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Chapter 1 ~ Prologue
Slimy
Evil
Vicious
Eldritch
Rude
Ugly
Sarcastic
Sickening
Nasty
Asshole
Putrid
Erotic
Her brow furrowed in concentration, eighteen-year-old Hermione Granger looked over the list of words she associated with her snarky Potions Professor, Severus Snape with satisfaction. Yes, the list described him all right.
Hermione was in Potions class, smarting from another unfair loss of points by Snape. He was such a bastard. Just because she helped a fellow student pick up some spilled lacewings, he had taken thirty points from Gryffindor. Then, when she protested, he took twenty more, leveling his black eyes at her and daring her to say another word.
The Potions Master represented every single word on her list to some extent. She had ugly down, but he wasn’t ugly. He just had a big nose and very fine hair that looked greasy. But it sounded mean and hateful to call him ugly, so she did. Putrid was another stretch, since he actually smelled quite nice most of the time, but right now he stunk of unfairness. Slimy, well he was more like slithery, the way he crept around trying to catch people breaking rules…she’d change that one.
Hermione looked at the last word with a little trepidation. She had run out of nasty E words and wanted to keep the list honest. Despite all his horrible traits, Severus Snape dripped sexuality. At least to Hermione. He seemed like he would take a woman and just swallow her whole. How Hermione came to this conclusion? By watching him. The way he was. The Professor dominated his Potions class, was selfish with his possessions and property, and any project applied himself to was handled with focus, the wizard zeroing in on his task unceasingly until he reached completion.
Hermione imagined with a woman he would be the same way. He’d dominate her, be possessive of her, and when he fucked her, he’d apply himself unceasingly until he brought her to completion. Hermione tried to control these thoughts about the dark wizard, but it was hard. Even pissed off at him she retained this view of him, wondering if her assessment was right, and what it would be like to be the woman of Severus Snape. To hear him speak in that silky, sexy voice as he ran those long pale fingers over her skin, or look into those black eyes as they hovered over hers. She shuddered.
Suddenly her list was snatched out her hand.
Oh, gods, Professor Snape had it, and was reading it. Shit. Shit. Shit. His eyes scanned down the page, then his eyebrows rose. His black eyes shifted to Hermione thoughtfully. He turned and walked back to his desk, list in hand.
“Detention, Miss Granger. Tonight here in the Potions classroom. Eight o’clock,” he said silkily. $quot;Be prepared to discuss your ‘list’.”
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