1. Only in Her Dreams

Disclaimer: As always, the characters remain the property of JK Rowling. I make no profit whatsoever in allowing her creation to frolic in my fantasies.

A/N: This was the first fanfiction story I ever wrote. Hence, you will notice there are a number of stereotypes throughout, not to mention a few clichés. I considered taking them out, and while this story has been rewritten since I first wrote it, I felt that leaving them in shows my journey as a fanfiction author.

Chapter 1: Only in Her Dreams

Hermione sat in Potions class, lost in thought. Normally, her full attention would be on the potion she was brewing, but she had to wait while it simmered yet for fifteen minutes before adding the last ingredient. Propping an elbow on the table, she closed her eyes and massaged the bridge of her nose. She was exhausted. For the last two weeks, she had been having bizarre dreams and had lost much sleep as a result. Ironic, really, that they were brewing the Dreamless Sleep Potion today. Maybe she could fill an extra vial and slip it into her bag without Professor Snape noticing.

"Miss Granger." Professor Snape's smooth bass tones vibrated across her raw nerves. "It is unwise to take your attention away from a potion you are brewing. I believe your fifteen minutes are nearly up." He stood so close to her that she could feel his robes brush against her own as he spoke quietly from behind. She inhaled deeply, turned slightly in her chair, and thanked him with a wan smile. He straightened, expressionless, and continued down the row of desks, handing out compliments and criticisms as it suited him. Throwing in the last ingredient, she finished the potion. Even better, she thought soporifically, maybe I could just drink a little right here and someone could carry her back up to her dormitory.

"Staring at your cauldron will not make the potion bottle itself, Miss Granger," Professor Snape snapped at her from across the room before addressing the class in general. "Each cauldron should produce ten vials. I want them on my desk before you leave. Oh, and by the way," he added, "I'm counting."

Great. Just bloody great, Hermione thought.

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The dream always started the same.

Hermione was walking down the hall to the dungeon for detention with Professor Snape. He had caught her stealing Boomslang skin from his private stores and given her a week's worth of detention.

How strange. That happened years ago and NOW he gives me detention, she thought miserably as she wrapped her robes tighter against the chill of the dungeon.

The door to the classroom was slightly ajar, so she pushed it open and walked in. The professor was nowhere to be seen, leaving her to hope momentarily that perhaps he had forgotten.

"Please close the door behind you, Miss Granger." Professor Snape's disembodied voice came from the direction of his office. Her hopes dashed, she did as she was told and peered around the office door. He sat behind the desk, chin resting upon his steepled fingers, and stared at her appraisingly. It reminded her of the way her mother scrutinized the prime cut of beef she bought every year for Boxing Day. She was beginning to wonder how she measured up when he spoke.

"Miss Granger," he said suddenly, standing up and startling her, "whatever should I do with you? You must think yourself such a clever little witch. Stealing from my personal supplies; thinking that perhaps I would be too stupid to notice?" He walked around the desk and stood in front of her, reaching one of his oh-so-long fingers out to tilt her chin upward. He looked her straight in the eyes. "You have been a very bad girl," he growled. "You need to be taught a lesson."

Her eyes nearly closed at the thrill of pleasure that rippled up and down her spine. Involuntarily, she shivered and wondered why, all of a sudden, the mere touch of a finger and the sound of his voice elicited such wonderful sensations inside of her. Her common sense told her that she should pull away, but her body seemed to ask for more.

"Look at me, Miss Granger," he demanded of her sharply. "Did you hear what I said? What do you need?"

"I need to be taught a lesson," she whispered.

"I didn't hear you." His breath teased the curve of her ear as he leaned closer.

"I need to be taught a lesson, sir," she answered obediently.

"That's better, Miss Granger. Now remove your robe," he demanded.

She hesitated for a moment. Slowly, the dawning realization that this was a dream stole over her. So then, what was the harm if she disrobed for him? Her hand unfastened her robes, and they crumbled to the floor in a heap. Looking down to the remainder of her clothing, she noticed her uniform skirt was much shorter than she usually wore it, and her too-tight blouse was unbuttoned halfway, exposing the tops of her breasts. She wondered whose dream this actually was; she would have perhaps chosen something slinkier and sexier, less slutty, to wear.

Hermione's head snapped as Snape entwined his fingers into her hair and used it to pull her against his body. She looked into the deep abyss his eyes had become, and her heart started to race. The odd thing was that she didn't remember ever thinking about Professor Snape in this way. Yet, here she was in his arms and she wasn't afraid. In fact, if truth be told, she wanted more and in a very wrong way. But it wasn't so wrong if it was a dream, was it? Oh, sod it, she scolded herself. Stop analyzing for once and start enjoying!

"Please," she crooned desperately. "Punish me, sir. I've been very, very bad."

His other hand snaked its way to the nape of her neck, trapping her hair among his nimble fingers. He pulled back hard and leaned down to graze roughly on her neck, nipping and tugging her skin. Little shocks of pain mixed with pleasure, making her yelp uncontrollably, which in turn elicited animal-like growls from the professor. Tendrils of want and need spread throughout her abdomen with increasing urgency. She wanted...no, needed...those hands, that mouth, those teeth all over her body, in places she never dreamed of wanting someone to touch her before. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating hard, trying to force her dream to obey her wishes, instead discovering that she had no control at all. She stifled a scream as the combined sensations of frustration, pain, and pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Oh, yes," he snarled into her ear. "Little Miss Know-It-All has a lot to be punished for."

His tongue ran slowly along the edge of her earlobe until she shook in his arms. The pressure of his body against hers was driving her insane, making her head swim with a desire so intense, it was all she could do not to beg for more.

Then, his hands released her hair, and in one deft movement, he grabbed her hips and spun her around, pushing her roughly against the desk, splaying her hands across the scattering rolls of parchment. He pinned her there with his body, allowing her to feel his hardness in the small of her back, causing her to writhe and whimper. Gods, she wanted him. The moisture flowed from her as she thought of the inevitable, of having him inside of her, stretching her, filling her repeatedly.

His hand found its way back into her now-tangled hair, and he forced her to look back at him. Watching her expression, his eyes blazed as he ground himself roughly against her bottom, riding her short skirt even higher. A wicked sort of half-smile played about his lips, and his other hand traveled around her body to fondle her under the skirt. Fingers expertly found the center of her desire, plunging deep into her wetness. Making a show of his expertise, he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips and tasted her essence, forcing her to watch. The coolness of the dungeon air met her warm skin as his fingers deserted her. In her semi-conscious state, she realized that her dream-self seemed to have forgotten to wear knickers.

Oh, gods...oh, gods...oh, gods, became a mantra, audible only in her mind. She was barely able to think straight anymore with the illicit attention he was paying to her body and the growing lust that she knew she shouldn't be feeling.

"I think, Miss Granger, there is only one way to teach you a lesson," he drawled slowly, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal the smooth skin of her bottom. He stepped back to admire the view. "Yes, only one way." Then, he smacked her hard across the bum.

She screamed in surprise, not having expected this turn of events at all. She felt her skin glow white-hot. When his fingers trailed low to cup her between the legs, she tensed for another blow. Instead, one of his thin fingers dipped inside of her, igniting her passion over the pain. He massaged the moisture over her bum like a salve, soothing the sting, lulling her. Then, he spanked her again, fast and hard. This time, the shock sent vibrations into her core, and she couldn't prevent a groan of, "More," as he continued the pattern of pain and pleasure.

"Did I hear you correctly, Miss Granger?" he asked as he spanked her even harder. "Do you want more? Tell me what you want. Tell me!" he shouted.

That was it. She couldn't hold back anymore and let loose with a frantic stream of words. "More! I want more. Oh, gods, don't stop. Don't stop ... please!"

"Please what?"

She was so close ... so very close. Whatever he was doing to her felt so good that she could scarcely breathe. "Please, sir, make me come. Gods, I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me. Please, Professor, fuck me now!"

His ministrations were making her delirious, causing the words to pour from her mouth unchecked. She never imagined she would be saying these words...or even that she could say them. Then again, she never thought something could hurt as good as this. She didn't want this feeling to end.

Professor Snape pushed her down on top of the desk and continued the punishment. With every blow, her breasts shifted across the rough, wooden surface, hardening her nipples, making them raw. Then, without any warning, he was hard against her entrance, and he pushed all the way in, filling her in one stroke.

She gasped. He stretched her to the limit; she could feel her body accommodate his thickness, and she felt as though she couldn't stretch any more. Gods, she never imagined it was possible to feel so full, to feel so satisfied. It was like adding the final ingredient to a potion. She was complete. When he started to move within her, it was as though she were losing her mind. He shifted her body higher, driving himself in even deeper, making her squeal with every stroke.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me harder ... harder! Don't stop, please ... faster!" She felt the pressure mounting deep within. She was so close to her climax. The mere thought of her professor, her Potions master, fucking the living breath out of her brought her teetering near the edge.

Out of her dream-state, a guilty memory emerged and wound its way into her belly. It was an excitement of a different sort that she felt so long ago, as his voice stirred emotions within her the very first day of class. The excitement she felt that day melted into the present and forged something new within her now, a mixture of old and new. Suddenly, she felt the urge to hear his voice bring the memory to life.

"Say it ... oh, gods," she pleaded with him. "Please, say it for me. Your first-year speech ... say it for me now."

She felt him falter for a moment as he nearly lost control at this unexpected request. He thrust into her sharper, harder, and he spanked her reddened bum yet again. A primal growl forced its way from his throat as he fought to regain his control, to last longer. She was going to get what she wanted, and she was going to come to the words he spoke to every first-year at the start of term.

A smile spread across her face as she thought of Professor Snape getting a hard-on the next time he gave that speech. She only wished that it were true, that he was actually the one fucking her, not her dream-professor. If only he would actually be thinking of her as those words passed from his lips the next time he was in front of a class.

She pleaded again, hoping to have this fantasy just a little bit longer. "Please ... Fuck me, Professor! Say it!"

He pushed into her forcefully and held still a moment. Through the haze, she felt his voice like velvet reach down to caress every last measure of bliss from her aching body. Spanking her again, he began...

"I can teach you..." He thrust forward...

"how to bewitch the mind..." ... and again.

"and ensnare the senses." Gods, it feels so good!

"I can..." Faster, yes, faster!

"tell you how to..." Oh! Yes ... oh, gods ... oh, FUCK!

"bottle fame..." I'm so close. Make me come, Professor!

"brew glory..." More, more, more ... MORE!

"and even..." YES!

"put a stopper..." Now! Now! NOW!

"in death!"

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He came so hard that his whole body seemed to throb. Never before had he felt anything so powerful from a mere dream.

"Hermione," he groaned into his pillow as he slowly came to his senses, waking up more completely, feeling totally sated.

He couldn't believe it. Little Miss Know-It-All had just given him the most intense orgasm of his life, and she didn't even know it.

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Hermione woke suddenly, grasping the bed covers and screaming as her orgasm whipped through her like a tidal wave. Her hand flew down and pressed beneath her knickers as she tried to prolong the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Under her breath she chanted, "Yes, yes, yes ... oh, gods, yes. Fuck me, Professor...fuck me, Professor...fuck me, Professor," until finally the waves subsided. Sighing, she reluctantly let go and relaxed.

It was then that she realized her bum was still stinging. She felt it gingerly and could feel the heat radiating off her raw skin.

"Oh my," she said aloud. "That was no dream."

~End Chapter One~

A/N The first-year speech was taken from the movie, not the book, because it happened to flow better in the context I placed it in. Plus, my dear professor found it much easier to say while otherwise occupied. I have found it is wise to never argue with the Potions master.