The Burning Pen

In An Alternate Universe Someplace
by Ruth Solomon aka Ms_Figg

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CHAPTER 4

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 4 ~ Not Quite a Nightmare

Severus tossed and turned in his bed, flipping from his belly to his back then back again. He had an enormous erection.

The young wizard wasn’t aware of exactly what he was dreaming of, but whatever it was it totally absorbed him until he groaned and ejaculated in his boxers. He woke up then.

”Oh bloody hell,” he hissed as he felt the warm stickiness filling his shorts. “Not again.”

He sat up slowly, his face contorted and reached for his wand on his nightstand. He picked it up, lifted his boxers and pointed the tip at his gummy pelvis.

”Scourgify,” he hissed, cleaning himself.

Normally the young wizard slept in the nude, but for the past several weeks, he’d been having an extraordinary amount of wet dreams that left his bed a mess. If he wore his boxers to bed at least he could keep his release localized.

Severus put his wand back, then dropped back into the bed, disgusted.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he could actually remember exactly what the hell he was dreaming that made him come so much. Just a glimpse of it. Something. It was like he was being cheated. He had to be shagging in his dreams.

It was just downright frustrating.

He had to do something about this situation and his infatuation with Professor Granger. He was the age of consent, past it actually. He just had a birthday in January. He was now eighteen. Eighteen would seem better to an older witch than seventeen, wouldn’t it? The wizard began to think and think hard. What could he possibly do to get Professor Granger’s notice?

He already did his very best in her class, though she never gave him proper marks for his work. There were always a few points shaved off. He learned not to question the witch about this, because every time he did, she took off more points. When he asked her why, she would give him a nasty smirk and reply:

”Because I can, Mr. Snape.”

Severus lay there in the semi-darkness. Professor Granger wasn’t impressed by his intelligence or his talent with potions. She seemed to enjoy making fun of his eagerness to learn and to share his knowledge. He didn’t mind it, because at least she focused on him then. So what if it were negative attention? It was still attention.

He sighed. What could he do? He was doing his best . . .

Hm.

His best. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he shouldn’t do his best. Maybe . . . maybe he should do his worst.

An immediate war occurred between his mind and his libido. He had almost perfect marks and had worked so hard to keep his grades as perfect as he could. How could he purposely sabotage his marks?

Easily. He was a randy young wizard and randy young wizards would do just about anything to get shagged. Severus’ problem was unlike most young men, he had a particular focus on a witch that was twice his age, cold, sarcastic and would probably hex him as easily as she’d draw her next breath.

But if he started to really do badly in her class, then she would be forced to take him aside and at least talk to him, take an interest in what was happening. She still was a teacher after all and Severus knew he was her best student despite how she treated him. He doubted if she wanted him to suddenly bottom out in her class. She might even think it was a reflection of her teaching.

He could even play the sympathy card.

”It’s just not worth it, Professor. No matter how hard I work, I can’t seem to make the marks I need. I just want to give up,” he’d say.

Try as he might though, the wizard couldn’t reasonably imagine Professor Granger saying anything remotely understanding to this. Most likely she’d browbeat him for being a quitter.

He’d like that. He always liked when she yelled at him.

Well, at least he had an idea how to get her attention and maybe be alone with her. But how to tell her how he felt? What he wanted?

He didn’t know, but he’d be graduating soon and if he didn’t do it before then, most likely he never would.

All right. He had a plan now. It seemed insane but it’s what he had to work with.

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”Where is your essay, Mr. Snape?” Professor Granger asked.

She was sitting at her desk and sifting through the parchments that were handed forward.

”I . . . I didn’t do it,” Severus said.

A collective gasp arose from the rest of the class. Severus Snape didn’t do an assignment? Good grindelows.

Professor Granger scowled at him and waited for the boy to say more.

He didn’t.

In a very controlled voice, Hermione said, “Mr. Snape, is there any particular reason you didn’t complete your essay? Were you indisposed? Ill? At the point of death?”

Actually that is the only reason Hermione could think of why the walking brain wouldn’t do an assignment. Even then, most likely he would die with his quill in his hand, his big nose in a book and his assignment two feet longer than necessary.

“No, Professor. I just didn’t do it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

This caused another collective gasp from the students.

“Are you all having some kind of respiratory problem?” Professor Granger snarled at the rest of the class. “The next person who gasps is going to be cleaning the colons of freshly slaughtered Stinkbuggers!”

Everyone fell silent, almost not daring to draw a breath at all. Stinkbuggers were perhaps the nastiest things on earth. They were beetle-like creatures that seemed to be made completely of shit. Very noxious, pungent shit that they could shoot quite a distance out of their colons. It was a defensive mechanism, and Stinkbuggers were always on the defensive. Unfortunately, the shooting didn’t end when they died. They could spasm for hours, squirting the filth everywhere. And worse, when cut open, they virtually exploded. No one came away clean when dealing with Stinkbuggers. Ew.

Granger leveled her eyes on Severus.

”Mr. Snape, I will see you in detention this evening. Perhaps by then you will come up with a feasible reason for neglecting the work I’ve assigned you,” she said to him, an ugly look on her face.

”Yes Professor Granger,” Severus replied with a helpless little smirk.

Hermione studied him.

For someone who just got detention, Mr. Snape looked extraordinarily happy.

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A/N: lol. Hokay, here we go. :::shakes head::: Thanks for reading.

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