Hermione Learns Her Lesson

Hermione was on her way to potions class when she ran into Professor Snape in the corridor. "Ms. Granger, come this way please," Snape said icily. Reluctantly she followed Snape's long trailing coat into his office. He lowered himself behind a large oak desk. "Close the door behind you," he said. Hermione quietly turned, and leaned her weight against the massive door. "Ms. Granger, your work as of late has been below par. What do you have to say for yourself?" Hermione was still standing in the doorway, her hands gingerly clasping

the hem of her skirt. "Professor, I mean no disrespect, but with all the stress of exams I haven't been concentrating on my work like I should be. I've had 3 exams and your term paper to do this week. Why in all the commotion I barely had time to celebrate my birthday. 18th you know." "Why are you still hovering in the doorway?" Snape asked, his eyes cool and piercing. "Sit!" He turned his back to her and focused his attention on the filing cabinet behind him, as if he weren't the least

bit excited by the prospect of having that snotty bitch Hermione alone

in his corner office. Hermione gingerly lowered herself into an armchair. Snape turned around to face her, coming out from behind the desk, his body tall and looming over her. Hermione noticed he was eyeing the dark shadowy patch between her legs and under her skirt and she quickly pressed her legs together self-consciously.