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Detention?	By : mysticxox Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All known characters, settings, etc. belong to JKR, creator of Harry Potter.I'm borrowing the characters for the purpose of this story, which I make no profit for.No copyright intended.

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Author's note:- This doesn't tie in with JKR's storyline and might seem unrealistic. It's just for fun as fanfics often are =)

The war is over, Voldemort is dead but Snape is alive (just pretend he never died in the first place!). Hermione is the only member of the Golden Trio who returned to complete her final year…yes. She's the age of consent ;)

An idea that just wouldn't get out of my head! Enjoy!

"Professor?" Hermione poked her head into the dark classroom, looking around for Professor Snape. She couldn't believe she was here!

It had been a normal day until Potions came around. This year looked to be harder than she had expected, with Harry and Ron opting to begin Auror training with the Ministry instead of completing their final Hogwarts year, Hermione had been lonely.

Few of her friends had returned for their final year. Ginny had, after an entire summer of Hermione begging her to complete her education and they had also seen Luna Lovegood arrive. It was only the second day of school but Hermione had managed to smear her perfect school record, thanks to a certain, snarky Potions master.

She was now in the same year as Ginny since she had spent the last year gallivanting around Europe as Harry's accomplice, hunting objects normal wizards and witches never had to face in real life.

Ginny had saved her a seat at the back of the room and, although Hermione much preferred the front, she had joined her. Her and Ginny had barely managed to greet each other before the billow of robes at the front announced the arrival of Professor Snape. Hermione found herself studying his pale face and body as he strode to his desk. Her respect for him had increased since the war, once Harry had told her and Ron that Snape was actually a spy.

No one had rejoiced more than her when, at the end of the battle, Snape had limped into the Great Hall, his clothes torn and his skin bruised. He had waited until Harry had gasped, "Professor! You're alive!" before promptly falling on the floor, fainting from exhaustion.

As Hermione watched him now, there was no visible trace of the injuries he had sustained during the battle. His presence was a majestic and powerful as she remembered but, as he began writing the formula for today's potion on the board, she found herself watching the graceful movements of his hand.

He had beautiful, long fingers and she found herself daydreaming about how those fingers would feel, touching her body. She snapped herself back to reality as she heard his voice, directly in front of her, his black eyes studying her under a raised eyebrow.

Ginny nudged her softly. Obviously she had missed something. Hermione gulped. Her brain couldn't seem to function under his direct gaze. "I…sorry Professor. Um…what did…I mean…what was…?"

His deep, rumbling voice cut her off as she struggled, "It seems you were not with us Miss Granger. I asked you a direct question and got no response".

Hermione felt her cheeks start to warm up as the attention of the entire class was drawn to her. "I…sorry. I lost focus for a minute there". She hoped he would drop the subject but who was she kidding?

This was Snape. "What could you possibly find more interesting than the properties of Wackespurt root?" His hands had come to rest on the table in front of her as he bend slightly forward, awaiting her answer.

Was it her imagination or did his voice hold just a trace of humour. "I…nothing Professor. Nothing important. The properties of the root are…" she continued, delivering a perfect textbook knowledge of the answer to his question.

He nodded, his face indifferent except for a smirk as he said, "A know-it-all as always Miss Granger. Obviously recent events have not changed your annoying habits". She felt the fury bubble inside her at his injustice but was saved by the arrival of Luna. Her blonde hair was cascading down her back and her attitude, carefree as always as she answered Professor Snape's glare with a simple, "Sorry but the Gillispokes made me lose my way".

To his credit, Snape just turned away and headed back to the front of the class, giving instructions on how to brew the potion along the way. Ginny whispered to Hermione, "That was a close call. You okay?" and Hermione just nodded in reply. She had just caught a whiff of Professor Snape's cologne, a strong masculine scent that left her wanting more.

She had incredible difficulty with the potion, mostly because she was concentrating hard on not being caught staring at her teacher. She had no idea how her perception of him had changed.

When had he gone from the snarky, dungeon bat who was skilled at potion-making and was an excellent teacher (if you ignored his attitude) to her dream lover. Hermione gasped as she was hit by the realisation that she wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anyone. As she felt a familiar wetness soak her knickers, her thoughts drifted off to what it would feel like if he touched her there, his long, graceful fingers gently rubbing her.

She was brought back to reality as the golden-brown potion she had been brewing exploded, causing those around her to duck for cover. Her feet wouldn't move, caught in the shock of the moment and she felt two strong arms wrap around her, pulling her out of harm's way as a well-built body shielded her from the impact.

The screams of her classmates were only background noise as she found herself lying under Professor Snape, his face close to hers, their eyes locked on each others. His lips were held in a thin line that clearly conveyed his disapproval but his eyes were full of concern and she found herself wishing he would lean down and press those lips to hers. His scent was driving her wild.

Severus had been walking around the classroom, keeping a special eye on Longbottom in case he exploded yet another cauldron when the explosion he had been expecting happened. His surprise that it had come from Miss Granger was overshadowed by his fear for the young witch who was standing directly in front of it.

Before he could think through his actions, his reflexes kicked in and he found himself reaching for her and pulling her to him, falling to the floor with her under him just as the liquid that had been simmering in the cauldron burst out, covering the classroom.

As he recognised his compromising position he looked into Hermione's eyes, feeling her soft form beneath him. His hand was on her waist and he was tempted to slide it up towards her breasts. The fact she, a student, had this effect on him caused him to press his lips together in a thin line.

Her lips were plump. He wanted to test if they were as soft as they looked and he had a sudden image of those warm lips on his member. This vision caused him to rear back, almost scrambling off her as he felt a bulge in his trousers. He discreetly adjusted his robe, not trusting himself to offer her a helping hand.

Hermione almost groaned at the loss of contact as Professor Snape got up. He looked as if he was disgusted with her and Hermione imagined he would be even more disgusted if he had an inkling of her thoughts concerning him. Even now, as she brushed herself off and got up, his gaze had her blushing and feeling self-conscious.

"Get a grip", she murmured to herself, trying to shake away the haze that had settled around her lust-filled brain.

"Miss Granger", his voice hissed at her, still catching her as she staggered for balance. She felt the warmth of his hand on hers and as she locked eyes with him, he quickly let go.

Severus had meant to berate her for her idiocy but he felt her stumble and his damn reflexes steadied her, before she landed most ungracefully on her face. Her hand was warm and soft under his and he had a sudden urge to pull her to him and never let go. She seemed so vulnerable.

She's your student, he reminded himself again, looking into her eyes. He nearly groaned at the lust-filled gaze she turned on him but refrained, snatching his hand away from hers before he did something they would both regret. She wanted him. He could see it in her eyes.

And the worst thing was, he had the feeling that if she asked, he would give in. She was so innocent and pure, two things he rarely found in life. And her brains were exceptional. She was by far his best student. Student-that was the key word. His thoughts were disgusting! How could he think of her in that way? What would she think if she knew?

He tried not to sigh in resignation of his miserable existence. He could not have her-end of story!

He turned his frustration on her instead, growling out, "Detention Miss Granger. Report to me at five this evening" and left her wide-eyed and gaping at him as the bell rang. He didn't even glance over his shoulders as he said, "Class-dismissed",going through the side-door into his small lab and locking himself in.

It was only 10 minutes after this, once he had pumped his hand up and down his member and got some form of relief that he realised what he had just done.

She would be here with him, alone. Severus Snape groaned as it dawned on him that he had just put himself into the tight grasp of temptation.
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