MISSION: Attemp Initiated

For Lintasare, Maddy Riddle and all the rest of you who have be pestering me for Merlin knows how long to update this, and to all those who reviewed. My humble apologies...bah...just enjoy it!




Ah, another day, another chance to get something done about my ...problem. Granted, Sirius did provide me with some light relief last night, but am far from satisfied.

Damn. It is Saturday. No chance of luring Snape during Potions. Oh well, will have to find other options...not including Lupin. Will have to give that man a week or so, is an utter waste of time and energy trying in the mean time.

As much as I would love to pop straight down to the dungeons for an early morning shag, I somehow doubt that Snape is a morning person (mind you, for that matter is he an anytime of day person?). Besides, I think I could do with some breakfast in order to sustain energy.


Surprise, surprise, no sign of Harry or Ron at breakfast. Like they'd be up this early on a Saturday. However, there is a surprise at the Head Table. Snape is there...and next to him, chatting away is Malfoy Senior. Ooh, things are looking up! Stuff Sirius' haughty warning last night – man is just jealous.

Ah, look at that. Lucius is glaring at the Gryffindor table – Seamus, Parvati, Colin, empty seat, another empty seat...

Give Lucius my best smirk, then lick my lips. His glare softens slightly and is tainted with surprise as he raises one questioning eyebrow. I chew on my bottom lip and smile sweetly.

And then he leans over to Snape and says something very quietly. Snape's eyes dart up at me and I give him a smug smile. Ooh, boy, is he pissed! Perfect!

Oh shit...he's coming this way! No, that wasn't supposed to happen...

The entire Gryffindor table goes silent, along with most of the rest of the room. Shit shit SHIT!

"Miss Granger," he hisses at me, "What the hell do you think you are doing, you stupid girl?"

"Well, since you can't help me out I thought Mr Malfoy might be obliging," I reply in a hushed voice.

"There is a difference between can't and won't," Snape growls back. Ha, got him where it hurts, huh?

"Not from my point of view," I retort.

"You are asking for detention, Miss Granger!" Snape suddenly bellows at me causing most of the student body to jump. They have all been straining to catch a wisp of what Snape and I are talking about, and given that no one has run from the room screaming I can only assume they are totally oblivious.

I get to my feet and step just close enough to Snape to make him uneasy. "Well done, Professor. I shall see you in your office in 10 minutes then? And do be sure to invite Mr Malfoy...couldn't have your guest feeling neglected now could we?" I begin to saunter away from him and towards the door. Let him chase me.

"Hermione!" Snape suddenly calls out in a very un-Snapeish manner. Now he really does have the attention of the whole room. Oh my! Would be currently melting into a puddle on the floor at the sound of my given name in that voice, were it not for the fact I am now frozen in fear. Fuck. Is still a week until graduation...one long week where all manner of nasty things could happen should last weekend be found out... Snape stares at me and I see the panic running through his eyes for a moment, albeit a very brief one.

"You, Miss Granger will graduate in a little under a week and I suggest you start practising being an adult now and considering the consequences of your actions!"

"Trust me," I reply quietly with a smirk, "I know precisely what the consequences are, Sir, and they are most favourable."

I give the Head Table one quick look. Dumbledore is watching on with amusement, McGonagall is scowling at me and Lucius Malfoy...well I really can't read that expression. Damn, might have lost my chance, will have to wait and see... Time to get out of here...ah...look at that, I'm almost at the door...

"Very well, Miss Granger." Oh fuck. That was not a tone to be reckoned with.



Oh fuck this. Have been wandering the halls for an hour now in hopes of running into Lucius...have not. Am being pathetic. Right, time to go back to room...just look needy now. Am heading back through the entrance hall when I hear my name in a slow drawl, "Miss Granger, I believe."

Turn around and find myself inches from Mr Malfoy. Perfect.

"One of Potter's little friends, aren't you?"

"I suppose you could call me that," I reply, not sure if I should really be admitting to that in front of him. Oh well.

"Severus informs me you have become quite the little minx."

What am I to say to that? Not a thing apparently, he seems quite happy studying me for the moment. "Yet so sweet and innocent in appearance..." One finger draws itself along my cheek, sending a shiver up my spine. My, this is looking good.

"You shall suffice. This way." Without turning back Malfoy is heading off down the corridor towards the dungeon. Feel like a bit of a twit following him along like a faithful puppy, but too bad!

Malfoy finally removes the wards from a door not far from Snape's chambers and ushers me quickly inside. Room is fairly bare, no more than a bed and a desk. Is dark and dingy in here.

"One chance, Miss Granger," Lucius drawls, his back to me as he removes his cloak and setting it carefully over the foot of the bed. "Leave."

What is with this lot? This echoes the words of Sirius, Lupin and Snape all too closely. I am perfectly capable of dealing with three men, am I not? Surely one could not be a problem...

"No," I reply quite firmly...well I think it is firmly, though that part of me is delusional about the squeak that just escaped my lips.

"Very well then." Lucius is rolling up his sleeves...this is starting to disturb me somewhat...

He turns quite casually and steps across the room to place him self right before me. Quite out of the blue he grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my head back sharply.

"Now, what to do with you..." he ponders out loud.

"Um..." I begin, wanting to get some sort of say in this.

"That did not require an answer from you!" Ouch! He's just snapped my head back further. Fuck, that hurt! He glances over at the desk thoughtfully, then basically drags me over there. Still grasping my hair, he yanks my head down until I am pinned to the desktop, face first, my cheek pressed up against the hard top. With his free hand Lucius slides my skirt up my thighs, then pauses....appears he has discovered my lack of underwear. He draws on finger through my folds, his nail all but scratching me, making me shiver. Am torn between being feverishly turned on and utterly scared shitless. Scared shitless is winning...fuck...Snape was right...this was not a good idea! Damn him...if he weren't such an arse at the best of times perhaps I would have listened.

"I have to go," I squeak, wriggling to get free.

"You had that opportunity," Malfoy informs me, "and you passed. Too late, Miss Granger."

Fuck, FUCK, FUCK! Where's my wand? Shit, can't reach it...shit!

I feel the hand on my bare backside shiver, it's fingers grow longer...what the fuck?

Glancing back as far as I can, given my position, I am greeted with Snape's sneer.

"I assume you've learnt your lesson then, Miss Granger?" he drawls at me. "Next time I suggest you heed my warning. Mr Malfoy would be no where near so pleasant."

Bastard! Fucking bastard!

"I shall keep that in mind," I reply rather calmly.

Snape bends down over me, and growls in my ear, "Don't pull that nonsense on me. I am perfectly well aware of how scared you were."

Ah, but is he perfectly well aware of how turned on I am now? Damn it, was so close to getting some action. Fuck, if I'd known it was him...still, am bent over desk, half-naked with Snape above me....

"You know," I say thoughtfully, "we are alone now, perhaps we could ...errr...finish what we started last night?"

"You, Miss Granger, are in no position to be making demands."

Pity...bah...hope Sirius is home...

Wait...oh wow... Long fingers are tracing along my skin, drawing circles over my bare behind, moving down to take a long stroke through my folds...ahhh, much better.

"You are to stay put," Snape informs me as he releases my hair.

No protest there. "Yes, Sir."

"You learn quickly, Miss Granger. I believe a reward is in order."

A reward? Oh, fuck... His tongue in dancing through my folds, flicking over my clitoris...fuck.
So very silky and hot...and that wonderful nose is nudging at my opening as he slides along me, his breath greeting my dampness, cooling it with a delightful affect.

"Professor!" I whimper as he slides two fingers inside me. Am so damn sensitive.

"To your liking then, I presume," Snape replies nonchalantly. Damn him, how can he be so calm? Wait, because I am the one teetering on the edge, not him. It's me who's been seeking out satisfaction for a week. I'm sure he has plenty of ...er...places to relieve his tension. Then again, none of them appear to do any good, he has still be in a foul mood all week.

I can't answer him; I've lost my ability to speak once more. Bet there are a few other people who would like to find out how to render me speechless.

"No? Oh well, enough of that then." And he's gone. He's fingers slide from me and he stands up. FUCK!

"It's perfectly acceptable, Sir!" I beg.

"Too late, Miss Granger. I have my own needs to satisfy."

Damn him. Should have fucking known, man is a selfish bastard after all.

I go to stand up, but am quickly stopped by a firm hand to the back of my head.

"I told you not to move!" Snape hisses at me. "Play by my rules, Miss Granger, or don't play at all."

Damn. "Yes, Sir."

"Better."

I hear shuffling of clothing and see his wand placed onto the desk next to me. I am not sure I want to know why he just put it there. Then I feel Snape's warmth behind me, despite the fact that he isn't even touching me. One hand is placed upon my back, holding me still. Hot, hard skin presses at me, sending shivers through my body, ripples of ecstasy. Oh fuck! I actually whimper. Snape takes that as his opportunity to plunge inside me in one quick move. That's it. I can't hold back. As my orgasm takes over warmth spreads though out me, my body convulsing in pleasure, my mind becoming a blissful blank.

As I come back down I hear Snape exhale a long breath. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps I'm not the only one in desperate need of this.

Ouch! Fuck! His hand has come down hard on my behind, stinging like hell. What the fuck?

"You are not to do that again until I allow it!" he snaps at me. "Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes, Sir!" I plead.

"Very well." Snape begins slowly, his strokes gentle. No, no, no! This is not what I want! Bloody hell, would've gone and jumped Lupin in his sleep if this was what I was after!

"Sir?" I squeak.

"What?!" he snaps irritably.

"Harder."

"How many times must I tell you, you are to obey my rules!"

Shouldn't say this. I know I shouldn't. "Well, Sir, I was just trying to save you the fate of me comparing you to Professor Lupin. As you wish."

Ow! Shit. Another slap. Damn, am not going to be sitting down at dinner tonight.

"You want harder? Fine. However, the rule still stands, you are not to come until I say you can. Understand?"

"Perfectly," I reply smugly.

Oh dear Merlin! He's pounding into me with a vengeance now, his fingers digging firmly into my hips. My knuckles are turning white from grasping onto the edge of the desk, however it is most definitely worth it. Fuck....

"Miss Granger," he growls. "Control yourself."

Close my eyes and take a deep breath. Am fine. Honest. Am in control. Am not going to lose it...
Yes, you just keep deluding yourself, Herm, that'll do it.

Every stroke is a test, setting me ablaze. I can feel every inch of him, every pulsing vein, every delightful ridge. Shit. No, Herm, hold on!

He strokes slow for just a moment as he picks up his wand from the table. He mutters something I miss. Oh my...my...fuck...my clit is now...fuck, I don't even know how to describe it. It is like his tongue is back there, tenfold, yet I know there is nothing there. Fuck. Cannot take this, I really can't. Man is playing games with me. Bloody hell. However, the consequences to breaking his rules have only been good thus far.

"Don't you dare!" Snape hisses as he ups his movements.

Dare? Like I have any choice in this? Bloody hell, am going to lose it. Swear I am.

"I can't...I can't..." I whimper, stars forming in my eyes as I try so desperately to hold back. It is hopeless.

"Miss Granger!" he yells. Too late. I'm gone. Convulsing around him, melting into the desk. His movements don't stop, the spell he cast on my clit continues and so do I. Bloody hell. I can feel warm trails of liquid slipping down my inner thighs, and just as I think this bliss is about to end, it begins all over again.

"FUCK!" Snape's movements lose their rhythm. He grunts and then I feel him tighten inside me before I am filled with warmth.

He falls forward, his hands landing either side of me on the desk propping him up as he attempts to recover. Yet the spell continues and I can't take it anymore.

"Please!" I beg, desperate for this to stop. It's too much....

"Problem, Miss Granger?"

Fuck him! Wait, did that already...

"Stop it! Please!" I whimper.

"I shouldn't..." he replies, "but I suppose you would be rather disruptive in class on Monday."

Ah, thank Merlin. He's removed it.

I allow my eyes to slip shut and sigh, completely satisfied.

MISSION: Accomplished Once More