Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ THE MOST POWERFUL URGE OF ALL ❯ Make Me Hate You ( Chapter 2 )

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Hermione's butt stung like crazy by stroke 15, it was an odd mixture of outright pain and unexpected pleasure. Instinctively, her palm reached to her buttocks in order to rub it.

Hermione felt her heart skip a beat when Snape grabbed her wrist, preventing her attempt to sooth the pain.

"You are not supposed to ease it." Snape ordered, releasing her skirt from the waistband. Hermione was relieved and disappointed at the same time of this weird and confusing situation being apparently over. "This is still part of your punishment. When the lingering pain subsides little by little, you will have time to think about your mischief and internalise its consequences."

"Yes, Professor." Hermione replied, still bent over the desk, not daring to move an inch. Snape's voice was even more terrifying when she couldn't see him.

"Now turn around, girl." She heard him say.

Girl? He's only called me girl once, in year one, and then it was "silly girl"...

Hermione recalled the past and did as she was told. When she had turned around, she realized that the Professor was still standing quite close, not minding her personal space, glancing down at her. "This was your first spanking, I presume?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir. First and only." This time Hermione held his gaze, trying to find just the tiniest hint of emotion in his eyes. It was hard to tell if his pupils had dilated - which Hermione knew would have been an unmistakable sign of arousal - as they were almost black by nature already. Silent seconds passed as they were gauging each other intensely.

"And you deserved it, didn't you?" Snape asked, inclining his head. Hermione wasnt sure what to answer. After all she had blown up school property. "Probably, Sir." She reluctantly answered and blushed.

Hermione thought she heard Snape inhale sharply, however suppressed, as he formed the next question. "...and you enjoyed it." Instantly Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Didn't you, naughty girl?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Oh boy, now it is even "naughty" girl? Blimey!

Since she was obviously too confused to answer, Snape began to speak again. "Do. Not. Lie. To. Me!" Hermione felt the adrenaline rushing through her veins, her heart racing. Raising an eyebrow, the Professor continued. "Well, anyway. Your scent betrayed you already..."

No, he didnt say that, did he? Oh my god! Busted!

Holding her breath, Hermione bit back the urge to just run and hide somewhere. This was so shameful, so embarrassing. Snape knew. He knew all the time! And now he was jibing at her.

Oh, what a cruel man you are, Severus Snape!

Hermione didn't know what to say, neither did she know what to do. Being speechless, she just kept staring at Snape, hoping for this being just a bad dream.

"Breathe, Miss Granger." Snape said sardonically. "Fainting has become unfashionable since at least a century." Since Hermione seemed to be completely intimidated, he took a step back, nevertheless, keeping constant eye contact. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief.

"However, I am curious how you are going to..." Snape paused for effect. "...explain this rather fatal and mislead attraction towards my person." He crossed his arms and waited for Hermione to finally find her tongue again.

Tears were flooding her eyes as Hermione yelled in frustration. "Explain? You want me to explain this?" She trembled in every limb. "How am I supposed to explain something I don't understand myself? I'm going mad with these feelings and the hell I don't know why!" Hermione blubbered out. "I just want you to..."

Snape narrowed his eyes. "...want me to...what?"

Hermione swallowed audibly. "Release me from this obsession before I'm going completely mad!" She shouted, surprised by her sudden braveness.

Unexpectedly, the Professor shortened the distance again, effectively capturing Hermione with his arms between the desk and himself, his face just inches away from hers now. "Be careful what you wish for, little girl." He hissed.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, answering quietly. "Please, Professor...make me hate you..."

...so I can stop hating myself for craving for this...

Snape winced. "Make me hate you." Her inept words echoed in his mind - and they did hurt. "Walk in the park." He murmured with replacing this unwanted and grievous emotion with common sense, he gave preference to biology and logic to justify his intentions. It was a clear fact that nothing bu the most powerful urge of all, the human sex drive, had brought Hermione Granger to him tonight, although she might not be aware of it, yet.

An urge, so much more powerful than hatred or love, which was, biologically speaking, mostly a simple, short-lived hormonal imbalance.

A thought flashed through his mind. Since sex was a very rare occurrence for him, why deny it? After all, she was literally begging for it, even though in a very clumsy way. No, he couldnt do that...or could he?

After considering for a little while, he lifted Hermione by the hips, aquiver with excitement, and placed her easily upon the table surface, facing him. "Lean back." He commanded. Hermione complied, painfully reminded of the mess of purple welts on her butt as she did so. Closing her eyes, she suddenly realized that her anxiety, fear and confusion began to give way for joyful anticipation.

Her breathing hitched as she felt her skirt being tucked in the waistband again, followed by the removal of her knickers. She preferred to keep her eyes shut; then she heard the rustle of fabric and finally felt Snape's hand upon her thigh.

"You have done this before?" The Professor asked in a hoarse voice.

Er, lying on my back upon my teacher's desk with no panties on? - Um, well, no!

Hermione looked up and frowned. "Done what?"

"Sex, silly girl." He replied, looking annoyed.

Oh great, now we're back to "silly girl" again...

"Um...yes?" Hermione blushed even deeper. Snape nodded in silent approval and Hermione was grateful he didn't ask for further details.

Snape suspected Ronald Weasley having played a part in that matter; however, it was none of his business so why should he care? Though, it remained to be seen if Miss Granger had taken it into consideration that there was most likely a difference in "dimension" between a teenage boy and a fully-grown man...

A/N: I know, Im mean. Couldnt resist to build up a little more tension before releasing it. ;-) Hope you enjoyed? Update coming soon, so please let me know what you think of my 2nd chap. Thanks!^^