A Slytherin’s Mortification

I want to give a great big thank you hug to CourtneyRochelle for combing through this and helping me make this presentable for reading. I really appreciate it a lot. Thank you!

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Pansy was in a plaintive mood as she entered the common room to change into her outdoor boots for her detention with Hagrid, feeling queasy and apprehensive about her detention. What if what Granger said was true? Professor Hagrid would be feeling the effects of the philter right about now, looking for any woman, any witch, to abate the searing heat and sexual tension in his body. The thought of Hagrid looming over her with a stiffie was enough to make Pansy nearly panic.

Millicent was in the chairs under the windows, regaling the girls with her story of how Theodore and she got together, not even mentioning the philter she'd used on him. As she watched Millicent acting like such a cosmopolite, Pansy wanted to strangle the girl and wipe the gleam in her eyes off her pug-nosed face.

"What's the matter, Pans?" Draco asked as he approached her. "You look positively pugnacious, like you're about ready to objurgate someone. Is it Millicent?"

"No, it's not her – not really," she said, turning to go. "I just, well, I have detention with Hagrid."

"Pans?" he said, grabbing her arm. "What's with you? I haven't seen you like this – well, in a long time. Tell me what's going on."

"You'll be furious if I do," she sighed. "Anyway, I have to find someway to get out of my detention tonight. I can't face Hagrid – not tonight!"

"Why are you worried about serving detention with him? Detention with that brainless oaf is easy," he said, crossing his arms and staring at her intently. "Come clean."

She could see the stubborn tick in his jaw and knew that he'd not let her go until she 'came clean.' "You know how all of a sudden Millicent and Theodore are having this torrid love affair? How they're suddenly this amorous couple, and he's all over her? And it just seemed to happen right after dinner?" Draco nodded and waved his hand to indicate that she should get to the point. "She slipped something into his goblet at dinner."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Like what exactly? Out with it, Pans. I know Legilimency, and you don't know how to Occlude me."

Pansy's heart skipped at the threat. She knew he would use Legilimency and had done it to her in the past just for practice. It was unnerving, having Draco rooting around in her mind. It wasn't something she'd allow willing again if she could help it. "It's a philter, a love potion, one that makes the drinker react on his or her base sexual desires, and if he or she doesn't – they literally burn up with the lust..."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Who made it?"

Pansy looked down at her shinny oxfords. "I did." She looked up at Draco, knowing she was blushing. "I made it to put in your wine at dinner, and Millicent found out and wanted some for Theodore." She would have given anything – even her Galleons in her Gringotts account – if she could only Apparate away. "I know that a relationship of this kind is just a delusion, an evanescent, but I really miss you – us! I wanted us back, you and me. I was – am jealous, okay!"

"Oh, Pans," Draco said, pulling her into a hug. "We just drifted. You – me, we want different things. I changed and you didn't like it. I was trying to be what I wasn't, and you kept trying to make me into that kind of wizard. We wouldn't have worked out."

She looked up at him, hoping that now he knew, she'd be able to get him to help her. "But I have detention with Hagrid!"

"So?" he asked, confused.

"He took the philter!" she admitted, feeling sick to her stomach as image of a giant-sized penis filled her mind.

"What?" Draco gasped as he thrust her at arm's length to look at her face.

"Yes, that great, big, hoary, half-giant took the philter! Tonight, his goblet, it was spiked with the potion!" Pansy rambled, suddenly quite voluble as feelings of terror and dread filled her. "He's – he's... He's going to – you know – want to... Bloody Mother of Merlin, I – he's... Help me!" She looked up at him, knowing she looked desperate – as desperate as she felt. "Please, Draco!"

Draco watched her a moment then pulled her a little closer. "All right, you promise to use your mouth like you used to, and I'll get you out of detention," he said conspiratorially in her ear. "All night, just like you used to."

Pansy looked at him in shock and then smiled sheepishly thinking she should at least be a bit cavil to his suggestion. "All right. Better you than him," she said, trying to sound as if she was relenting to his request rather than feeling like she was soaring on Firebolts.

Draco smirked as if he'd pulled one over on her. "And you are to swear that what I tell you – give you, remains a secret between us. No one, and I mean no one, is to know I have them."

"What?" she asked, wondering what he had in mind. Trust Draco to come up with something so quickly.

"I've got Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles. To really get Madam Pomfrey, I suggest you try the Fever Fudge with the Puking Pastilles, and tell her you're reacting from a potion. I'll come up right after with the anti-dote, and you'll be right as rain. She'll send you to bed and send an owl to Hagrid telling her that you'll do your detention tomorrow," he explained and then his expression became stern. "But you are going to owe me – and you know what I want."

Pansy nodded, and Draco grinned. "Com'on then," he said, urging her to follow him to his room.

~*~

Hermione knocked on the door to Severus' office feeling a maelstrom of emotions, from nervous apprehension to anxious excitement, not sure how the man inside would react to her, considering their actions the night before.

The vehement bark of, "Enter," nearly made her heart skip a beat. Two Slytherins turned as she entered, both showing smiles of schadenfreude before they turned back around to face Severus. "Do I make myself clear?" he asked the two fifth years. Both nodded, clearly looking chastised. "Now get back to the common room, and I don't want to hear Professor Sprout ever complain about this again." He looked up at Hermione, his eyes calculating as the two Slytherins scrambled to leave his office.

"Professor," she said politely as she walked forward. Severus had moved around his desk and leaned against it with his arms crossed as she approached. Hermione's eyes followed him, stopping on a picture on his shelves of a cowering woman, screaming and writhing in pain. She realized it was one of the pictures from his Defense classroom, stacked on top of the shelf in his office. She'd always thought them to be kitsch.

"You don't approve of those, do you?" he asked, making her turn away from the image that was all too reminiscent of her own experience of the Cruciatus Curse. "They were a teaching tool, to make you all aware of just how real the threat of the Dark Arts are, that some wizards, and witches, have no compunction inflicting that on others." He crossed one ankle over the other. "So, please explain to me just why you felt the compunction of poisoning me with a bloody philter?"

"I didn't poison you," she started to say and flinched as his expression became angry. "So much for auspicious beginnings," she mumbled softly.

"Is that what you thought would happen? You thought that you'd inveigle upon me to begin a relationship with you under such trickery? By using a potion that would be an abulia on my self-control? How dare you?" he sneered.

She felt her nervousness suffuse throughout her entire body under his glare and harsh words. "I looked up the potion in the library. It's an inhibitor; it lowers one's judgment and brings out the drinker's base animal instincts..."

"It's a philter – a love potion that affects the drinker's ability to control their sexual urges. I know which potion it is! I want to know where you got it from, and why you gave it to me," he said coolly.

Hermione looked at him feeling abashed. "I simply switched Draco's goblet for yours – which you already know. I was certain that you'd be able to make an anti-dote in time, and if not, I was willing – desirous, even, of helping you."

He was glaring at her. "You wanted to shag your professor. How devious of you. I would have thought you beyond such petty school girl crushes."

"It's not like that at all!" she exclaimed, disconcerted by his anger.

"What? You thought that the potion would transmute my acerbic nature to one more pleasing and amiable?" he asked with one eyebrow arched reprovingly.

"I don't in any way misprize what happened," she stated, hoping that he'd see her sincerity and it would assuage his temper. "I freely admit that I wanted it to happen."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," she answered fervently.

"Prove it," he said in his lazy drawl, clearly challenging her statement.

"Sir?" she asked. Hermione thought that was exactly what she was doing.

"Kiss me."

She suddenly realized what he expected. If she were to prove to him that this was what she wanted, she would have to make the first move and show him. Without hesitation, she walked up to him and wrapped her arm around his waist to pull him to her while lifting a hand to cup his head to bring his lips down on hers. He'd uncrossed his arms and reciprocated, embracing her and leaning down to allow her to kiss him. Instead of a light chaste kiss, Hermione lent herself into a sensual kiss, urging his mouth open with her tongue. He responded in kind, and the kiss deepened, becoming demanding and hungry as she melted against him, pouring her desire for him through every poor of her body. He groaned – or it could have been her – and her hand slid down his body, creasing, exploring, and eagerly groping at him.

His groan deepened into a growl that excited her, and his mouth left hers. Hermione angled her head, tasting the skin on his throat, his neck, and found his earlobe, sucking on it and tugging it gently with her teeth. His hands roamed freely over her body, tugging and pulling at her clothes. The feel of his hands on her skin emboldened her to try and unfasten his buttons, becoming frustrated that there were so many. Severus chuckled and waved his hand down his front and they all came undone at once.

"Gods, I'd love to learn that!" she exclaimed, kissing his firm chest as she opened his clothes for better access.

"Why am I not surprised," he said silkily.

His robes, coat, and shirt were hanging open on his lean frame, exposing him to her explorations and kisses. He shoved her blouse and robes off her shoulders and lavished her skin with silky caresses and tender nibbles with abandon between fevered kisses. Growling, he pushed her back and swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the back wall. He kicked the base of a bookshelf, saying simply, "Open," and carried her into a well-appointed sitting room. He crossed swiftly, through another door to a bedroom and threw her on the bed. "This is you're last chance," he said gruffly.

"I was hoping it would be my second," she said cheekily. "And the start of many more."

"Careful what you ask for, witch." He leaned over her and pressed her back onto his bed with a passionately hungry kiss. "If I take you – make you mine – you're mine. No going back – ever."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," she tried to reply against his mouth.

A tintinnabulation sounded out of nowhere, and Severus swore, stopping suddenly and rested his forehead on her chest. "Damn." He rose, waving his hand at his shirt, making all his buttons fasten, quickly tucking his shirt in his trousers. He repeated the wandless, non-verbal spell on his coat, and turned, grabbing his robes. Hermione had never seen anyone dress so quickly. "You may stay here. I'll be right back. Do not touch anything – or wander around my rooms. I will know if you do. The books on the bedside table are safe enough."

She waited, feeling a little uncomfortable to just lounge on his bed, so she picked up a book and went to wait for him in his sitting room. The soft warm brown furnishings, dark green pillows and Persian rug were not what she'd expected. The wall of bookshelves overflowing with books, jars of stuff, various skulls and strange items, were expected. He stormed in, the sounds of a vociferous argument coming from the doorway before the door closed. "I will be a while. House business," he stated irritably. He pulled a vial from a large double wardrobe that Hermione noticed had been converted into shelves and drawers as storage for his own potions and ingredients.

He stopped to look at her, smiling at the casual way she'd curled up on his large armchair. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, his smile becoming an amused smirk. "I'll be back. I expect we will need to talk about this," he added and disappeared into his office. The sound of Malfoy's voice as he argued with another boy, over Millicent Bulstrode's wailing cries, once again filled the room briefly. Hermione thought she recognized the other boy's voice as being Mr. Nott, wondering what those three could be fighting over.

The minutes ticked by slowly. Hermione found the book interesting, but her attention was focused on when Severus would return. The door finally opened, and Severus walked in, smirking at her position in his chair. "Didn't like being in my bed?" he asked as he sat down in the chair opposite her.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I just... didn't feel comfortable being there without you. So I came in here to wait."

"If you are going to be a proponent of my disregarding my ethics regarding the teacher-student relationship, start convincing," he challenged her.

"Happily, Severus," she replied, amused at his surprised reaction to the sound of his name purring from her lips. Hermione set the book down and climbed up on his lap, straddling his legs, smiling as he slid her robes and blouse off her shoulders again. "Now where were we?" she asked and kissed him.

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Author's Notes:

So Hermione278 I finished it and made it a happily or at least implied a happily-ever-after story. Hope you liked it.

The word list (swiped from the past week's list from dictonary.com):

September 13th:

1. plaintive

2. cosmopolite

3. regale

4. torrid

5. evanescent

6. hoary

7. auspicious

September 20th:

1. kitsch

2. suffuse

3. disconcert

4. vociferous

5. tintinnabulation

6. misprize

7. proponent

Words from a previous list: Do you remember their definitions?

1. pugnacious

2. objurgate

3. voluble

4. cavil

5. maelstrom

6. vehement

7. schadenfreude

8. inveigle

9. transmute

10. acerbic

11. assuage

.......Words with Definitions from September 13th:. ......

plaintive \PLAYN-tiv\, adjective:

Expressive of sorrow or melancholy; mournful; sad.

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cosmopolite \koz-MOP-uh- lyt\, noun:

1. One who is at home in every place; a citizen of the world; a cosmopolitan person.

2. (Ecology) An organism found in most parts of the world..

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regale \rih-GAY(uh) L\, transitive verb:

1. To entertain with something that delights.

2. To entertain sumptuously with fine food and drink.

intransitive verb:

1. To feast.

noun:

1. A sumptuous feast.

2. A choice food; a delicacy.

3. Refreshment.

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torrid \TOR-uhd\, adjective:

1. Violently hot; drying or scorching with heat; burning; parching; as, "torrid heat."

2. Characterized by intense emotion; as, "a torrid love affair."

3. Emotionally charged and vigorously energetic; as, "a torrid dance."

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evanescent \ev-uh-NES-unt\ , adjective:

Liable to vanish or pass away like vapor; fleeting.

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hoary \HOR-ee\, adjective:

1. White or gray with age; as, "hoary hairs."

2. Ancient; extremely old; remote in time past.

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auspicious \aw-SPISH-uhs\ , adjective:

1. Giving promise of success, prosperity, or happiness; predicting good; as, "an auspicious beginning."

2. Prosperous; fortunate; as, "auspicious years."

.......Words with Definitions from September 20th......

kitsch \KICH\, noun:

1. Art characterized by pretentious bad taste.

adjective:

1. Relating to, or characterized by, kitsch.

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suffuse \suh-FYOOZ\, transitive verb:

To spread through or over in the manner of fluid or light; to flush.

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disconcert \dis-kuhn-SURT\ , transitive verb:

1. To disturb the composure of.

2. To throw into disorder or confusion; as, "the emperor disconcerted the plans of his enemy."

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vociferous \voh-SIF-uhr- uhs\, adjective:

Making a loud outcry; clamorous; noisy.

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tintinnabulation \tin-tih-nab- yuh-LAY-shuhn\ , noun:

A tinkling sound, as of a bell or bells.

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misprize \mis-PRYZ\, transitive verb:

1. To hold in contempt.

2. To undervalue.

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proponent \pruh-POH-nuhnt\ , noun:

One who argues in support of something; an advocate; a supporter.