///She knew that it was really wrong but she shifted on the desk making doe eyes at Snape. Who never seemed to actually look at anyone and it felt extremely good to her that his voice was praising her. She had made a potion perfectly, a very complicated one. It made her feel light and giddy and sick at the same time in the back of her head that was still partly conscious. But not sick enough to not want to do something extremely perverted. She bit her lip and had another odd feeling of someone watching her. "Professor," she called plaintively. "I’m out of uniform." Hermione raised her legs up, with no stockings and underwear on her she frowned as it felt like that someone who was watching was cackling. 