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She squirmed in her chair, trying to alleviate the pressure building in her core.
“...and after the third anti-clockwise stir is when you add the powdered scarab.”
Hermione bit her lips to stifle a moan trying to escape. Had his voice always been so sensuous?
His dark eyes were on her and looked as impatient as always…but they also seemed deep and mesmerizing. Dark as night, the kind of gaze one could get lost in.
“Mmhm,” she hummed in agreement as she nodded her head. She hoped he wouldn't ask her to repeat anything he had just said.
Professor Snape took a slow step towards her, then another and she felt her heart speed up anticipating his closeness.
Hermione kept her eyes down on her cauldron, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell the state she was in.
She let out a small squeak as a hand smacked down on her desk, rattling her not-so-carefully laid out ingredients.
Had his fingers always been so slender? She wondered how the calluses she could see would feel tracing down the side of her neck…
“Then why is it, Apprentice Granger, that you added lacewing flies, after the third stir?” he asked, his voice low and angry.
Part of her brain knew that she should be fearful of that tone, it would warn her of extra work, late into the night but the sudden dampness between her thighs derailed any logical thought.
“I… I don't know, sir,” she answered breathlessly.
“You don't know?” he sneered, leaning over. His face was so close to her own that she could smell him. Herbs, a hint of sweat and something entirely….man.
Hermione closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling her nipples harden at his scent.
"N…no, sir,” she admitted.
The professor straightened up. “You can try again after dinner, then,” he said before vanishing her cauldron with a wandless “Evanesco.”
Hermione let out a quiet whimper.
“Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind about taking you on as an apprentice,” he growled.
On shaky knees, Hermione got up from her seat and headed towards the door in a hurry.
She nearly collided with a cohort of first-year Hufflepuffs as she hurried to her quarters.
She slammed the door behind her, locking it with a spell and slumped against it.
She hiked up her skirt and slid her hand into her drenched knickers eager for some relief.
“It's the last time I agree to test out new Weasley Wizarding Wheezes products,”
she breathed before closing her eyes.