Mentionable Monday 7/11/11

Okay my lovelies, this week's completed fic recommendation is a little different.  It's from the Harry Potter fanfic world in honor of the final movie opening this Friday!  This one is 87 chapters of just...WOW.  This was my second bdsm fic after MOTU and it is fantastic...you'll never see Snape and Hermione in the same light again.

For the Potion Master's Amusement by snape.submiss
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4814128/1/For_the_bPotions_b_bMaster_bs_bAmusement_b
Now Complete! Severus Snape is not a kind man, but Hermione Granger is past caring. She wants his approval and will do anything to get it. How far will she go? Even she has no concept of the depths to which she will fall in her quest.  Rated M
Teaser:

She sat down, and he sat across from her. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing suddenly that her meeting with Professor Snape were over—had never begun—that she had never begun her more intimate association with him. It seemed she had never experienced one moment of peace since it had begun, except for those moments when he had held her, after making her come in a screaming loss of all dignity. She averted her face from his and fidgeted with the hem of her jumper.
'I would like to speak with you regarding the nature of our most recent private interactions,' Professor Snape said, and Hermione jerked her head up to look at him, her heartbeat accelerating.
'All right,' she said.
'I would like to make one thing clear from the very beginning: Your desires are natural ones, Hermione, and are perfectly normal for you,' he began. 'You are not the only person in the world to harbour such desires, and there is nothing either sick or wrong about them. They may be different from the intimate desires of other people you know, but that does not make them immoral or unnatural.'
Hermione felt her face flush as his frank acknowledgement of her desires; certainly, no one knew more about those desires than he did, but it was both thrilling and embarrassing to have him speak of those dark desires so matter-of-factly.
'Allow me to draw a parallel between your desires and your intelligence,' he continued. 'Is your intelligence in the normal range, Hermione?'
'No,' she answered promptly.
'Of course it isn't,' he agreed. 'Your intelligence is remarkable, well above that of your peers. Would you consider restricting yourself intellectually or academically to hold yourself down to the level of expectations or standards of other people?'
'No!' she blurted indignantly, and a slight smile touched his face. She gave him an answering smile, feeling a bit sheepish. He certainly knew how to push her buttons.
'Then do not let the notions with which you were raised restrict your expectations of what you ought to seek out in t he way of sexual or emotional satisfaction. It is just possible that what you want and need in that arena is completely beyond the ken of the people you have known thus far in your life.'