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"He's a wanker, Mione," Ron reminded his good friend when he caught her glaring at the Head Table.

"He's always been a prat," Harry nodded, "and he'll always be a prat. Besides, it was only twenty points. He takes more than that from me every class usually."

"Yeah, but, no offense Harry, I didn't deserve to have points taken away while you tend to sometimes warrant such an act," Hermione smiled so he'd know she wasn't trying to be rude.

Ginny laughed as she leaned her head against her boyfriend's shoulder, "Sometimes? Hermione, you're too kind! Harry's a pain in the arse, especially in Potions."

"Am not," Harry sulked, green eyes shining with amusement as he thrust his lower lip out in a pout.

"Are too," Ginny smiled before she kissed him, "it's a good thing for you that I have a fondness for pains in the arse," she stopped and frowned, snickering as she said, "that didn't sound the way it was supposed to."

"We know what you meant," Lavender smiled before asking, "why did you get twenty points deducted, Hermione?"

"She and Malfoy got into a fight," Ron smirked, "and Mione won so she got points deducted."

"Another one?" Ginny rolled her eyes, "What was it about this time?"

"It wasn't a fight," Hermione hit Ron's arm, "it was just an intellectual difference of opinion regarding the healing powers of Jhirua potions versus Kahlias potions."

"We didn't understand it either," Harry whispered loudly when Lavender and Ginny just stared at Hermione.

"Malfoy was insisting that Kahlias potions were more helpful when any wizard worth holding their wand knows that Jhirua potions are the best," Hermione shook her head, "but does that arrogant prat ever listen to anyone? No, because he's too busy talking just because he likes the sound of his own voice!"

"Anyway," Ron interrupted with a slight smile, "Snape caught the end of their 'intellectual discussion' that happened to have been at a rather loud level and took twenty points from Hermione for yelling in class. Malfoy got to gloat the rest of Potions because he managed to get points taken from the Head Girl."

"Malfoy got detention, though, and that's worse than having points removed," Harry spoke up, shuddering, "detention with Snape? I'd rather lose a hundred points!"

"Why'd he get detention? Snape hates punishing any of the Slytherins, especially his golden boy Malfoy," Ginny said.

Hermione smirked, "Because he didn't know that Jhirau potions were superior. Snape said he obviously needed more time learning his potions if he expected to study Potions in the future."

"So you did win," Lavender said, "then why are you glaring at Snape?"

"Because he took twenty points from me for no reason other than the fact that a Gryffindor was smarter than a Slytherin, again," Hermione took a moment to again glare at the Potions Master.

"Just drop it," Ron whispered, "you know she hates getting into any kind of trouble."

The subject was dropped and the rest of the evening passed by quickly. It wasn't long before Hermione was finished with her assignments and changing for bed. Malfoy had come in when she was finishing her Arithmancy assignment and had glared at her before going into his room and slamming the door. He obviously hadn't enjoyed his attention, she thought with a smirk. She turned off the light and crawled into bed, deciding that it was almost worth losing twenty points to see Malfoy get a detention. She soon drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

**

"Granger, what kind of response is that? Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Hermione glared at Professor Snape, standing as she said, "No, Professor, twenty points from Slytherin for you being a pompous bastard who needs to pull the wand out of his arse!"

"What did you say?" he sneered, cold black eyes staring at her as the room grew completely silent.

"I said twenty points from Slytherin because you're a greasy haired git," Hermione moved closer, a smile on her lips.

"I will not stand here and be insulted by a student, especially not a know-it-all Gryffindor like you," Severus said.

"Then don't stand," Hermione arched a brow as she moved even closer, watching with satisfaction as he moved back.

"What?" "Kneel, Severus," she said, drawling out his name as she reached the front of the class. She watched his eyes narrow, deliberately running her tongue over her lips as she backed him against his desk. She smiled wickedly as she said, "I want you on your knees, Professor."

"Really, Miss. Granger, this is ridiculous," he sputtered, black eyes looking around the room at the silent students and then back at her.

"Miss? Aren't we so formal," Hermione mocked before she commanded, "On your knees!"

She watched with satisfaction as Severus Snape kneeled before her, his black robes billowing around him. Cold black eyes were watching her carefully, and she could see lust burning in their depths. She smiled, "This is what you like, isn't it, Severus? Being told what to do, forced into enjoying yourself, poor Sevie all alone with no one to play with. Lick my shoe."

"Granger," Severus started to stand.

"I want you to call me Hermione," she smirked as she put her hand on his shoulder to keep him kneeling. "Mistress is rather cliché, don't you think? Now quit talking and lick my shoe."

She didn't find it arousing for him to lick her shoe, actually finding it a bit gross, but he had treated her and her friends like something beneath his shoe for years so it only seemed fitting that she make him do something degrading before she made him pleasure her. She could feel wetness between her legs, rather turned on by ordering the gruff Potion Master around. She watched as he cringed and then slowly ran his tongue over her shoe. She heard some laughter mixed with some sounds of disgust coming from the other students, the brunette witch looking up and smiling as she caught Harry and Ron's stunned expressions. They hadn't seen nothing yet, she smirked. She looked back at Severus, running her hand through his hair, finding that it was, indeed, as greasy as it looked. She smiled, "Enough. There are far more entertaining things for you to lick, Sevie. Take off your robe."

"I refuse to allow you to treat me this way," Severus protested as he unfastened his robe.

"Not bad, Professor," Hermione smiled as he opened his robe, letting her see that he wore nothing beneath it except a pair of black shorts. He was thin and pale, not overly muscular but kind of sexy in a weird way. Judging from the bulge pressing against his shorts, he was enjoying her actions as much as she was. She pushed the robe off his shoulders, leaning down and running her tongue over his thin lips. She didn't kiss him, but she teased him, nibbling on his lips before releasing her grip on his chin. She stood back up and said, "Undress me, Severus."

"Yes, Hermione," he bowed his head slightly, lust in his eyes as he started to stand.

"I didn't tell you to stand, Severus," she said as she pushed him back down. "Tsk, tsk, Professor. Twenty points from Slytherin for not obeying instructions."

He slowly smiled as he reached his arm up and began to unfasten her robe. He let it fall to the ground before he worked on the buttons of her shirt. Hermione looked at her fellow classmates, finding it rather exciting that there was an audience watching her and Snape. She'd never been much of an exhibitionist but she rather liked their eyes on her. She was proud of her body, even though it wasn't perfect. She had full breasts and long legs, a nice curvy shape and her hair, while still a bit of a disaster at times, fell down her back in soft curls that were the color of dark caramel. She didn't show off her figure, but there was nothing to be ashamed of, either. She looked back down at Snape, seeing the look of concentration on his face as he finished removing her shirt. Her skirt followed, leaving her in a set of lacy knickers and a red bra. She went to his desk, making herself comfortable on top of it. Looking at him, she said, "Stand, Severus, and come here."

Severus stood and moved towards her, stepping between her legs. She motioned to her bra, arching a brow as she waited for him to finish undressing her. He unsnapped it, groaning softly when her full breasts were bared to his view. Her nipples were a pale pink, already hard, and there were freckles scattered over her body. She raised her hips, letting him remove the panties. He tossed the soaking knickers on the pile of clothes, watching as she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs, one of her legs resting on his desk while the other hung off the edge.

"Make me come, Severus," she challenged, already anticipating the feel of his large nose against her clit. She didn't have long to wait as he lowered his head and ran his tongue along her wet slit. She stared at her classmates above his head, her hand moving to knead her breast as he lapped at her juices. She smiled as she moved against his face, moans coming from her lips as she soon forgot the audience and let him fuck her with his mouth and hands. He was good, knowing exactly where to lick and touch to get the best response. She felt two fingers push inside, her head falling back as she pushed against him, groaning his name as he ran his tongue over her clit. She could feel the sweat on her body as he teased her, working her to release. Looking back at the students, she saw that some of the boys were stroking themselves beneath their robes, her eyes noticing that Harry and Ron were looking away, presumably not enjoying the sight of the girl they considered a sister being fucked by their hated Potions professor. She looked away from them, smiling as she saw Neville leaning forward for a better view. He'd grown up over the years, now over a head taller than her, the baby fat fading and leaving a muscular and slightly stocky young man. He was a nice looking guy, not as good-looking as Harry or Malfoy, but cute. He was still a bit shy, which she found rather charming and refreshing. She moaned as Severus sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth scraping slightly over the bundle of nerves. She cried out his name as she came, her juices forming a puddle on the desk beneath her.

He continued to lick and suck, not stopping until she was barely breathing. Her hand tangled in his greasy hair and she pulled his head back, missing the feel of his nose against her clit but knowing that she wanted to have a bit more fun with the Potions professor. She leaned forward and ran her tongue his face, tasting herself on his sweat flesh. She smiled, "Twenty points to Slytherin for being so fucking talented with your tongue."

"Thank you, Hermione," he smiled smugly, running his tongue over his lips as he adjusted his hard cock against his shorts.

"I want to ride you, Professor," she decided as she slid off the desk. She moved her hand over his cock, squeezing him, feeling the wet fabric of his boxers against her hand. She led him to the nearest table, arching a brow at the students sitting there, not surprised when they gladly moved to a different seat after looking over her body. Slytherins, she smirked as she gestured to the table. Snape crawled on to it, laying down, black eyes watching her. She straddled him, moving her hands into the waist of his shorts and pulling them down. She heard a few surprises gasps from the females and possibly some of the males as his cock sprang into view. A nice length, not too fat, not too thin, she positioned her wetness over him and slowly sunk down. He arched up, driving himself completely into her. She began to move against him, playing with her breasts as she rode him.

She leaned over, letting his mouth suck on her nipples, biting her lip as he licked her breasts, his hands moving behind her back to squeeze her arse. She looked up and noticed that they still had their audience, some of the students openly masturbating as they watched the show. She smiled before moaning, "Fuck me, Severus. Make me come."

He seemed to like hearing her instructions, thrusting deeper into her, one of his hands moving between her legs. His thumb brushed against her clit, rubbing her pleasure button as he began to increase his speed. She sat up, arching her back, displaying her saliva-covered breasts as she squeezed him tightly. She began to grind against him, feeling her release approaching. She looked into his face, saw the need in his eyes, purring, "Come for me, Sevie," before she met his thrust and exploded, her juices covering him as he grunted and came, his seed mixing with her release and dripping down his cock. Hermione ran a hand through her curly brown hair and smiled as she straightened up, huskily saying, "Twenty points for being a good fuck," watching his lips curve into a satisfied smile. She laughed as she looked up, finding her attention caught by intense pale gray eyes, watching as one lid slowly lowered into a wink.

Hermione woke up suddenly, noticing that her sheets were wrapped around her legs and her body was sweaty. Shaking her head, she tried to remember what she'd dreamed. Something about Snape, she recalled with a slight grimace. Snape was rather attractive in a strange way and she'd once had a slight crush on him because she sort of found the whole sarcastic and rude bastard thing attractive, but he wasn't at the top of her fantasy list by any means. Flashes of the dream came back to her and she slowly smiled. Oh, wow, she was getting rather depraved. Having sex with her professor in the middle of class while her fellow students watched? That was definitely a new one, she laughed softly. She rubbed her legs together, deciding that she wasn't in need of release. She settled back on her pillows, yawning as she closed her eyes. After a while, she drifted off back to sleep.