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It took several more raps before she heard someone moving in the room beyond. The door flew upon and an acid voice spoke. "Miss Granger, what the bloody hell do you want this time of night?" Snape stood there in his black bathrobe, glowering at her.

Doesn't the man own anything but black she thought, as she brushed passed him and entered into his chambers. "Oh please come in," he said sarcastically as he shut the door and turned to face her. She was gazing around his room, taking in the exquisite furnishings.

"I am sure you did not wake me out of my bed so that you could take a tour of my private chambers," his sneering voice woke her out of her musings. "Say whatever it was that couldn't wait until a decent hour, and get the hell out."

Turning to face him, she felt like telling him what a bloody bastard he was to even suggest what he had during their time in the circle of desire, but found her eyes moving down his chest where the bathrobe was opened. The expanse of pale, firm skin, dusted with black hair, made her take a different route.

Opening her cloak, she let if fall to a heap around her feet, "I came to return your shirt," she said innocently, trying to keep the huskiness out of her voice.

Snape was momentarily taken about as she stood there clad only in his shirt, her long pale legs emphasized by the dark fabric that fell to an inch below her hips and the heels she wore, that accented the muscles of the lean limbs.

Smiling sultry at his lack of composure, she reached up to slowly unbutton the first button. "I thought you might want it back Severus," she said impishly, his name gliding off her tongue like warm wine.

His hands shot out quickly and caught her wrists pulling them away from the shirt. Eyes glittering dangerously, he purred in his silkiest voice, "keep it, I am sure it will bring you pleasant memories, Miss Granger, and ten points from Gryffindor from not addressing your professor with a proper title." He pulled her toward the door. "Now get out before I make it a full fifty for being a annoying girl."

Her eyes blazing she reached out and stopped his movement as he reached for the door, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her mouth. She kissed the palm before moving it down to place it on her breast, wondering what she was thinking, though the rush of his aroma filled her nostrils making her loins damp once more. Having a wild thought, that perhaps she should just walk through the door and maybe find Sirius, she looked up to gaze in his eyes that were smoky and dark.

"I don't know what kind of game you are playing Miss Granger," he growled, the huskiness in his voice made her shiver, "but if you leave now, I will forget this foolishness that should it continue would most definitely cause you to be expelled." He looked at her menacingly, though his hand still rested on her breast, and she hid her smile as she felt the fingers lightly tease the nipple into erection.

"I had thought to hold you to your proposal last night, Professor," she said brightly. "I never dreamed you were the type of man to go back on his promise." Looking at him with what she hoped was a surprised look.

"You foolish girl," he purred, his voice once more dangerous, as he moved closer to her, causing her to retreat until she was pressed against the door. Her wrist he still held was pulled above her head and pressed hard into the wood. His face inches from hers he brought his mouth close to hers. "We were under the thrall of a magical spell and twenty points from Gryffindor for not realizing that," he said savagely as his mouth ground on hers.

Meaning to scare the wits out of her, he bit down roughly on her lips, tasting the blood, as he forced his tongue into her mouth, ravaging her. Hearing her moan softly, he meant to release her and shove her out the door, and was taken about as her hips thrust out to rub against his.

His hand on her breast grew rough as he pinched her nipple before trailing off to the edge of the shirt, slipping underneath to slide between her thighs. The heat and wetness flooded over his hand and he stroked her there, surprised to find her so ready. Quickly he released his hold on her and pulled back, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, trying to control the lust that coursed through his veins. Hermione slid half down the door before she got her shaking legs under her. Damn, she looked wanton he thought, standing there, face flushed, lips swollen, eyes half closed with desire.

"Leave Miss Granger and now!" his usual controlled demeanor slipping. "What did you think, if you even did think, that I would take one look at you and shag you silly."

She gazed at him, her eyes wide and a sly grin appeared on her face. "Yes."

He stood there a moment, taken aback, then cursed, closing the distance between them with a stride. Grasping her around the waist, he swung her about before bringing his mouth down on hers, kissing her until she thought she would swoon. "Be careful what you wish for," he growled as he swung her up into his arms and dropped her unceremoniously on the couch. Before she could register the fall, he was on top of her, mouth claiming hers once more. Head swimming with desire, she had a fleeting moment of fear, afraid that he would take her and then go to Dumbledore with what happen and indeed get her expelled. But as his hand once more moved down, to force her legs apart, the fingers gliding into her most intimate area, she moaned and all thoughts were washed away.

"You little tease," he growled, as he kissed her throat, stopping at the sensitive spot on her neck he had found last night. Bringing his head up, though his fingers never stopped their movements, which brought little whimpers of delight from her, he gazed down into her face. "Do you want this Miss Granger?" he asked trying to make his voice sound hard, but caught in his own desire it came out husky. Look at me. She opened her eyes and stared into his, seeing her reflection in those dark orbs. "Tell me, do you want this?"
"Yes," she moaned as his finger stilled.
"What do you want?" he asked silkily, allowing his fingers to caress her once more.

"I want,,,," she bit on her lip as shudders began to flood through her, and she closed her eyes once more. Again the motion stopped and she cried out in frustration.

"Tell me Hermione," he said, his voice sounding dangerous and she opened her eyes to see his face inches from hers. "Tell me what you want."

Looking into his eyes without blinking, "I want you to shag me silly, Severus," she whispered throatily. Claiming her mouth once more, she whimpered as he removed his hand from her. Hearing his throaty laughter now, he remarked something about impatience as he moved his body between her thighs.

He brushed against her teasingly, still wearing his silk boxers. Reaching down she slid her fingers under the waistband, trying to pull them down. "Now, now Hermione," he said, making her quiver as he let her name slide off his tongue, "you have forgotten who the teacher is here." Leaning down over her, he took the first button of the shirt in his teeth and jerked it off. Pulling the fabric back he kissed the area the button had revealed, before moving down to the next one, repeating the kissing after each button. Hermione felt she would explode when the final button was jerked off and the fabric of the shirt pushed aside and his mouth bent to kiss the top of the curls that covered her sex. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him down lower.

He complied with a soft laugh, and bent down to lay feathery kisses along the inside of her thighs, stopping just short of the area she so desperately wanted those kisses to touch. Writhing under him, he stroked her stomach with one hand as he used the other to open the folds of her womanhood, allowing his tongue to slide in.

Feeling him tasting her there, she arched her back, but his hand pushed down on her stomach keeping her against the couch. His tongue flicked in and out slowly, tasting her before moving up and he began sucking on her nub, bringing a deep moan from her. He slipped his fingers inside as his tongue flicked and sucked, the other hand still pressing her down, and he felt her velvet insides clamp around him. Stroking with his hand, he felt the muscles tightening and his tongue flicked faster, until he felt the surge of wetness, his fingers clamped tight within her.

Hermione threw back her head and let out a small shriek as her legs quivered. Damn, she needed that release, she thought as she felt her legs melt. Severus moved out between her legs and kissed his way back to her mouth and opened it with his tongue. She tasted the salty, musky taste of herself in his mouth, something she had never experienced before until last night when Sirius had done the same thing and found it not repulsive but very erotic. His tongue stroked hers and she was barely aware of his movements as he pulled off his boxers, though his robe still hung on his shoulders. She felt the heat of his body as he laid down on her, his erection brushing against her thighs.

His hands moved up to brush her nipples with the palms, his weight pressing on her deliciously. "Is that enough Miss Granger?" he asked between kisses, raising up once more, he held his weight above her, looking down at her, a sly smile on his lips. Damn, she was beautiful he thought, her hair spread out like a waterfall of honey slick, her lips red and swollen, her eyes glazed with sexual contentment.

Her throat felt dry and she looked at him. "No," she purred, trying to match his teasing tone. "No?" he asked, his voice silky once more, as he moved his hips against hers, allowing the tip of his shaft to brush through the curls there. "What more do you want, Hermione" he asked as he bent down to kiss the spot at the nape of her neck that made her shiver. "How am I too know if you don't tell me?" he asked slyly, looking into her eyes, again allowing his member to graze against her.

"I thought I told you Professor," her voice raspy with want, " I want you to fuck me."

"As you wish," he said, claiming her mouth roughly. "Open for me Hermione," he gasped between kisses. She spread her legs wider and reached between them, feeling her way across his hard member as she spread herself with her fingers. He plunged deep within her in one swift movement, filling her.

Hermione gasped against his mouth as he entered her, feeling the largeness as it filled her. He removed almost completely out of her before plunging again, driving her into the couch. She cried out in pleasure and a little in pain, as he began moving within her. Evidently her lover over the summer had been a little lacking also, she mused as he touched places within her that had never been caressed. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and rocked to the controlled rhythm between her thighs and the driving tongue in her mouth. She felt the pressure building and he groaned as he felt her grip him hard.

"Not yet" he said, his voice heavy and panting, as he stilled himself, just lying there within her. She protested, grinding her pelvis against him. "No," he chuckled and pulled back, not completely out of her and grabbed her legs draping them over his shoulders. As he plunged back down, Hermione cried out at this new development. The position had her almost bent double allowing him to plunge deeper into her, his member hitting the wall of her cervix. As the pain subsided she found the sensations delicious, more than anything she had ever experienced. "Open your eyes, Hermione" he instructed. She looked up and him, and she blushed as she saw, well herself and him, as they came together and apart. The erotic picture made her so hot she could feel the heat well up inside her, intensifying as Severus reached between them and began caressing her nub with his fingers.

The tension that had been building before he had cut her off, doubled and she gripped at his body, his shoulders, his side, as her head began to roll back and forth from the climax that was building within her. He slammed into her harder and faster until she felt that the couch would collapse beneath them, and screaming his name she came. Feeling her tighten around him, the heat and wetness surrounding him, Severus gave over and plunged once more into her, spilling into her.

Removing her trembling legs from his shoulders, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her gently, their sweating bodies sticking together.
"Wow."
"Did you say something, Miss Granger?" he asked, chuckling softly.
"That was...wow," she said again, blushing.
"Is that a term for something?" he asked amused.
"Yea," she said, "for damn good." He laughed out loud.

She felt like all her bones had liquefied and she snuggled against him ready for sleep when she felt him nipping at her neck. She looked at him, curious. He claimed her mouth, running his teeth against each lip before pulling the bottom one into his mouth. She was surprised to feel him growing hard against her thigh. Her eyes opened wide as he looked into them. His voice low and dangerous he said, "I do believe you asked me to shag you silly Miss Granger, and as you pointed out that I was a man of my word, you surely don't expect me to stop now." He growled as he got up, lifting her with ease and carried her into the bedroom.

He dropped her on her stomach and knelt down behind her. "On your knees Hermione," he said slapping her bottom lightly.
"I don't think,"
"I didn't ask you to think, silly girl," he growled, though she still detected the amusement in his voice. Obeying she raised herself to her elbows and knees. She gasped as she felt him enter her from behind, sliding in easily from the juices from their previous bout. Amazed at his stamina, she barely had time to think as he pounded into her hard from behind, his hand coming around her waist to tease her clit once more. "Kiss me, Hermione," he demanded and she felt him bending over her. She twisted her head until she felt pain as she reached up to meet his mouth, their tongues dancing. Pulling his head back his hand gripped her hips, pulling her back and forth.

Moaning as he invaded her body, she wanted his hand back on her sensitive spot and tried to pull one there. "No, Hermione," he said, "I want you to pleasure yourself there." Too aroused to protest, she leaned down till her face was pressed on the bed, as her hand reached back to rub at her nub. The sensations were overwhelming and she felt blackness behind her eyes as she massaged herself, feeling him pound into her deeply, and let out at weak scream as she felt herself climaxing for the third time this evening.

Severus felt her collapse beneath him, and he withdrew long enough to roll her over, spreading her legs with his knee and settling himself within her once more. "Oh gods, she moaned, barely able to stop the shuddering that was running through her body. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked her as her rocked gently into her body feeling her tighten around him once more. "I don't think," she moaned as she felt exquisite feeling building in her once more, "I don't think," Laughing at her, he kissed her gently. "You think too much girl," he said, "just enjoy.' He stroked in and out of her more gently, allowing his pelvis to achieve what their hands had done earlier. As he felt her tightened, he increased the pace, knowing he couldn't last much longer. She moaned loudly, every inch of her quivering as she climaxed. Red lights flooded her eyes, and she felt that she would die from the pressure mounting and mounting, before she felt herself slide back down. She felt the hot spurts as Severus came with her. Barely conscious she felt him slide out of her, and wrap his arms around her, kissing her gently. "Silly," she murmured as she slipped into a deep sleep. Severus laughed; amazed at the great sex he had just enjoyed, and pulled the covers up around them. No wonder Dumbledore had the "thou shalt not touch the students even if they are of age' statement on every memo at the start of each term, he thought wryly, before giving into exhaustion and joining Hermione in a well deserved sleep.

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5 days later

Dumbledore set his bag down in the hall. It was good to be back, he thought and touched his nose gingerly. His face was bright pink though his nose was as red as a beet, with peeling skin. He had spent five glorious days on a tropical island, relaxing, swimming and sunbathing though he thought, he would never get all the sand out of his beard. Hearing footsteps coming up the hall, he saw Minerva striding toward him. His face fell as he saw the dour look upon hers, her eyes flashing. Sighing, he wondered what had happened as she approached him.

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After receiving quite an earful from Minerva about him being a total fool, allowing two overgrown juveniles to lead a raunchy romp in the school, he had been forced to call a staff meeting in his office. Freyda, March, Sybil, Remus and Sirius sat around in various chairs, waiting for the Headmaster to speak.

When Minerva had handed him a piece of parchment, he had been baffled at what he read there, but hid his confusion, wanting to hear the story first hand.

"Well, Minerva seems to think I have lost what little mind I had," he started his eyes twinkling, "that I had turned the school over to a couple of deviant minded scalawags." He turned to look at Sirius and Remus who looked a little shame faced. "Care to explain gentlemen?" He tried hard to hide his grin.

"Remember before you left Albus," Remus began, "and told us to get the staff to loosen up a little."

"And I told you that perhaps you should sign something so we could get them to agree to something fun we had in mind," said Sirius

"I told Sirius you surely wouldn't have agreed if you knew what he had in mind."

"And I told Remus that you weren't a stick in the mud and would think it quite a proper event."

"So we filled in the parchment allowing us to activate the magic."

"And we invited the staff."

"Sirius invited the students."

"Only those that were of legal age."

"To a game of Down and Dirty," Remus finished sheepishly.

Dumbledore couldn't stop the chuckle now. He wished he had stayed at the school now, thinking it would have been fun to join in, never having had the opportunity to play the game himself. "You don't mean the same game that has been played at universities for many years?" Minerva gave him a scathing look.

"The very same, Freyda said snickering.

"With students?" He asked trying to sound a little aghast, though he was still chuckling.

"Like I said they were of age," said Sirius.

"And we did offer them a way out of playing the last round," Remus added.

Albus stood up his shoulders shaking. "And everyone of you played?" He couldn't hide the broad grin on his face.

"Every bloody one of us," Minerva said, trying to sound angry though a smile kept tugging at her mouth.

"What students?"

"Pansy Parkinson, Jason Fletch-Finchley and Hermione Granger," Remus told him.

"And what did Severus have to say about all this?"

"Oh, he said quite a lot, at first" Freyda said grinning.

"Why isn't he here then?" Dumbledore asked a little concerned. Everyone looked at each other. "Er, we don't know. I haven't seen him since dinner Sunday," said Remus.

"Has anyone seen him recently?"

Each person shook his or her head. "Not since Sunday," said Minerva. "I assumed he was brooding down in his rooms."

Dumbledore shook his head at the lot of them. Going over to the fireplace, he started a fire with his wand and sent a message to Severus.

Dumbledore's head appeared in Snape's fireplace. He looked around the room and saw no sign of the potions master. "Severus," he called, "are you here?" From the partly closed door that led off the main room of Snape's quarters, Albus heard Severus' "Damn' and his eyes widened, he thought he also heard a muffled giggle.

Severus came through the door, taking the time to close it behind him, in black trousers, buttoning a silk black shirt as he came near the fireplace. Dumbledore looked at Snape, noting his disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. "Are you sick Severus?" he asked trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.

"No, Headmaster," Severus replied running a hand through his hair, "just resting."

"I see, could you join us for an impromptu staff meeting? Your input might be important."

"Of course Headmaster, allow me to change,,"

"You're fine," Albus said, his eyes glittering with amusement, "it won't take long"

"Very well," Severus said, glancing in the direction of the closed door before taking a pinch of floo powder and heading towards Dumbledore's office.

Snape stepped out of the fireplace feeling very self-conscious at his appearance. He was rarely seen without his school robes and here he stood before them in casual clothes and no shoes. Glaring at Freyda as she chuckled, he went to stand behind the large sofa that March and Sybil were sitting on.

"We were just discussing the little game that was played in the staff room Saturday night," Dumbledore told him. "I was getting everyone version of what happened."

Severus looked around the room at the bemused faces. "These two morons," he said waving his hand at Remus and Sirius, "subjected us to a night of base pleasures for their amusement."
Remus flinched waiting for the axe to fall, but was very surprised when Severus added. "It seems we have all survived, so the matter is of no concern to me." Even Sirius gaped at him.

"I see," said Albus smiling, for he really did see as he glanced at the parchment Minerva had given him and had apparently not read since that first night. "that is all I needed. Severus, you can leave." Minerva shot Albus a curious glance.

"Thank you Headmaster," Severus said going over to the fireplace.

"Severus," Albus stopped him before he climbed in the fire.

"Yes Headmaster?"

"Sorry I disturbed your, ah, rest."

Severus nodded not looking at the man and flooed back to his chambers.

"What's got into him?" Sirius asked amazed. He had expected Severus to bring the ceiling down shouting at Albus about him and Remus.

Albus eyes twinkled. "Before I let you go, could you tell me who won the game?"

Sirius grinned. "Pansy and Jason."

Albus glanced at the parchment once more. "Is this true?

Everyone nodded in agreement. Curious he thought. "So the students seem alright with what happened?" he asked.

"You can ask Pansy and Jason if you can get them away from each other for a moment," March said laughing.

"And Miss Granger?"

Remus flushed and Sirius looked pale. "I believe she handled it very well," Freyda said, eyeing Sirius. "No worse for wear at all."

Minerva frowned. She hadn't seen Hermione since dinner Sunday. "Speaking of Miss Granger has anyone seen her?"

Remus and Sirius shook their heads. Actually they had avoided the dining hall and everywhere else Hermione may have been intentionally.

The rest of the staff stated they had not seen her either.

"She is fine Minerva," Albus said, his eyes twinkling, "I, ah, saw her earlier today." Well not really he thought, though he knew exactly where she was.

"Good," said Minerva getting up to leave. "Albus are you going to do anything to these two dunderhea she she asked, though her voice was kind.

"I believe I have something I would like to show them before they leave, but no, Remus and Sirius only did what I asked of them and I should have realized that they would do it a bit more than I could have hoped." Albus said, laughing now.

"Very well Albus," Minerva said, chuckling also, "but the next time you go on vacation do us all a favor and take them with you."

After the rest of the staff had departed, Albus stood up and went to stand by the two men. "I was curious why everyone thought that Pansy and Jason had won the game," he said, smiling.

Remus and Sirius exchanged confused looks. "They did, they were the ones to, well you know," said Remus blushing.

"Strange," he said holding the parchment, "as part of the magical contract this parchment you originally gave Minerva to read, holds the names of the winners of the game now."

Remus and Sirius exchanged looks again. "So?" they asked in unison. He handed them the parchment and chuckled as their faces paled and then reddened.

The Winners of Hogwarts Down & Dirty Challenge:
Severus Snape & Hermione Granger.

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