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Matters of the Heart	By : strawberryf1re Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34556 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Rating: M – inappropriate for readers under the age of 16; contains scenes of explicit sexuality and violence.

Disclaimer: Characters and settings ©J.K. Rowling

Author's Note: I'm going to apologize in advance for the lengthy breaks between chapters. I am more busy with college than I originally predicted, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to find time to write for my own enjoyment! I hope you bear with me throughout it all. I would be nothing without you, reader!

Matters of the Heart

K. Marie

Chapter 21

Despite their sudden discovery, Hermione insisted she continue training in Occlumency. She was very much interested in mastering the skill, and so Severus obliged, though he did so hesitantly. Despite his love for her, teaching Occlumency was not his preferred pastime. As they progressed through the evening, Severus was exposed to very few memories, but he did catch several glimpses of Hermione's parents from her memories.

Cynically, he thought to himself, it only made sense that the thoughts he did happen to access (though few they were) would be those of Hermione's parents. They had been preoccupying his mind for the better portion of the day. He couldn't help but suspect that perhaps Hermione never mentioning her parents to him was indicative of how she felt about him meeting them – or how they would react if they discovered their daughter was having an affair with her much-older professor. Truth be told, he was certainly old enough to be her father, and this was a reality he was very much aware of, though it did not concern him.

They had to be close to his age, Severus reasoned. Though, as he recalled, her parents were both dentists. That certainly involved a huge investment of time at school. Maybe they were older; perhaps then, their reaction wouldn't be quite so harsh.

Foolish. Severus chastised himself. You are still nearly twenty years her senior. The fact you are so smitten with someone barely of age…

Taking a break from the intensive work, Hermione and Severus rested in his office, silently grading papers together. Hermione had become nearly as efficient at finding errors and correcting them as Severus, and he was grateful for the spare set of eyes to analyze the assignments.

At some point during the evening, Severus set his quill in its well, leaning back in his chair. He had resigned to asking her about her parents – did a man still need a woman's father's approval to see her? He didn't really know the customs of dating anymore, but he didn't want to give her parents any (more) reason to despise him. He was very much in love with Hermione, and he wanted nothing to interfere with that.

Hermione was invested in an essay, scrawling some final notes at the bottom and offering a letter grade (based on Severus' criteria for grading, of course). Once she added the paper to the pile of finished essays, she responded to his watchful eye.

"What is it?" she asked.

He was simply considering her, his dark gaze staring down his hooked nose at her. For a moment, he said nothing. It had been a very long time since Severus had a companion who desired his company, and he hadn't the slightest how these things worked.

"Would you like me to meet your parents?" he asked awkwardly.

The question came as a surprise to Hermione, and for a moment she simply sat, blinking at him. He was staring at her, expecting an answer, the creases in his forehead exaggerated by his raised eyebrows. Her voice was hesitant as she spoke.

"Well… I don't… I never really gave any thought to it, honestly," she replied, setting her quill in its inkwell. It wasn't necessarily rejection, but for some reason the Potion Master felt as though his stomach dropped.

She leaned onto her elbows, moving closer to Severus. He could tell she was seriously considering the question, and Severus remained quiet for a moment while she did. It took some time before she spoke, and Severus suspected that perhaps she truly had never once considered introducing him to her parents.

"I haven't really thought of it, at all. We have been so invested in trying to conceal our relationship from everyone that I never thought once that perhaps it was time to expose it to my parents. I don't know how they would feel… I haven't the slightest," Hermione replied. "Dad would probably… he would probably find it quite odd, you know, because you're my teacher. I don't know about Mum… I don't think she would approve at all. You're so much older than I am. I think it would be very hard for her to accept it. But I'm an adult now," she paused. "They don't really have any jurisdiction in the area, you know?"

"Indeed," Severus replied. "But if you would like—"

"I absolutely want you to meet them, Severus. I just don't believe now is a very good time for that," she said, smiling slightly. "All things considered. Perhaps when I graduate. They can find out when my friends do."

Severus nodded slowly. "If you insist, Hermione. I am not certain of Muggle customs in this sort of things."

Hermione smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "You shouldn't worry yourself with understanding Muggle culture, Severus. It's dreadfully boring!"

He returned to his task, dipping his quill in its inkwell. While she eased his concerns, the thought of her parents continued looming in his mind. Only a few minutes passed in silence, and he heard Hermione's sharp intake of breath as she seemed to realize something. He looked up at her.

"Severus! With everything that's happened, I completely forgot!" she cried.

With one raised eyebrow, Severus returned his quill to its inkwell once more. He looked puzzled by her sudden statement, and she continued: "I never thanked you for your gift!"

This seemed to bewilder the man further, as he rested his elbows on the desk and leaned in towards her. "What gift, Hermione?"

"The wine?" Hermione replied, her voice conveying the same bemusement as Severus' face.

"Hermione, I never sent you any wine," the Potions Master replied, his voice firm.

"No?" she asked. "It was wrapped in Slytherin colors…"

"It would appear you have an admirer, Hermione," Severus smirked. "Should I be jealous?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "I haven't enough left to love anyone but you, Severus."

Tenderly, he reached his rough hand up to her face and stroked it gently. His thumb traced the contour of her lips, before he grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled her to him. Hermione's eyes flickered closed as he kissed her, and she could not believe that even after all these months, she still trembled beneath his touch.

"I will have to keep a watchful eye on my students, then," Severus said, his voice suddenly dark, almost serious. "Otherwise they may begin encroaching on territory they would have been wise to leave well enough alone."

Hermione laughed. "Severus!"

She leaned in to kiss him once more, her stomach aflutter, and then returned to their task at hand. At least half an hour passed, and Hermione suddenly felt the mundane task of grading begin weighing in on her patience. She hadn't any idea how Severus could do this so often!

She set her quill down. "I'm going to check on my projects," she said quietly. His response was a gruff grunt, and she rose.

Quietly she pulled open the door to the classroom and passed into it, her shoes quietly clicking against the stone floor as she crossed to the laboratory. As she moved into the lab, she spotted her cauldrons, which were tucked away in the back corner.

Examining their contents, she ensured they were in working order. Her Draught of Life, which would continue maturing for several weeks, was currently a deep red, and it reminded Hermione very much of blood. The Drink of Despair, which was still resting above a small flame, was slowly churning and bubbling within the cauldron. She had bewitched the cauldron itself to prevent any spillage from the bubbles, and the invisible dome that covered its mouth was splattered with yellow fluid.

As she rose from kindling the flame below the cauldron, Hermione was startled to find she was no longer alone in the laboratory. Severus was leaning against the doorjamb casually, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers.

"You startled me," she said quietly, turning away from him to scrawl some notes in her potions notebook.

"It certainly was not my intention, Miss Granger," Severus growled, moving over to her. He peered down into her cauldrons, turning his gaze slowly to her. "How is it?"

"As expected, I believe," Hermione replied, turning to her textbook. "Indeed. Both draughts are just as they should be."

"Tomorrow, I request that you assist me with my own personal task," he said slowly, his eyes watching the thick liquid that would be the Drink of Despair churn in the cauldron.

"Yes, of course, Severus," Hermione smiled at him. "I would love to!"

"Very well," he replied, slowly snaking his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him. "We will need to access the greenhouses tomorrow during lunch, if you are not opposed." When she agreed to assist, he promptly changed the subject. "In which case, I believe it is about time we retired."

Hermione's lips curled into a smile and she nodded enthusiastically. In one quick movement, Severus had swept her up into his arms. She laughed, kissing his face as he carried her into the potions classroom. They paused there, kissing tenderly in the dark. She pressed her forehead against his, staring deep into his dark eyes.

"Severus, this feels too good to be true," she said, just the slightest hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yes, I know," Severus replied, kissing her nose sweetly. "But I intend on enjoying every last moment until the very end."

As he carried her through his office to his private rooms, she nuzzled her face into his sallow cheek. She couldn't believe the love she felt for this man; it was like nothing else she had ever experienced. In just some short months, her entire life had changed. When this school year started, she had only hoped for an exciting final year, very eager to begin her apprenticeship project with her mind set on one of three subjects. She hoped it would be a calm year, with no sign of dark wizardry, and a happy year, to finish out her wizarding education. And had her school year lived up to what she had hoped!

When they entered his rooms, Severus set her down gently. "Shall I run a bath for us?" he asked.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes glittering in the dim light of the room. With a smile, she nodded. "I think that would be lovely, Severus."

"It isn't often that I do this," Severus said, as he flicked his wand. The faucets of his tub opened up, and the sound of rushing water filled the room. Shortly after, several more opened wide, pouring sweet-smelling and relaxing liquids into the water. "But I thought the occasion warranted it."

"Occasion?" Hermione asked.

"Professor Dumbledore, of course," Severus said. "While he certainly did not bless our relationship, I am still within the safety of Hogwarts and you are still in my arms."

"To Dumbledore, then," Hermione lifted her hand, as though offering a toast to the elder wizard.

Severus' hand caught her own, and he pulled her to him. "To us," he whispered, framing her face gently with his hands.

He pulled her face up to him, kissing her deeply, parting her lips and caressing her tongue gently. She leaned into his kiss, her body craving him. Slowly, Severus moved his hands down her throat, his thumbs resting at the center of her collar. He could feel her heartbeat, rapid and erratic, as his touch awakened parts of her she never knew she had.

His fingers gently worked open her robe, the light fabric slipping from her shoulders and falling with a quiet whisper to the floor. He began kissing her neck hungrily, his passionate suckling bruising her pale skin. Hermione moved her hands to her waist and unfastened her jeans. He slipped her shirt over her head and she wiggled out of her pants, standing before him in her undergarments.

Severus slowly knelt, leaving a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck to her chest and stopping at her stomach. She tangled her fingers in his hair, tipping her head back as his breath tickled her skin. Gliding his fingertips along her inner thigh, he slipped his fingers into her panties, sliding them down her legs. His kisses paused at the triangle of soft curls between her legs. Gently he combed his fingers through the soft hair there, barely touching her most sensitive parts.

"Severus, you're teasing," her voice was a soft whisper. She released a gasp when he leaned forward and began to tend to her sensitive nub, his fingers sliding up her thigh and into her hot core. It was quite difficult indeed for her to remain standing as he pleasured her, and he grasped her buttocks, holding her to him as he suckled her.

As he stood, he left a trail of kisses from her sex to her lips, shrugging out of his own robes. He led her to the bath, filled now with luxuriously hot water. The smells that emanated from the water soothed her senses, and as Hermione stepped into the bath, she felt her worries melt away. Severus slipped himself behind her, his legs on either side of her hips, and he began to rub the tension away from her muscles.

Hermione allowed head to fall forward as Severus' strong fingers began to massage the muscles at the base of her skull. Gently, yet firmly, his strong hands skillfully kneaded all the knots from her back. Her body was so tense that at first, it ached to have him press in on her in such a way, but as he worked, she soon found it difficult to suppress the pleasured gasps that he elicited.

"Hermione, have I told you what you mean to me?" he asked, leaning close to her ear.

"You don't have to tell me, Severus," she replied in a hushed voice. "I know."

Severus' fingers continued kneading through the tension of her body. From her shoulders to her fingertips, from her neck to her bottom, he found every tight knot of muscle and massaged it loose. He rested his chin upon her shoulder, his fingers working open the tightness in her lower back.

"Hermione, your love is my world," Severus said softly. "For the first time in a very, very long time, I have something to live for."

The backs of Hermione's eyes stung with tears, but she blinked them away. "Severus…"

He gently kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck, his hands sliding around to gently cup her breasts. His fingers gently teased her nipples into erection, and she leaned back against him, opening her entire body to him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her back. His lips lingered along her throat, gently suckling and leaving subtle bruises.

"Severus," she moaned gently, as one of his hands abandoned her breast and travelled down into the water to between her legs.

His lips were at her ear, kissing it gently and allowing his breath to brush against her cheek. He slid two of his fingers inside of her, probing gently. She arched her back against him, releasing a pleasured groan.

"Even now… with everything that's happened?" she asked, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as Severus continued pleasuring her.

"Hermione, I am a firm believer in compartmentalizing one's life," he said, his voice soft against her throat. "And certain things must take priority – you take priority."

Hermione turned in the water to face him, pressing a kiss against his lips. She slowly guided her hips to his hardness, plenty ready for him as he slid inside her wetness. Severus' hands were at her waist, guiding her along his shaft. His head tipped back against the rim of the tub, and he released a guttural moan. She felt luxurious wrapped around his throbbing organ so tightly.

Around them, water splashed out of the tub and onto the floor. But neither of them cared in that moment – the only thing that mattered then was them, and as they moved together passionately in the water, their voices singing pleasured moans, the entire world around them disappeared.

They only departed the bath when the water began to chill their skin, collapsing instead into Severus' bed. He combed his fingers through her hair, her head resting against his chest as his soft, even breathing slowly lulled her to the edge of consciousness.

She snuggled in close to his body, seeking his warmth. He pulled the covers up close to her, tightening the cocoon wrapped around her body. Looking into her face, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love for this woman beside him. She was quietly sleeping now, and though he was not particularly sleepy himself, he was content with lying there with her, peacefully.

Hermione wasn't sure when she actually woke that morning. The transition from dreaming to wakefulness was blissfully blurred, and as she lay in bed, she was overwhelmed by an intense feeling of pleasure. Stretching her limbs, she allowed her legs to fall open, exposing herself more fully to the man who was buried beneath the blankets, his hot mouth suckling at her most sensitive places.

She released a soft moan as he licked at her wetness, his fingers gently working their way inside of her. He was hungrily pleasuring her, his tongue exploring every inch of her hot folds, basking in the smell and taste of her. She arched her back, raising her hips to push herself further into his mouth, as far as she could. He sucked harder at her, causing her to cry out his name in climactic release.

As she came down from her high, he poked his head out from under the covers and kissed her chest, slowly leading a trail to her lips. His face was wet with her and his tongue tasted of her. Longingly, he gazed into her eyes, his ebony depths filled with passion, with love, only for her – and as she lifted herself to him, he slowly pushed his way into her, moaning as she surrounded him.

"I love being inside of you," he gasped as he thrust into her. Her face flushed with her heatedness for him, her moans only inspiring him further.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she gasped.

She tightened around him as he thrust forcefully into her, and the sudden friction nearly caused him to climax. He had to slow his movements otherwise he would spill within her, and he wanted this to last.

"I love you, Hermione," he whispered in her ear before kissing her deeply. She returned the gesture, her tongue massaging his aggressively, her fingers digging into the musculature of his back.

"I love you too, Severus," she said between her sighs of pleasure. "So, so much."

With a final thrust, he moaned her name as he released within her. Her muscles tightened around him, as though trying to milk him of it all, and as he eased out of her, he groaned in pleasure. Collapsing beside her in bed, they lay there, tangled within each other's limbs, kissing gently, passionately.

It wasn't until awhile later that Hermione realized they had drifted off to sleep once more, and she woke in a panic. Her sudden movements startled the sleeping man beside her, and he sat up in bed quickly.

"Severus! It's nearly nine-thirty!" she hissed. "We're late for class!"

"Shit!" he cursed, standing quickly and pulling on his dressing robe. As he stood in the middle of his sleeping quarters, he stared at her as she frantically rushed around the room, collecting her clothing.

"Hermione, you should relax for a moment. It is the middle of a class period – if we emerged from my office now, it would raise suspicion. Not to mention," he paused, and she recognized a glint of humor in his eyes. "We absolutely reek of sex."

Hermione's cheeks pinked ever-so slightly at his comment, and suddenly she laughed. "Yes, we do, don't we?"

"Let us shower" – and when Hermione cast him a look, he added – "and it will be quick, I promise."

"As long as you can stave off your sexual appetite!" she said, smiling at him.

"It is the only way we will ever make it out of my rooms in time for the next class period," Severus replied, his eyes glittering in the light of the sun.

They showered quickly indeed, and Severus led the way to his classroom, departing through his office door before Hermione to ensure the path was clear. His students – all of whom surely would not think of skipping his class even if he were not to show for fear of the severe repercussions – were all sitting, rather impatiently, at their desks. As he burst into the room, his long black robes billowing about him, the students jumped with a start.

"Seeing as I have delayed this class lecture," Severus began, and he had forced irritation into his tone. "I expect an essay on what should have been covered in class today by next Friday. Dismissed."

The students groaned and complained as they left the room. Hermione, having listened through the door, couldn't help but smile – Severus truly was milking that for what it was worth, as he gained much from being so late for his first class of the day (as it was such a wonderful way to spend the morning!), and he was able to inflict a tedious task on his students. When he called to Hermione, she cracked open the office door.

"I'll see you in class, Severus," she whispered to him, kissing him deeply, before slipping from the classroom.

When she ran into Ron and Harry before her next class, they had some questions. They hadn't seen her at breakfast, which wasn't strange in itself, but when she was absent for her first class, that caused some alarm. They walked together, though Hermione was quite glad that her next class was Ancient Runes, which meant her friends would have to depart soon.

"You've missed more classes this year than any other year, 'Mione," Ron said to her. "It's not like you."

Hermione frowned, and she nodded. "Yes, I know." Her mind whirled for a suitable excuse, but Harry interjected.

"Is everything okay, Hermione?" he asked, the concern in his voice quite clear.

"Erm… yes, Harry. Everything's okay. I think I've just been working myself too hard, it's nothing. Really," she offered a smile.

"If you're making yourself sick from school, 'Mione, that's quite a bit of something, actually," Harry replied, and as they came to a staircase, he stopped. "We're worried about you. We haven't seen you much at all this year, and you're missing classes – it's just not like you. We know you're busy with your apprenticeship, but if Snape is working you this hard…"

Hermione's heart ached for her friends, and she suddenly wished she could tell them everything. She knew when they found out – nearly a year after everything began – they would be furious with her for lying to them for so long, and with reason. She tried to force a smile, to reassure them that everything was just fine, but instead her eyes stung with tears.

"I know, Harry. I know," she replied softly. "But it's just part of it, with Professor Snape – we all knew that, once he accepted me I wouldn't be around much. Between the apprenticeship and all of my other classes, I've a lot of work ahead of me."

Ron reached out to embrace his friend, and she fell into his arms. "Just… take care of yourself, 'Mione. We miss you, but we know how important this is to you."

She squeezed him around his waist tightly, tears threatening their way through to her cheeks. "Thank you. I love you both, I hope you know that!"

As she pulled away from Ron, Harry reached around her to hug her. "We know, Hermione. Don't you worry about that."

Hermione smiled at them. How she loved those boys, and missed them dearly. No matter what happened between her and Severus, these boys would always be her friends, and she would always care for them as her brothers. It hurt her to know how much they worried, but at the same time, she appreciated their concern, because it meant they truly cared for her, and sometimes she had forgotten about that.

"We'll see you at lunch, Hermione," Harry said, squeezing her hand affectionately before turning up the staircase.

"See you guys then," she replied, smiling. She continued on her way to Ancient Runes.

Severus Snape was seated behind his desk at the front of his classroom, his dark eyes following each student as they entered and took their seat. When Hermione had entered (first, as always), while he did not openly display his joy at seeing her, she did recognize the glittering of his eyes that was only meant for her. She tried not to smile, instead tucking her chin to her chest, and took her seat at the front of the class.

As Severus watched Hermione enter his classroom, he felt something stir beneath his belt. Fondly, he recalled their morning together, and as he watched her move through his classroom, he couldn't help but feel his desire for her rise.

Focus. He chided himself, bringing himself to the present. Control yourself for the class period, Severus. He shook his head, as if trying to shake from it the ridiculous thought.

As the last student filed into the classroom, Severus stood from his desk, his hands clasped behind his back. He had to admit, for what it was worth – and he knew that it may have been solely because it was Hermione's class – this year's seventh year potions class was one of his least despised classes he'd had in a long time. At the N.E.W.T. level, all of the students were capable (though that by no means meant they were competent); but this class was fairly proficient at the art of potion-brewing, and he rarely had to tuck into his own purse to replace items or repair damages caused by the students.

The students stared at him expectantly as he stood before them, and for a moment, Severus simply studied them. "Today's lesson," he began, "involves creating the antidote for basilisk venom."

In turn, the students began chattering quietly with anticipation. Severus knew that this was one of the most popular potions lessons he taught in all the classes, and the students always enjoyed the process very much. It may have been because they got to learn a little about Hogwarts folklore (little did they know that the myth was a reality until five years prior), or it may have been because they acquired the skill of drawing venom from a basilisk fang; Severus knew not what made this class so popular, but he didn't mind the day he would teach it, as the students generally performed remarkably well.

He allowed the prattle to continue for a second's longer until he decided to continue speaking. As his voice crossed the room, the palaver silenced quickly, and the students watched him with wide, excited eyes.

"In this lesson we will discuss the basilisk…" and so class continued. Severus ordered his students to turn to the appropriate page, and as he spoke, he watched eager hands scribbling down his words rapidly, excited to begin brewing.

Hermione enjoyed listening to his voice, calm and commanding, as he instructed the class. She paid close attention to his words, but for a moment she wasn't sure if it was because she was concerned about what he was actually speaking, or if it was just because that voice sent chills down her spine. A small smile crossed her lips as she considered the latter, unsurprised if it was indeed the case.

"Get to work," he said finally, and in a shuffle of feet, screech of chairs, and clunk of cauldrons, the students rushed to the back of the room to begin their work.

As the students worked, Severus stalked between workstations, peering over his pupils' shoulders to their busy hands, studying them as they worked. He circled the students like a vulture, preying on them for the slightest mistake. This was a particularly risky class lesson as much as it was entertaining for the students; to make any error in drawing venom from the fang could result in a long stay at the infirmary, and Severus refused to craft the very tonic that his students were supposed to learn how to brew themselves.

"Need I remind you to handle the basilisk fang with extreme caution," he growled. "As it is your job to create the antidote, I have not prepared any ahead of time."

As he wandered through the aisles, he stopped before Hermione's workstation. Malfoy, who had been working across the room, turned and watched Severus as the professor studied his student, as though the Slytherin was waiting to witness something Severus would later regret. Neither professor nor pupil noticed their audience, and Severus towered above her, watching her closely.

"Granger," came the low rumble. Hermione looked up at him, trying to conceal her smile the best she could. With a morning as lovely as they had, she couldn't help but feel as though she would burst with joy the moment she made eye contact with the man. "I would like to see you in my office."

Hermione nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. Let me just finish here."

"Quickly, Granger," his voice was a quiet growl, and he continued on to the next student.

Hermione had been drawing venom from the fang as he had spoken to her, and once she was able to add the poison to her cauldron, she set the empty tooth down. Her potion would need to simmer over an open flame for fifteen minutes before she could crush a bezoar and drop it into the mixture, so she approached Severus slowly after casting a protective spell upon the cauldron (to keep the Slytherins from tampering with her potion, of course). When he noticed her coming towards him, he stalked to his office.

She closed the door behind her, knowing that the eyes of her classmates had been following her as she walked. She leaned against the door briefly, willing her nerves to settle, and then she looked up at Severus.

"What is it?" she asked him, puzzled.

"I couldn't help myself," he hissed, grabbing hold of her tightly and pressing a kiss against her lips. She was surprised by the gesture, but melted into his touch, her tongue caressing his passionately. His touch was so familiar to her, and yet a simple kiss from him could cause her body to react, as though they had never touched before.

His rough hands pushed her robes out of the way to slide into her blouse, caressing the supple skin there. His touch was light, almost teasing, as his fingers gently stroked the sensitive skin. She released a soft moan into his mouth, his tantalizing touch stirring something deep within her groin.

"The only thing on my mind was you – the taste and smell of you," he growled into her throat as he planted kisses along her neck, careful not to leave a mark. "All I could think of was this morning."

She sighed at his caress, tilting her head to the side to expose her throat to him. The way his hands were ravaging her body, his lips touching every part of her – she wanted to reject him, to avoid suspicion of the class, but she couldn't. Her longing for him overwhelmed any rational thought.

"I just had to have you before tonight," he groaned into her as he dropped to his knees, lifting her shirt to suckle her breast. His hand reached around her back, gently tracing the contour of her spine, sending a shiver coursing through her body. She leaned into him, her hips pressing into his chest.

"Right now, Severus?" she gasped as his hands began to unfasten her pants. "In the middle of class?" Her jeans dropped to her ankles, and Severus delicately slid her panties from between her thighs.

"Quickly," he hissed, his tongue gently teasing the sensitive nub between her legs. His fingers gently crawled up her thigh, slipping between the wet folds of her core.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers played within her, stroking her insides. "Is this a quickie, Severus?" she gasped, her breathing heavy.

"If you want to call it that," he growled. His fingers were still stroking her inside, his lips still teasing her. She released a pleasured gasp as his tongue flicked at her.

As Severus rose from her, he planted kisses all along the path to her face. His lips did not leave her body as he circled around her, coming to her backside. His fingers traced the contours of her hips, and he gently leaned into her, pressing his hardness into her back.

"Bend over," he whispered into her ear, his tongue tracing the lobe. He sucked it into his mouth, tugging on it gently.

She leaned over his desk and she heard him unfasten his trousers. Suddenly, she felt his exposed manhood against her behind, and she couldn't help but smile.

"I hope you had that tucked away during class, Severus," her voice was low, almost primal, as her arousal overtook any logical sense.

He suddenly pushed himself into her wetness, and she grabbed tightly onto the edge of the desk to keep from crying out in pleasure. With his hands grasping her hips, he pumped into her, quickly, roughly, his own quiet groans escaping his lips with each thrust. The edge of his desk was pressing painfully into her thighs but she didn't care; the only thing on her mind was the amazing feeling of her lover, absolutely filling her, pressing in on spots within her she had never felt before.

Hermione couldn't help but wish his long, slow thrusts would push deeper and deeper within her. As he moved inside her, she arched her body away from her desk, biting her lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. With her back arched, he was able to reach around her and cup her breasts, caressing them gently. He threw his head back as he approached his release, her body in his hands like heaven to him.

It did not take Severus very long to reach his climax, and as he came within her, he clenched his teeth against the intense pleasure. He nearly collapsed onto her, catching himself on the desk and supporting his weight above her.

As he removed himself from within her, he kissed her neck gently. She straightened up, pulling her jeans over her hips and straightening her robe. She grasped the collar of Severus' robe, kissing him passionately once more before turning towards the office door. She tried to suppress any thoughts of what just occurred in his office to avoid from blushing, but it was quite hard indeed.

She opened the door slowly, lowering her gaze to the ground. She wanted both to hide her face, which could very well betray her, and let the students believe she had just endured a severe lecture, and approached her desk. Severus swept from the room, his face twisted into a foul expression, as though having to discuss anything with Hermione Granger was indeed a most distasteful task.

The eyes of students flickered from the Gryffindor Head Girl to the Slytherin Head of House, some with great sympathy, others with great entertainment. After Hermione resumed working, all of the students followed suit, except for one: Draco Malfoy, whose grey eyes were narrowed suspiciously, turned his pointed face into a smug sneer. Severus' eyes had scanned the students, and as Malfoy was watching Hermione, he caught sight of this subtle gesture.

Suddenly, Severus felt anger boil inside of him at the sight of the young Malfoy. He leaned onto his desk, his knuckles turning white as he grasped the edges, his mind whirling through the flurry of emotions the entire Malfoy family had recently inspired within him.
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