 'spanking' made Hermione's knees go even weaker than she had expected.

"Now why would I do that?" Professor Snape asked casually. "Please, Miss Granger, enlighten me with a very good reason."

As she looked into his coal black eyes the only thought to enter her mind was; Because I can't make it through another night with all this unresolved and burning tension, you moron! This is all YOUR fault after all!

Hermione fought back the urge to just shout out what she had been thinking. If she had, it would probably have been disastrous and he would most likely have kicked her out immediately. "Actually, sir, it's because I need my wand back for the first class in the morning, and the punishment was set for late evening, so I wondered..."

"...if I would reschedule it." She heard Snape finish her sentence. "So little Miss Know-It-All wouldn't embarrass herself by showing up without proper equipment and preparation, right?"

Ouch!

Hermione really should be used to his incisive tone but this time it had hurt on a personal level.

No, you mean bastard, she thought, her eyes glued to his, I came here for you! YOU are the reason why I'm here! YOU, who causes all my inner disunity and all these powerful emotions I can't handle. Please, for Merlin´s sake, don't make me beg and speak it out loud!

"Yes, Sir." She lied, nodding her head for emphasis, although she wasn´t sure if it was convincing at all.

Narrowing his eyes, the professor inclined his head again. Hermione tried her best to hold his piercing gaze, but failed miserably.

"Very well then, Miss Granger." He broke the silence. "I shall consent to your request. Your wand will be returned to you after you have received the full amount of strokes, which will be fifteen.” And with his coldest voice yet and devoid of all sympathy, he bit out, "Now go bend over the desk."

Hermione wondered if he saw her blushing, as his wicked words sent unexpected shivers straight to her core. Complying hesitantly, she bent over the large wooden desk while she sensed Snape stepping up behind her.

Feeling his robes brush her bare thighs beneath her skirt, Hermione suddenly realised the enormous erotic potential her present position held, and she unwittingly started getting fidgety. She was really glad the professor couldn't see her flushed face right now. If he had, she would have wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

What the hell was she thinking? He had probably done this a dozen times since he had become headmaster, this shouldn’t be a big deal! How could she be so stupid as to think this was more than what it was – punishment?

"Hold still." Snape's, quiet, yet commanding voice said from behind her. He then lifted her Gryffindor skirt, exposing her rear end and a common pair of knickers and a mute sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she, just briefly, felt the unforeseen warmth and tenderness of his hands. He gently brushed her buttocks as he tucked her skirt into the waistband.

"Fidgeting is counterproductive." He interjected, when she once more shifted her hips. "The more you fidget, the more this is going to hurt. And this is going to hurt. Be aware of that." Hermione swallowed hard and nodded.

Hermione had never been spanked before, she liked to think that she was a good girl. Well, at least she had never been caught before this. And when she had been caught her actions had been conducive to Harry's success in defeating Voldemort, so she had been easily forgiven.

Hermione didn't quite understand all this; couldn't explain that terrifying and compulsive drive that brought her to the dungeons this late at night. Shamefully she suppressed her secret wish for more than just a spanking. Oddly enough, all she knew was that it was right to be here. No matter what happened.

She was cut out of her haze abruptly as she felt the first sharp sting as the cane came down on her bum. Not familiar with that kind of treatment, she shrieked.

"Silence." He barked. "You asked for it, so now you will take it with dignity."

Hermione pulled herself together and accepted the remaining strokes mutely. Her mind was reeling as she still couldn't gauge if this procedure had any effect on her professor. Well, she was pretty sure that he hadn't feel sorry for her, but was he really that hard-nosed that he couldn't even feel any emotion at all? Couldn't he at least show some mischievousness? Sadistic joy even?

Hermione was astounded when that thought formed in her mind – or – just maybe...even some degree of arousal?

Yeah, right! Wishful thinking... Hermione's mind stopped for a second before starting again at double speed. Now where had that thought come from?

She couldn't help but realise that her punishment had definitely had an effect on her. Not merely the circumstance that she was given a spanking, no; it was the fact that it had been Professor Severus Snape who had given her that spanking!

She suddenly became aware of the fact that her panties had become sodden and she shuddered at the thought that her heavy scent was in the air.

Bloody hell! How was she going to explain THAT?

To be continued soon...

A/N: Well, well...This is going to be a very interesting detention, don't you think? Please review. Thanks. ^^
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