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The Power of Kisses	By : Aefi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 23765 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Okay, I wrote another response to a challenge called The �Sabrina� Challenge. It is based on the movie �Sabrina� with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. It�s actually silly story that makes no sense, but it was fun to write.

I am not going to describe the challenge because it would give away the story, but here are the requirements: Must include one of the following:

Snape: �I don�t care if she runs off with Hagrid, as long as she doesn�t run off with my teaching position�

Hermione sings the song �La Vie En Rose� in French, to Snape

�Well Severus, I hope you remember what to do with a girl�
Snape: �It�ll come back to me�

Disclaimers: I do not own the characters or HP world created by J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money from this.

As with all of my stories, this is OOC and it does have SS/HG pairing. Please do not flame me because I have warned you. This has turned from a short story into a SMUT story. This is your only warning and it is definitely NC-17.

A special thanks to MetaMuse for betaing for me!

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In Hermione�s seventh year, the very handsome, very talented Mortimer Francis was hired as the DADA teacher. He was well known in France and Spain for his legendary conquers. Most people assumed it was the battles of war, but it was truly the battle of the bedroome wae was a modern day Romeo with only one flaw, well actually two, but we shall discover them in time.

She fell head over heels in lust, I mean in love with him. His slicked back black hair and his deep blue eyes were enough to send her into tailspin of self-induced orgasms. Imagining what his hands could do to her, Hermione had discovered the dirty little secret of pleasuring herself. Blushing at the beginning of each class, knowing the many positions she had fantasized Professor Francis in, she would casually take her seat in the front of the class next to Harry and Ron. Her hair was perfectly curled and she wore a bit of make up, trying to appear much older and more mature. She wore only the sexist bras and underwear beneath her school uniform, hoping her fantasy would come true, which was of him tearing off her clothes and making love to her right here in the classroom. Statistically speaking, she knew it was close to impossible, but she wanted to be prepared anyway.

Harry and Ron couldn�t stand the man. They agreed he was a half of step up from Gilderoy Lockhart only because he knew his defense against the dark arts, but his personality, for a lack of better words, sucked. The class consisted of casting curses and jinxes, which was a no brainer for those already in DA. Harry and Ron would spend most of the class smirking and laughing at Professor Francis when he cast a curse or jinx.

Hermione spent her time constantly fantasizing about Professor Francis and making love on a white sand beach, on the desk in the DADA class, her Head Girl�s room and, well you get the idea. If it wasn�t for Harry and Ron�s snide comments, she never would have been able to pass the class with more than a 345% because every time Ron or Harry made a rude comment about the man, Hermione would snap out of her fantasy and smack them upside the head.

�Ow! Damn Hermione. Can I help it if he does looks like a frog whose eyes are shooting out of his head when he casts a curse?� snapped Ron who was rubbing the back of his head. This was Professor Francis� first flaw.

�He does not,� she growled. Harry and Ron looked at each other and began smirking. They both agreed that he was better looking than Gilderoy Lockhart, but every time he drew his wand and cast a curse, his eyes would bulge. Ron had even transfigured a small toy frog to look like him. Minus the slicked back black hair, it had an eerie resemblance to Dolores Umbridge. Harry�s right hand still trembled at that thought. When Ron squeezed the frog, the eyes shot out about three inches and they would bust up laughing.

If Hermione had ever found out about this, they would have ended up in the infirmary for a week from her jinxing them. No, they made sure the frog remained their secret.

Hermione was clearly a favorite of Professor Francis. He would comment on her clothes, her hair, her teeth and sometimes he would actually compliment her on her work in DADA class. His compliments were corny. How many times could Hermione be flattered by the compliments on her teeth? This didn�t get past Harry and Ron, who would always add to his compliments.

�My Miss Granger, don�t you look pretty today,� said Ron.

�I love the way your socks match and the color. Is that slate gray or charcoal gray?� added Harry.

�Oh and your teeth. My, look how white they are. How long did you floss this morning Miss Granger?� added Ron.

�Shut it now!� she hissed. �You two are just jealous.�

�Jealous? Because Frogman, I mean Professor Francis is not complimenting me on my socks? Hermione, this is a DADA class. He should be complimenting you on your accomplishments, not your socks!�

�He does compliment me on my accomplishments.�

�When?� snapped Harry. �I remember you receiving a 297% on his last test and all he could say was, �Oooh Miss Granger, I love how white your teeth are.� � She gave them both a dirty look.

Class ended and Hermione grabbed her books and threw them in her book bag. She headed toward the professor just as she had done at the end of each class. To her displeasure, there were already four other girls waiting to see him. She was fuming while waiting her turn. She knew Harry was right, but Professor Francis was so handsome and she did enjoy the compliments. After all, he did pick her out to give compliments to.

�Professor Francis, wonderful class today,� squeaked Hermione whose turn had finally come.

�Aw, Miss Granger, I am pleased you enjoyed it and, oh my, I love what you have done with your teeth. They look even more beautiful than yesterday.�

Ron squeezed the frog and Harry started laughing. She spun around to give them a dirty look, but they were already running out the door. She turned back to Professor Francis and gazed into his handsome blue eyes.

�Is there anything else I can do for you Miss Granger?�

�Yes sir, you throw me on your desk and make love to me.�

�Yes, I could, but then I would get fired.� Hermione screamed, realizing she had just said her fantasy out loud and in front of him.

�Oh gods Professor, I am so sorry!� she stammered.

�Miss Granger, don�t be sorry. Most girls your age have the same fantasy, but if you were to come back in a year or two when you were not my student, I just may accommodate you.�

Biting her bottom lip, she murmured, �Yes sir.� And she left quickly.

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�Anything from the trolley dear?� asked an older witch.

�What?� asked Hermione, who had been day dreaming about Professor Francis and the day she accidentally propositioned him.

�Anything from the trolley?� repeated the witch.

�Oh, no thank you,� and the witch went on to the next compartment.

It had been two and a half years since Hermione graduated from Hogwarts. During the first two years, she had been studying potions non-stop. It was her ultimate goal to become a Potions Mistress and she was well on her way to doing so. Professor Severus Snape had such high expectations for his six and seventhr N.r N.E.W.T. students that Hermione was able to test out of the first three years of potions at the University, ultimately allowing her to immediately begin on her content courses.

Now she was returning to Hogwarts after Christmas break to finish the second half of her apprenticeship with Professor Snape. She rolled her eyes. It had been quite a journey to get him to accept her as his apprentice.

June 23

Dear Professor Snape,

I have just completed my required courses for the title Potions Mistress and have one final step to achieve, my apprenticeship. I have given this some thought and the only person that can give me the best education possible is a true Potions Master and this is none other than you. So, my dear Professor Snape, will you allow me to be your apprentice for an entire year? I will be at your beck and call while continuing my education. Please give it some thought and I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

June 23

Dear Miss Granger,

No.

Sincerely,

Professor Snape
June 23
Dear Professor Snape,

I assumed you have at least given it more than half a day of thought. I was your best student and I no longer ask all of those ridiculous questions that drove you crazy. I am on bended knee, begging to be your apprentice. Please reconsider.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

June 25
Dear Miss Granger,

I have waited one and a half days before answering.

No.

Sincerely,

Professor Snape

June 25
Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I have asked Professor Snape twice to be his apprentice and as you had predicted, he said �no� both times. You mentioned that you would help me out if I needed it. Well, I need it.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

June 26
Dear Miss Granger,

I will take care of everything.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

June 26
Dear Miss Granger,

I would be honored for you to be my apprentice for the upcoming school year.

Sincerely,

Professor Snape

At one point, she had feared she would have to settle on another Potions Master since he flat out refused for her to be his apprentice. She was not sure how Dumbledore managed it, but somehow he made Professor Snape accept her request. But she could really care less since the main reason for returning to Hogwarts was for Professor Mortimer Francis. If it weren�t for him, she would have done her apprenticeship with anyone but Snape.

The train came to a halt, grabbing her bag and Crookshanks, she got off the train. The first half of the school term had gone by quickly. She had already completed the first half of her apprenticeship with Snape and had made a lot of progress with Mortimer. She and Mortimer had become an exclusive item during the first half of the school term. She had to keep close tabs on him since he was so good-looking and very talented, making him one of the most eligible bachelors in the wizarding community.

Hermione had always expected to find a man later in life, after she had completed her education, but for reasons unknown to her, she fell head over heels in lust, I mean love with Mortimer in her seventh year. She did not waste anytime stalking him and claiming him for her own.

Standing outside the train, Hermione would have normally just apparated to Hogwarts, but Albus had requested that she take the train to help keep an eye on the returning students. She agreed since it would allow her extra time to read Professor Snape�s required texts.

Now Professor Snape had been a surprise. She could hardly believe the greeting he gave her when she arrived at Hogwarts this past September to begin her apprenticeship.

�Miss Granger, how lovely to see you and I see you brought your fur ball, I mean cat, your lovely cat,� he said through gritted teeth. He remembered that damn cat from when he was trying to take Sirius Black into custody and it attacked him.

�Professor Snape, it is a pleasure to see you again,� she lied, looking at his greasy curtain of black hair. �I am looking forward to working with you.� �Eww,� she thought, �at least he didn�t smell.�

He glared at her, but forced a small smile upon his curled lip, �I can�t wait.� He escorted her to her rooms that were located in the dungeons and gave her a schedule of up coming events. She was assigned a seat at the High Table, next to him of course, so they could drive each other mad is the way Hermione thought of it.

All the time she wished she could have sit next to Mortimer, but he was sitting on the far end of the table next to the new Arithmancy professor, Shirley Caldwell. Hermione cringed at the thought. It was not a secret that they had been an item the year Hermione left for the University.

Hermione was shocked that her working relationship with Professor Snape was actually tolerable. He took the time to explain the processes and applications of potion making while patiently listening and answering her questions. She couldn�t help to think Albus had something to do with this, but she was not about to question it.

Here she was, standing on the platform, ready for the second half of her apprenticeship. She was looking for Mortimer, but he was nowhere to be found. �Damn him,� she thought. Grabbing her wand, she levitated her trunk onto a carriage and climbed in. The trip to the castle was quick. She got out and levitated her trunk to her rooms and changed from the long train trip. There was a knock on her door and she smiled, knowing it was him.

She grabbed her newest piece of lingerie, held it against her body, over her clothes and opened the door. �Hello lover -� Immediately she bit her bottom lip and blushed. Hiding the lingerie behind her back she closed her eyes and cringed before saying, �Hello Professor Snape. Sorry about that.�

Snape rolled his eyes and walked into her rooms. �It�s quite alright Miss Granger. I can understand how anxious you must be to see your �lover,� � he almost choked on these words, �after all, it has been two whole weeks.�

She gave him a dirty look. �What do you want Severus?� They had been on a first name basis for quite a while, only using their surnames when students are around or when they chose to irritate each other.

�I am here to give you your schedule for the second term.� He handed her a scroll.

�And this couldn�t wait until after dinner?�

�You know me Hermione, I am always punctual, never leaving you to doubt anything for a second,� he sneered, clearly hinting at something she did not catch.

�If that is all then,� she was standing next to the open door.

�Yes, that is all, except,� but before leaving, he added, �I suggest you wear your lingerie without your clothes on. It will add to the excitement. I bet you could even manage to get Mortimer�s eyes to bulge out of their sockets.� She slammed the door on him. Snape walked away with a very satisfied grin on his face.

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A/N: Please review and let me know what you think so far!

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