A Detention to Remember
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"Miss Granger" said Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, in his deep, sensual voice, "Just what do you think you are doing?"
"Um…making a potion," Hermione said tentatively trying to avoid the potion master's intense gaze.
"Yes I can see that, but I can also see that this is not you're cauldron," In a voice that barley hid his annoyance for the Gryffindor know-it-all. She was once again trying to aid Neville Longbottem with his potions assignment for the day. This of course happened every day but today Snape was feeling especially irritated at her inability to control her know-it-all tendencies. "I think a detention will serve to remind you who the potions master is in this class"
"But sir, I was just trying to help…" said Hermione in a disbelieving voice.
"Be that as it may," interrupted Snape, "This boy needs to learn how to brew these potions properly, with out your assistance," As he finished with an icy glare at Neville which caused the boy to shudder with fear.
"Yes sir," Hermione said with her eyes cast down.
"Good, then report to my office at eight o'clock this evening," Snape said to his brightest 6th year student who could also be the most thick headed of them all.
"Yes sir," replied Hermione, finally meeting her Professor's eyes.
"Very well, and oh, before I forget," said Snape with an evil glace in her direction, "20 points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all". And with that he walked back to his desk to finish grading the papers he was currently scrutinizing.
Hermione however, who had finished her potion already 10 min ago, continued to watch her teacher as he continued to grade the papers in front of him. He wasn't what most people would call handsome but there was something about him that made him attractive. He was tall and one could guess that he was well built by the way his robes tightened around his arms when he bent them to reach for something or stir one the potions. He had long slender fingers which were graceful as he handled ingredient and potions. But the most attractive feature of all was his eyes. They were dark and endless like a cloudy night with the occasional twinkle of a distant star and they seemed to stretch on for eternity. One could lose themselves in those eyes if they weren't careful.
Snape could feel someone watching him while he worked. Years of being a double agent will do that to you. He looked up to find Hermione watching him with an intensity which sent a chill down his spine. Women didn't usually look at him the way she was now, it was alluring and inviting, seductive and sweet, and it turned him on to be quite frank. He could feel the beginning of arousal between his legs and shifted on his stool to become more comfortable.
Hermione, who had been watching him intently, noticed the shift and smirked to herself. He finally disengaged her gaze and went back to work as if nothing had happened. Hermione knew better. "Tonight's detention is going to be VERY interesting," she thought to herself.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron arrived at the Great Hall for dinner at 6:30. They sat down at the Gryffindor table next to their fellow class mates and started to eat. The time passed by quickly and before she knew it, it was 7:45.
"Well I guess I better leave, don't want to give him another excuse to assign more detention," said Hermione.
"Yeah I guess your right," replied Harry.
"Don't be too late 'Mione," said Ron with a sympathetic look.
"I'll try not to, but with him you never know," said Hermione warily. "Anyway, don't wait up!" And with that she got up and left for the dungeons.
Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, I have more written but I'm still in the process of writing out the rest of the scene. Should be up soon!! Remember reviews love