Hermione Granger Gothic Challenge

AN: Again, apologies for the lateness of this update. Summer and senior year have really rattled my cage, so things aren't very consistent. Enjoy, and R&R!

Chapter Seven

Hermione went through her classes with a Cheshire cat grin that day, as well as feeling supremely pleased with herself. She had already formulated a plan of attack for the next class in a few days. The next few days were a blur of homework and droning teachers, including an extremely distraught McGonagall. None of it really registered with her brain. Friday she awoke feeling energized and ready for the day, she was a young woman with a purpose. She didn't even realize that it was still gray outside.

She dressed a tad more demurely than her first step of seduction. Her skirt was still just as short- an altered version of the school uniform. Under her robes she had on a combination of a spaghetti strap tank top and a sheer long sleeve shirt with sleeves that covered her palms over it. Her hair was up in a ponytail, the hair still curly. She applied her standard makeup, grabbed her bag and marched out of the room. Dashing by the Great Hall, she grabbed a bagel and dashed to the dungeon.

Once again, she was the first to arrive in the empty classroom. She placed her bag next to her seat and threw her robes over the back of her chair. She headed towards the front of the room and sat herself-once again- on the corner of Severus' desk to wait patiently for him.

Severus awoke surprisingly refreshed and relaxed. His sedative had worked surprisingly well and he had slept like a log. Then he remembered his first class of the day, and was hit with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He decided to actually partake in breakfast today, no matter how minimal his meal actually was. Unfortunately, when he reached the Great Hall, his anticipation won out and he headed directly to his classroom, all the while steeling himself for Hermione's presence.

When he reached the room, he was not disappointed, and he was welcomed by a smiling Hermione Granger. He sat down at his desk, pulled out some essays, and then commanded Hermione.

"Get off my desk, Miss Granger." He was surprised when she slid off the desk and walked around behind him, rather than settling herself in his lap as she had last time. A part of his brain was very upset.

Hermione smirked as she went around behind Severus, running a hand u his arm and onto his shoulder. She placed her other hand on his opposite shoulder and leaned forward, making sure that her breasts pressed into his back as she spoke into his ear.

"You feel very tense…Professor." She let her tongue slip out and swipe his earlobe before leaning back again. She began using her palms to rub at the knots in his shoulders while her thumbs worked at the base of his neck.

Severus restrained a moan as Hermione worked through the tension that had built in his back and shoulders. She had begun to work her way down his back from his shoulders and was even humming-surprisingly enough- Carmen under her breath. The un-graded essays lay across his desk, but he could barely see them for the amazing sensation in his back.

Hermione smiled as she worked, not even noticing when she started humming gently under her breath. She didn't even attempt anything overtly naughty either, for which she was very proud. When the first bell rang she stopped her ministrations, sliding her hands back over Severus' shoulders. She leaned forward again, this time to place a rather chaste kiss on his cheek before begin to walk over to her seat. Severus snagged her wrist as she walked away and she whipped her head around.

"Carmen?" he said with a smirk. A flush crept onto Hermione's cheeks as she smiled sheepishly.

"A girl has to have her hobbies, right?" Severus nodded and released her wrist, and Hermione sat in her seat just as other students began to filter in. Severus found himself being surprisingly lenient with his students that day.

Hermione remained in her seat until the rest of the class filtered out; although she was sure she'd have to smack the knowledgeable grin off Draco's face before shoving him out the door. Thankfully, he took her glare as a message and skittered away. She rose slowly, taking her time to collect her things and peered over her shoulder as she began to leave.

"L'amour est enfant de Bohême, il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;" Hermione smiled as Severus' scowl faded slightly, and strode out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.

Severus remained at his desk, puzzling over what Hermione had said. She could have meant it several ways, and some of them were hazardous to his mental health.

Hermione was glad at the success of her 'mission' that morning. She wasn't aiming to leave him supremely frustrated sexually, because that would draw the focus away from her goal: an actual relationship with Severus. Simple sex was not enough. Sure, sex was nice-Hermione couldn't deny that fact-but she didn't want to just rush into things, rushing leads to mistakes and ruin. She would take it slow, and let Severus come to her. She would let him see what she had to offer and let his curiosity take him over.

AN: Short chapter I know, but I'm short on time and updates, so this is just to tide the readers over.

The translation of this is: Love is a gypsy child, it has never, never known law