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Unintentional Inveiglement	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 129854 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 29
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A/N: I am so sorry! I have a strict Thursday update schedule and I meant to have this up but my birthday was the 26th, then my mother the 28th, and then my brother is tomorrow, and between the holiday and all...I need a break! And some cake and wine. But thank you sooo much for the lovely reviews and holiday messages!! I appreciate them so much!! I hope everyone is having a nice holiday and please enjoy this update!!

After experiencing a forceful release that very nearly made Hermione pass out, it seemed almost prosaic to have to hold onto the ends of Severus' robes to keep them from dragging as they quietly made their way across the darkened corridors of Hogwarts.

Hermione remained a few paces behind Severus, just in case he had to stop for any reason. It was strange watching the professor, who was obviously absent of his billowing black teaching robes—as she had them around her body—stride purposefully across the castle, yet he still walked with a rigid comportment that was always present.

Wrought with anxiety as they continued on to the dungeons, Hermione gritted her teeth as the damp, sticky seat of her knickers rubbed uncomfortably against her with each step. She wanted nothing more than to take off the sodden undergarments, as well as her shoes, which by now definitely had her feet protesting. She hadn't noticed it at the time, being a bit preoccupied with Severus' head between her legs and all, but it had taken a great effort on her part to maintain balance on her heels the entire time.

Hermione was still trying to remain calm when they finally reached the dungeons. She and Snape passed a student in the corridors, and Hermione, already conjuring up all sorts of scenarios where things could go wrong, fervently prayed that he wouldn't stop the young man. Fortunately, Snape barely nodded his head in the direction of the wizard, and she nearly collapsed with relief when he continued onwards down the hall.

Hermione hadn't a clue where Snape's private chambers were located. She would have guessed somewhere not from the Potions classroom or the Slytherin dormitories. Finally they approached a nondescript door that was completely on the other side of the of the dungeons, and Hermione watched as Snape withdrew his wand and pointed it at the lock. Immediately the door swung open, revealing a room that was completely pitch black. Without looking back, Snape walked inside and left the door open. Hermione took that as an indication to follow behind, and did so quickly.

Once the door shut and locked on its own, candles that were scattered throughout the room sprang to life, bathing the entire area in a faint, orange glow. Any other time, Hermione would have been eagerly taking in her surroundings. However, she was currently distracted by the professor, who had smoothly withdrew his wand from an inner pocket and tapped it at the side of her head, lifting the Disillusionment charm. Now he stood across from her, and although his dark eyes weren't focused on anything other than hers, Hermione was a tad self-conscious.

She felt somewhat silly with his long robes draped over her small frame, much of the material still bunched up in her arms as she had done her best to keep them from picking up dirt and dust from Hogwarts' floors.

Severus wasn't used to having anyone in his private rooms. The only person that came close to even setting foot over the threshold had been Dumbledore, and that was when Severus was first given the position as Potions master at Hogwarts. Dumbledore had personally escorted him down to the dungeons to show him around the castle before leading him to his rooms.

Already having felt possessive of his personal quarters, as there had been scant things in his life that Snape could consider his own, he hadn't attempted to hide the fact that he did not want the headmaster to come inside. With that quiet way of his, Dumbledore understood, and had left the then much younger Severus Snape to his own devices.

Snape didn't even allow the house-elves inside of his room. Dealing with Black's nasty house-elf (despite the fact that it was obvious the wizard never liked his own house-elf) whenever he had to attend meetings for The Order had been enough; he had no need to consort with the creatures on a daily basis, even if they were of a milder temperament. Potter's elf, Dobby, reputation had preceded him, and he could definitely stay away; the last thing Snape needed was for the odd little tea-cosy hatted being to accidentally set fire to his book collection or the like.

Now Hermione was standing across from him, swaddled in his teaching robes, with a mixture of repressed lust and something else swimming in her brown eyes.

He knew that he should send her back to her room, or to wherever else she chose, so long as it was away from him. But the sweet, salty taste of her release till lingered on his lips, and Snape was far from being finished with the young witch. There was a small furrow between her brows, and he figured that Hermione was either ruminating over her next move, as Severus knew she was wont to do when it came to everything, or she was clearly at a loss as to what she should do, for she remained at a complete standstill.

How right the professor was. Hermione was rehashing the way she had been clamoring for the wizard's attention for so long, that she found it hard to wrap her head around the idea that she was actually alone in his rooms with him, that she would finally get what she'd been yearning for. Every last one of her distracting thoughts went up in a puff of smoke when she suddenly heard Severus speak.

"Come here, Hermione."

Cautiously moving out of place, the soft, slow tapping of heels against the bare floor was the only noise in the room. Hermione thought it strange that Severus had been so vocal not long before, when they were in serious danger of being overhead in the darkened niche. Now that they were completely alone, he was quiet, save for him beckoning her closer.

The tapping noise was soon thudded as she moved onto a large carpet that was spread across the floor in the middle of the room. The two weren't far from a burning hearth, and Hermione felt the heat brushing against her legs.

As soon as she was in front of Severus, he peeled back the edges of his teaching robes, also moving her shawl out of the way and exposing the expanse of bare skin at the scooped neckline of her dress. While Hermione had been abruptly sent from hot to cold, what with being licked to orgasm and then having to walk across the drafty castle, the flames of her arousal had been slightly dampened in the process. However, Severus had wasted no time in stoking its flames by bodily pulling Hermione against him, sweeping her curls away from her neck and running his lips over the now goose-pimpled flesh.

The sensation was enough for Hermione to be thrown off-kilter, especially on feet that now felt as if they were the size of flippers from her inconvenient shoes, and she twined both arms around Severus' neck, holding onto him to keep from falling. Severus obviously refused to be interrupted by Hermione's gaucheness, as she suddenly felt him dip and press an arm against the back of her legs. Easily hefting her up into his arms, he then carried Hermione over to what felt like a desk and sat her on its edge, before insinuating himself between her pink dress-covered thighs.

That familiar pulsing between her legs began again as Severus slid one hand up her neck to close a fist around a handful of curls at the back of her neck. Using just enough pressure to tug on Hermione's hair to encourage her head to the side, she found the entire thing to be wildly exhilarating, especially when coupled with the feel of his thin, soft lips tracing along the juncture where her neck and shoulder connected.

Shawl and teaching robes began slipping down her shoulders, until they surrounded Hermione in a white and black heap. One minute, Severus had been kissing and nipping at her skin with reined passion. The next, his lips nearly attacked hers in a fierce kiss, becoming more and more untamed.

Hermione barely protested when he caught her bottom lip between his own, tugging on the bit of flesh that she now realised was sore and most likely swollen from previously biting through the delicate skin. But the feel of him against her...oh, how she needed more.

Scooting closer to the edge of the desk, Hermione curled her legs around Severus'. Somewhere at the back of her mind she hoped that she wasn't digging her shoes into his skin, a far cry from how not thirty minutes ago, she was considering kicking him with them. But she definitely didn't want to kick Severus at the moment, and her small fingers threaded through black hair just as his arms encircled her waist.

Firmly enthralled in the feel of Severus' lips and hands against her, Hermione didn't want them to part for one minute, not even so she could take off her shoes. Resorting to using the toe of one foot to nudge the shoe off the other, it was apparent that Severus noticed the fumbling with Hermione's feet going on behind his back, because he pushed her further back on the desk and stooped down to grasp onto her legs. Hermione made some protest at the loss of contact, and all it took was a flash of Severus' black eyes at her face to make her fall silent.

Long, pale fingers clutched onto her ankle while his other hand unfastened the skinny straps of her shoes. Once both shoes were removed and hastily discarded, or as Hermione vaguely suspected, thrown, somewhere beneath the desk with a soft thump, Severus retook his place between her thighs.

"Bloody infuriating woman," she could have sworn she heard him mutter into her hair, although she was too caught up in the feel of his warm tongue tracing across her pulse right below her ear.

"Infuriating wizard," she shot back, but her words were soon cut off by the professor telling her to be quiet before covering her mouth with his.

Her feet felt wonderfully light now that Severus had removed her shoes, and even the feel of his woolen trousers against her toes felt delicious as she rubbed them along the backs of his thighs.

"You keep doing that, and you're going to end up being taken on this desk," he warned in a silky voice.

Hermione remained silent, merely leaning back and supporting her weight on both elbows. She brought one leg around to the front of Severus trousers, while her eyes challengingly remained focused on his. Casting him an impish look, she slid her tights-covered toes over the firm bulge pressing against his placket.

The last thing Severus felt like was being challenged by the very much enticing witch, who looked all the more alluring while laying on top of his teaching robes, thighs splayed with her dress doing very little to conceal them. The sight of her small, shapely foot teasing his now fully erect cock through his trousers was enough to make him want to rip off her tights and knickers and thrust himself inside her body to the hilt.

Right then, Hermione brought the other leg around, both of her knees bent at an angle as she used her feet to continue rubbing against him. Finally having enough of the troublesome witch's brand of torment, Severus hastily shoved the skirt of her dress up to expose the waistband of her tights and knickers. Hermione barely had the chance to raise her hips to assist Severus in removing both items when he suddenly tugged them down and off her legs.

If he snagged and ripped the delicate fabric, Hermione didn't complain. Still propped up by dint of both elbows, she watched wide-eyed as Severus began making short work of unfastening the placket of his trousers. When the material hung freely, exposing only the top of a thatch of dark pubic hair, he curled one arm around her thigh to pull her closer to the edge of the table. The other hand reached inside trousers that somehow remained on his hips, and Severus withdrew a prominent and weeping erection. Captivated by its ruddy colour, Hermione tried keeping her head up to keep it in her line of vision, only to roughly lower it back to the pile of teaching robes and moan as Severus began teasing her still wet pussy with its tip.

The smooth head sliding over and around her sensitive clitoris felt incredible, and Hermione undulated her hips, trying to make Severus move faster, needing more than his agonisingly slow rhythm. The professor refused to be rushed, and continued touching her at the same pace. He was taken by the sight of her quivering, clasping slit of her opening, and the engorged bud at the top of her folds. Whenever his cock gave it a gentle nudge, Hermione's thighs would tense against him, and her curled up toes dug and pushed into his still clothed hip.

Severus' intentions had been meant to tease and taunt Hermione for a bit while trying to regain his own composure, only it was beginning to backfire against him. Without warning, using one hard, brutal thrust, he shoved his entire length into her body, and it was enough to make Hermione cry out while her hands frantically scrabbled around the desk with the need to hold onto something.

Severus had let out a loud swear as he was completely engulfed by the tight, nearly scalding heat. Four months without the pleasure of Hermione's body had done little to make him forget that sublime feeling of initial penetration. If anything, the memory was pure agony. Although she was still wet, Hermione's walls were tight and clenching, and he'd felt every ripple, every ring of sleek muscle deliciously abrading his sensitive shaft as she clamped down onto him, and it was enough to make him light-headed.

Trembling with the effort to remain still lest he either fuck Hermione through his desk or come too soon, Severus spanned her hips with both hands, trying to keep her from moving against him. She fit around him so perfectly that he was sure even the most uncoordinated of her wriggles would be enough to set him off.

Meanwhile, four months of forced celibacy was working against Hermione. She was desperately trying to ignore the fiery sensation that had ripped through her lower half. Yes, she wanted him, but her walls felt nearly too tight, too stretched out by Severus, even though a glimmer of pleasure lie beneath.

Severus continued trembling with the effort to remain still. Opening his eyes to look down at the red-faced girl, he knew that he should ask if she was alright, as it was difficult to sort out the pain from the pleasure on her crumpled up features. Yet with a choked sob, she gripped either sides of his desk, completely unaware of the stacks of papers and books becoming precariously close to being knocked down, and rolled her hips against Severus, beckoning him to carry on.

While the first few tentative thrusts still hurt, Hermione found that it also aroused her, and she flexed her walls around Severus, eliciting a loud "Fuck!" from the wizard and he thrust unevenly against her.

Long fingers dug into her hips through the material of her dress, gripping onto her clothed skin and pulling her forward to meet each slow thrust. Hermione breathed hard as Severus' thick shaft dragged along her walls, and she soon found herself wanting him to go harder. Clutching onto what felt like a thick stack of parchment with her left hand, and what Hermione believed to be a small pile of quills in her right, she moaned and greedily pushed her hips forward.

That small motion was all it took for Severus to hastily pull back, only to plunge deeply again into place. The young witch twisted and writhed about on his desk as if she were being burnt at the stake. Perhaps the feeling wasn't all that different, as Hermione literally was burning on the inside with pent up lust, want, and several other things that she was scarcely able to put a name to.

At some point his hands moved from her hips and came back down to her thighs, his blunt nails raking across her skin and leaving behind fiery little trails. Hermione was rapidly becoming undone by the churning of Severus' hips against hers. He kept forcefully driving himself into her, each time brushing against a spot that made her breath catch in her throat. Fighting back a scream, Hermione was on the brink of silently asking herself if breathing was all that important, as she didn't want to give even that much divided attention to the seemingly mundane, albeit necessary, task.

Never mind what it was that Severus was doing to her mentally; she could barely fathom what he was doing to her physically that could make her question if she really needed air at the moment. His hands were all over her body as he relentlessly bottomed out within her, and it was enough to make her grind her teeth to keep from outright screaming.

Severus eyes had snapped shut at that first thrust, but he pried them open long enough to see that Hermione was obviously trying to hold back, and it only spurred him on to make her completely lose control. Yet before they actually finished, Severus wanted to see more of Hermione's body. He stilled his hips long enough to pull her into an upright position on his desk.

Hermione's head was so thickly clouded with lust and want that she never questioned Severus when he pulled her against him. She merely wrapped her legs around his waist, unable to keep her wanton wriggling at bay. It was interesting to feel him deeply embedded inside of her without him actually moving. It still felt good whenever she squeezed around his shaft, and going by the way Severus' hips unevenly jerked against hers, it also felt good to him.

It felt more than just good to Severus; it was as if the witch was trying to strangle his cock with her snug walls. Hermione had pulled him down and begun kissing beneath his jaw, while he was making short work of unzipping the back of her dress and shoving it down to her waist. The young witch also wore some sort of strapless bra that didn't have any clasp, and with impatient fingers, he pulled that down as well.

Hermione didn't give a damn that her once pristine party dress was now in a crumpled heap at her navel, most likely getting wrinkled beyond recognition as the material was pressed and crumpled between her, Severus, and his desk. She decided that she also needed to see him naked, and began scrabbling through the thick material of his frock coat. Severus held still long enough for Hermione to get open a few buttons at the bottom of the garment, although impatience made her fingers clumsy. Gently prying her hands away, he unfastened the remaining buttons, all the while smirking down at the heavily breathing witch.

"That too," Hermione said breathlessly, gesturing to his perfectly tied cravat.

"Demanding little witch, you are," Severus grunted, although he relented and with expertise, untied and unwound the slippery length of material from around his neck.

"I don't care," Hermione replied, sounding as if she owned not one drop of shame. "You've made me wait all this time; you should be grateful that I'm not complaining more." She had raised both hands to begin undoing the buttons at the top of his white linen shirt. All of two were unfastened before Severus threw her off kilter by sharply swiveling his hips, hitting something deep inside that made Hermione yelp in pleasure and nearly collapse from sharply arching her back.

Two wiry arms were quick to catch her, although Severus kept her down against his desk, leaving one arm beneath her back, and his hand splayed against her bare shoulder.

"No patience and typical Gryffindor restraint," he whispered against her ear as his teeth lightly nipped at its lobe. Hermione shivered as his teeth sent a jolt of pleasure to her stomach and threw her arms around his neck, releasing a soft cry when his lips trailed a path down her chest.

Severus nipped and kissed his way along her creamy skin, enjoying the way each patch that his mouth touched bloomed into a rosy hue. Hermione bucked against him when his teeth caught onto one erect nipple, and she evidently wanted more for she pushed her breast into his face. It seemed the young witch liked a little pain with her pleasure and most likely didn't even realise it. Severus then pinched and tugged on the other nipple while his tongue continued fervently swirling around the other one, and Hermione clutched onto his hair, mewling and rubbing against him while her fingers duh into his bony shoulders.

"Tell me what you want, Hermione."

"What?"

"You heard me. Say it."

Hermione let out something between a moan and an exasperated sigh, as her composure was dissolving quickly. She didn't know if Severus wanted to hear her talk dirty, or what, but at that point she was so far gone it didn't make a different. She felt as if she were halfway between heaven and hell, as he was sensuously pressed inside an area of her body that even she hadn't touched before, although he was barely moving, and it was enough to make her want to scream and order him to keep going.

"You know what you want—just say it," Severus ordered darkly, giving one sharp thrust and relishing in the scream the witch released.

Hermione got the idea that Severus' words held double meanings, although her brain was so fogged that it was hard to even form a single, coherent thought, much less trying to work out what he was getting at.

"You, damn it, I want you!" she moaned, tightening her arms and legs around Severus and urging him to thrust into her again.

Hermione had begun kissing the small sliver of skin that was exposed between the opening of Severus' collar. Clutching onto her hair, he tugged her head back and looked down into her face. She was trembling against him, and her fingers continued twisting into the material of his shirt. It was obvious that Hermione was completely overwhelmed, although she was doing her best to try and keep it at bay.

Snape was definitely not having that. The little witch had tempted and taunted him, sometimes unknowingly, to the point where he thought he would truly go mad unless he found some sort of reprieve. Their short time spent together in the classroom hadn't been nearly enough to slake his lust for the young woman; if anything, it only made him want more. Now that he had her at his mercy, literally and figuratively, if it were to be for the last time, Snape was going to make sure that it was worth it. Every bloody minute.

"Scream for me," he commanded in a voice that came out in a sensuous growl. "Scream for me and I'll let you come."

Hermione inhaled sharply as if she could scarcely believe that words that came from the wizard's mouth. However, he didn't give her much time to protest or concede, as his hips sharply jerked forward again, and it was enough to make Hermione scream. She clung to Severus as if she weren't sure that he would keep going, only he did, and with each thrust forward, her cries became louder.

It was too much. Hermione couldn't breathe, think, nor blink, had her eyes even been opened. Severus somehow managed to keep both his arms around her, holding onto her tightly while leaving no part of her body untouched. He came into her so fiercely it was as if he literally was a part of her, and it left her completely winded. The only thing Hermione knew was that the most intense climax she had experienced thus far was inevitably going to hit her. Between Severus urging her to come in that same baritone that was now sensual instead of patronising, combined with the gratifying movement of his hips, Hermione soon found herself holding onto him for dear life while being firmly catapulted over the edge.

Severus continued lustily fucking her throughout her climax, and Hermione's moans quickly rose to a shrill cry. Seconds later she reached another peak, and her screams echoed and reverberated throughout his entire sitting room. Typically, Severus had been grateful for the setup of his rooms, as noise was impenetrable from the outside as well as the inside, as he was spared from hearing the shrieking of students that happened to pass by his door. Never would he have thought such a feature would come in useful for an impromptu round of sex occurring atop his desk. Either way, it was a good thing that no one was able to hear Hermione, lest they believe that the witch was being tortured.

It wasn't likely that Hermione would protest to the type of torture that she was enduring. Her ankles were locked at the small of Severus' back, and although her bottom was still perched at the edge of the desk, she had both arms tautly twined around his neck, fervently holding onto him for balance.

She hadn't been prepared for that last kiss, right before Severus brushed his lips against hers again, begging her to come apart for him one last time. Just as the stirrings of another orgasm took hold, Hermione's back curved and her breasts became flattened against his chest. The back of her head was cradled in Severus' palm, as the wizard was intent on keeping her face next to his.

He was aggressively thrusting into her by now, his sac slapping against her bum each time he bottomed out within her, and Hermione was rendered helpless by the sheer force of buffeting pleasure. It was as if Severus was commandeering every inch of her body, captivating each of her senses, down to the tiniest one. Hermione never noticed the thud of books that fell to the floor, nor the pot of ink that was accidentally overturned. She did, however, sense the edges of her vision growing blurry as her body finally shattered into what felt like a million pieces. Hermione could barely catch her breath, and tears ran down the sides of her face, leaving long, damp trails along her flushed cheeks.

With a groan that matched Hermione's in intensity if not pitch, Severus went rigid from head to toe as he erupted into her body, his behind tight and clenching as he pressed himself against the witch. The last thing Hermione noticed before going completely limp in Severus' arms was him holding her almost possessively to him. Up until then he had been holding back, keeping his own cries of pleasure muffled, but he began calling out her name right next to her ear when his own release took over.

By the time Severus finally came back down to earth, he shifted Hermione in his arms to look down into her face. Her skin was flushed to the point where it looked as if she were glowing. It looked as if Hermione was asleep, although her chest continued to heave with the need for air, even in unconsciousness. Her skin and hair was damp with sweat, although some of it was surely his, having come from his forehead when he went to kiss the witch. Her lips were red and swollen from the assault with his own, and the bottom one was marred with a dark red crescent-shaped line. Noticing that it match the shape of Hermione's upper teeth, Severus fumbled around for his wand and placed the tip by her mouth, effectively healing the small gash.

It took a long time for Severus to convince himself that he couldn't stay buried inside of Hermione forever, that he needed to pull out and get them both sorted. A mingling of their release lie in a small puddle on the desk beneath Hermione's behind, although she had no say on the matter as she was currently dead to the world.

Cleaned by use of wand and buttoned back into his trousers, Severus glanced again at Hermione, who was still out cold and splayed atop of his teaching robes, a lump beneath the material what he was sure was a pile consisting of second and third year homework assignments. Telling himself that he would fix anything that needed it, Severus scooped the unconscious witch up into his arms and carried her over to his small sofa. Her head immediately flopped forward and came to a rest at the crook of his neck, and remained there even as he lowered them both to the sofa.

While he was still mostly dressed, even with his boots, Hermione only had on her rumpled dress and bra that circled her waist in a pink heap. She was just beginning to curl up against him and shiver when Severus summoned his teaching robes from his desk and arranged the swath of material over her trembling form. Her small frame finally went still, and Hermione gave a little sigh as she subconsciously nuzzled her face against Severus' neck, never once waking up from her deep slumber.

Halfway between that place of restfulness and waking up, Hermione found that she was comfortable, much too comfortable, even though she wasn't lying in bed. She was resting on what felt like the familiar curve of a lean male body, and was nearly able to inhale a scent that didn't belong to her. But she didn't want to open her eyes. If she did, perhaps she would find that everything had been a dream and that she was actually lying in her bed in Gryffindor Tower, with naught for company except her cat.

Subconsciously believing that everything was a dream, she was unable to hold back a small sob and burrowed further into whatever it was she was lying on, still refusing to completely wake up. Only a hand that obviously didn't belong to her brushed across the top of her bare shoulder, and it was enough to make Hermione finally open her eyes.

The first thing that came into view was a low burning fire at an unfamiliar hearth. Quickly appraising herself, Hermione found that she was completely naked yet warm, save for something covering her from neck to foot, only a quick wriggle told her that she still had something surrounding her waist. Long fingers were loosely curved over her shoulder, and tilting her head slightly, Hermione looked up into the calm, sleeping face of Severus Snape.

His right arm was around her shoulders, and the left was tucked beneath his head, which was tilted back and resting at an awkward looking angle on the rolled arm of the sofa. It was strange seeing him without his lank black hair hanging in curtains around his face, as it had fallen back and left his gaunt features completely exposed.

Hermione had been using him as some sort of full-length body pillow for what she guessed had been an hour or so. Something had been draped over her, and she now realised that the material consisted of his famous billowing black teaching robes. The small sofa they were entangled on was obviously meant for sitting only, as Hermione was tucked between both of Severus' long and probably uncomfortably bent legs. Looking down, she saw that his legs were also partially covered by his robes, yet both his black dragon-hide booted ankles were propped up on the other rolled end of the sofa, and she knew for sure that he was uncomfortable.

Regardless, she wanted to stay close to him for as long as possible, and gently rested her head back against his chest. She still didn't get to take a good look around the room, but resorted to do so at a later time.

"You shouldn't be here."

It had been a while before Severus spoke, thusly shocking Hermione as she was sure that he had still been asleep. Even though his words said one thing, his actions spoke of another, as that same hand that rested atop her shoulder was now gently stroking the back of her neck.

Too enthralled with the sensation of his fingers tantalisingly roaming over her skin, it was a few minutes before she replied with a soft, non-mocking, " And yet, here I am."

The fingers stopped, and Hermione wanted to complain outright. Severus then sat up with Hermione still against his chest. She remained between his legs and he drew her away, just enough to look squarely into her face. "And therein lies the problem."

Hermione slowly shook her head, and it caused the robes to slip down from her shoulders. She was also beginning to tremble from the loss of Severus' body heat, and he reached around Hermione with both arms to secure the garment around her entire form.

"You won't get rid of me that easily, Severus," she replied, almost defiantly. "Not this time." Hermione had the gall to actually gesture to her nakedness beneath that his teaching robes were keeping covered, and Severus scowled so fiercely that she laughed in spite of herself. "Well, it isn't as if I'd planned on swanning through the dungeons in your robes, shouting that I've just shagged the Head of Slytherin House! Honestly, Severus."

"Cheeky little bint," Severus muttered, reaching out to a still giggling Hermione once more to pull her back against him. She was still shaking with laughter as she buried her head into his chest, although her mirthful sounds tapered off into a content sigh when his arms tightened around her.

Undoubtedly that would have been a sight to see. Severus would have paid his last Galleons just to see the look on some of the older, stuffier portraits' faces, at the sight of the half-naked Gryffindor announcing that she and Snape had just made the beast with two backs. His strenuous life barely afforded him many chances to laugh, although it seemed that Granger had forced him to do so on more than one occasion. That idea did amuse him, even if thinking about the reactions of the rest of the staff was enough to wipe the smirk off his face.

The rest of the professors at Hogwarts learning about his and Hermione's illicit relationship, however, would be the least of his worries. If news were to travel to other ears outside of Hogwarts...ears that belonged to one specific serpent-like wizard...things would turn bad, very quickly.

"The other professors and everyone else aren't the only ones that had you worried, are they?" Hermione suddenly asked. She had been playing with the small buttons on his white shirt, slipping her fingers beneath the placket and stroking him through the vest beneath.

Right then Snape cursed her insight, because she somehow managed to ask the very thing he began thinking of.

"Yes," he reluctantly admitted, although he spoke with a forced calmness. He didn't want to delve deeper into details, knowing that Hermione had a penchant to work herself up into a state of worry, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave her blissfully ignorant. Although, even the latter was hard to do, considering everything she and her friends had been through thus far.

Hermione let out a sharp gasp, and she scrambled to sit upright. "I'm an idiot; I never thought about that...I mean, I'm a Muggleborn and you're—well, where you went those nights back at Grimmauld Place, and—"

Hermione didn't know about Snape's history and obviously believed him to be a pureblood wizard. In actuality, he and another malicious wizard held only one thing in common, that fact being that they were both half-bloods. Snape had never tried to hide that point from Voldemort, and from the very beginning he made it known that he was devoted entirely to his cause, and thus was spared having his loyalties scrutinised. Things were, of course, different now, and his motives were secretly guarded and solely kept between him and the headmaster at Hogwarts.

The little witch now perched between his knees and babbling away had been a most unexpected occurrence, although not an unpleasant one. The last thing Snape planned on was dragging anyone else into his hodgepodge of a life, refusing to let another fall as a result of his own misdoings. True, he and Hermione had a shorter and much different history, but still, he refused to let anything happen to her. He truly didn't think that he would be able to handle that.

"Hermione," he calmly interrupted, ready to put an end to her tirade, although she seemed to have not heard him. "Hermione—enough."

Snape had to literally pinch her lips closed with two fingers to stop her from prattling on. She looked back at him with shock-widened eyes, although her mouth finally stilled.

"So long as you do as I say, stop roaming around by yourself, and keep out of trouble as you and your little friends are wont to do, you will be fine," Snape reassured, although he wondered if his words would hold true, and if so, for how long.

"I cannot tell you everything and I will not, so do not ask me," he continued. "If I need you do to something, don't question me. Is that understood?"

Hermione had grown quiet as if the weight of their conversation sobered her, but she nodded her head in agreement.

"Are you feeling uneasy now?" Snape went on to ask, wondering if Hermione would be so keen to continue sticking around now that he pointed out the other things they would inevitably have to deal with.

The corner of Hermione's mouth lifted slightly. "I've been uneasy ever since a troll tried to kill me in my first year," she admitted. "Almost being killed by one of my own professors, tortured by another, and then coming face-to-face with Death Eaters only sweetened the pot. But I'm still here, aren't I?"

"That you are, Miss Granger. That you are."

"Hermione."

"Alright—Hermione."

"And to think, the only thing I was worried about was if you still wanted me or not. Well, that, and how I would get to see you...like this, again."

Snape arched one eyebrow and peered into the smirking witch's face. "I would think that you would be more concerned with your plans on sneaking back into Gryffindor Tower."

"Well..." she trailed off in a sheepish voice. "I wasn't planning on leaving right this minute, to be honest. And besides, I've snuck out loads of time. My roommates don't notice anything."

Hermione's eyes grew wide as an owl's and she clapped a hand over her mouth, realising that she'd just told on herself. Snape merely shook his head at her, although she could have sworn that he was fighting back one of his almost smiles.

"I always had a suspicion that something wasn't quite right inside that head of yours," he said, narrowing his dark eyes at her.

"What?"

"You heard me, Granger. You need to have your head examined. As it is, will you at least try to keep yourself out of harm's way? As well as those other two dunderheads?"

Hermione didn't know whether to kiss Severus or laugh at the fact that she was excluded from being one of the 'dunderheads' even if he just insisted that she was mad in the head.

"Yes, I'll make sure that we keep ourselves safe," Hermione agreed.

"You especially, Granger, and do not take my words lightly. No more late night trips on your own to the library, I don't care how desperate you deem your urge to be."

Hermione grumbled and clutched Snape's teaching robes around her more tightly around her, turning her nose up into the air. "Fine, damn it. I won't sneak out of the dorms again. How did you know about that in the first place?" she demanded, only Snape shot her a knowing look. "You know everything, annoying omniscient Slytherin. Why does that not surprise me?"

Snape returned with a wry laugh. "I won't pretend to know everything, but I know about your little antics, as well as of those of the other two. "

"Well why did you never say anything?"

Silence.

"Oh, well I suppose you have your reasons. Not that you're going to tell me."

"Very good, Miss Granger."

"Hermione."

"Hermione. I still stand by my original statement."

"What, the one about me being mad?"

"Hmm, that would be the one."

Hermione feigned mock annoyance as she scrambled upright to her knees between Severus' legs, planting both hands against his chest and leaning forward against him. "Who are you calling mad, Professor?" she whispered, nuzzling her face against his angular cheekbones.

"You were the one that said mad, I simply stated that something was wrong with your head. But if you want to use mad..." With that, Snape pried one of Hermione's hands away from his chest and lowered it between them, until her fingertips were touching what was undeniably another erection. "You are mad, indeed, if you thought for one moment that I didn't want you."

Clearly shocked by that small confession, Hermione froze with her lips still hovering next to Snape's cheek. Her fingers tentatively rubbed him through his trousers, although when it was evident that her caresses were welcomed, they soon became bolder. A minute later, Hermione was still grasping and stroking his cock through the stiff material, while her lips pressed kisses into the side of his face. She was on the verge of unfastening his placket when Snape held onto her wrist, stopping her.

"Not on this uncomfortable, tiny-arsed sofa. I barely sit on this thing as it is."

"Alright, then where?"

Two black eyes searchingly looking into Hermione's face for a moment, and without saying a word, Severus unfolded his long limbs and fluidly rose from the sofa. He extended a hand to the witch and also helped her up.

Hermione hadn't realised that her body was sore from earlier, and although while it wasn't wholly unpleasant, it was enough to make her grimace. Besides being sore, she had to fumble to keep her dress from completely falling down her legs, while still holding onto the teaching robes. The fire still burned at the hearth, but the room wasn't warm enough that Hermione could stand there naked.

"Come along, you little troublemaker," Snape said, beckoning Hermione to follow him.

tbc..that's right...they aren't done just yet hehehehe
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