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In The Restricted Section	By : MissLibrarian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29928 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Herein find the penultimate part of the wee tale – the next chapter will be the last one. But don’t be sad! There’s still this one to read before then!

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HarryGinny4eva: Thank you for being my first review since I’ve been back! :D I am more than happy to finish up this story for all of the lovely people who have been enjoying it, like your lovely, lovely self, and like I say I’m just sorry it’s taken me so long. One more chapter to go! Soon, I promise.

Lady_of_Clunn: I guess it’s up to Hermione to show Severus that he’s most definitely not a plan B :P But I think, knowing what a dickwad Ron is, it shouldn’t be hard for him to believe that Hermione chose him :D Thank you for reviewing again and I hope you enjoy this chapter too!

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NightQueen: Thank you so much for your wonderful review, I love hearing when people like the characters, and the hotness :D Severus is one helluva man! Only an absolute fool would ever choose Ron, Hermione’s far too sensible for that :P Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Severus Snape had spent the last twelve bliss-filled days discovering the plethora of pleasures that came with having a secret girlfriend. Though the pig-headed Mr. Weasley had chosen a most convenient time to give up the best thing that had ever happened to him, the fact that Hermione was still a student continued to present a problem, so they had decided to be as discreet as possible while they explored the mutual regard they seemed to feel for each other.

The time they spent apart was sometimes hard for him to take. It drove him wild – during his lessons – knowing that she was somewhere in the castle, as bored as he was in a similarly pointless lesson, when she could be in his lap teaching him a thing or two. At meal times, and when they were in the presence of other teachers or students, they had to feign the same mild disinterest that had always existed between them. He found it deliciously fun to see how much he could get away with, teasing her in front of people like McGonagall enough to make her blush, without giving the game away. Their having to be cautious hadn’t prevent them from enjoying some particular sordid meetings, in any case, Hermione in particular was incredibly imaginative when it came to illicit liaisons.

He’d made her shudder in the library again – four times now – and there was hardly a bathroom left in the entire school that he hadn’t been forcibly dragged into. He should be reminding himself that he was an old man, he considered, it couldn’t be good for his heart to be perpetually lured into a state of undress in such ridiculously cold places as the astronomy tower. Most of their encounters had been enough to give him a heart attack alone, but there was one particular time involving his desk and her wearing – oh, dear God – a rather ill-fitting uniform which had made him feel particularly perverted, the mere memory of it made his pulse race.

He wasn’t an idiot, however. For some unknown reason, he had had an angel delivered right into his lap, and he certainly wasn’t going to question why. He greedily took whatever she wanted to give him, and gladly, though afterwards they would inevitably have to part and sneak away to separate parts of the castle. It would be too obvious to share a room together. In the dark of the night he lay thinking of her, wishing he could hold her close, and watch her sleep.

One day he would, and in the mean time, he’d happily take whatever he got. And she continued to seek him out wherever possible. When he felt her slim hand reach round and stroke him, then – when he was half-way up the ladder in his store cupboard – he was instantly aroused, but not in the least bit surprised.

“I’ve got a lesson,” he groaned out, his knuckles white as he gripped the ladder hard with both hands.

“Not for another couple of minutes,” she murmured huskily, still stroking him just the way he liked it. She always had been a fast learner. He couldn’t help groaning again. She quickly unbuckled his belt and started on his trousers. “I know what you can do in just a few minutes,” she added, pressing her beautiful body up against his back.

“Mmmn, God,” he sighed, turning round and grabbing her to him in one movement. “You’re so Goddamn insatiable,” he told her, threading his hands into her gorgeous hair as he kissed her.

He spun her round and pushed her up against the ladder, kissing and licking the sweet, smooth skin of her face and neck. She arched back against him. His hand dragged up her bare leg, she was wearing a skirt again, and this change to her regular wardrobe didn’t escape his notice.

“Another skirt,” he whispered against her ear, flicking his tongue out and licking it. “Anyone would think you were making it easy for me.”

“I am,” she moaned, arching back against him again.

“I bet your underwear is a complete mess,” he murmured deeply, his hand stroking slowly up her inner thigh.

“I’m not wearing any,” she told him, just as his hand made the same discovery for himself. He moaned deeply, loving the feel of her hot wetness sliding beneath his fingertips, his desire going up a notch or two or twenty.

He pulled her skirt up completely, so he could see her beautiful, round backside and slick pussy just waiting for a damn good seeing-to. He reached down and grasped his aching penis, sliding teasingly up against her, rubbing his head along her slit and across her clitoris until she was moaning and bucking back against him. God, she was fucking beautiful. He told her so.

“You’re wasting time,” she moaned, desperately trying to guide him into her. “Fucking get on with it. Please!”

He was the luckiest man on the whole God-forsaken Earth. His hands slid down to her hips as he felt his lips smirk in sweet anticipation.

“Professor Snape?” A familiar voice called from the classroom. Severus was instantly seized in an absolute panic.

He smoothed her skirt back down quickly and then, for some unknown reason, picked up two large jars from the shelf next to him and handed them frantically to her. She gave him a look, gesturing with the jars as if to say ‘what the hell am I supposed to do with these?’, though he didn’t grace her with an answer as he reached down and dragged his trousers up.

“Severus?” The voice called again.

“In here!” Hermione called out merrily, and he glared down at her as he clambered half-way up the ladder again, fumbling awkwardly as he tried to do up his fly and tuck his shirt in with just one hand. She winked up at him. He scowled.

“Ah, sorry to disturb you, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey said, as she stopped and hovered next to Hermione.

“You’re not disturbing us, Poppy,” he clanked a few of the small bottles of potions on the shelf in front of him together. “I was just preparing for my next lesson.”

“I only wanted a small favour,” the Matron said quickly. “I’m running low on Numbing Draught, would you be able to brew some more, when you have a minute? I’ve a young man who has had a rather nasty accident with a broom, I’m getting through quarts of it.”

“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Severus said, picking up any old bottle at random and handing down to Hermione. Despite the large jars she reached up awkwardly and took it. “Miss Granger is studying for a wizarding degree,” he explained to the school nurse. “It’ll be beneficial for her to learn how to make it.”

“Jolly good show,” Poppy said, smiling at the younger woman.

“If Miss Granger is available this evening, we’ll brew some up together. It shouldn’t take long.” He looked down at Hermione expectantly.

“I’d very much like to watch,” she said.

“Always up for a quick session, aren’t you, Granger?” He said in a bored drawl, and it was her turn to scowl up at him then, though she quickly smiled again when the Matron turned to her. He winked down at her behind the nurse’s back.

“Good luck with your degree, dear,” Madam Pomfrey was saying. “I had an awful lot of fun when I did mine, though it was hard work. Thank you Severus,” she called up to him. “I’ll be by to collect it later.”

“Any time, Poppy,” he called after her. When he heard the classroom door close behind her, he stepped down off the ladder, and pulled the insufferable Miss Granger towards him.

“You will come, won’t you?” He asked her, kissing her soft lips, his hands in her hair again.

“Song long as you do, too,” she said with a smirk, her hand drifting lower.

“For the tutorial,” he said with a laugh, gabbing her hands and holding them away from him playfully. “I love watching you brew,” he told her truthfully, leaning in to breath the words against the soft skin of her neck. He smirked. “It turns me on.”

“Really?” She asked with a smile, pulling away and looking up at him, her whole face lit up and it filled his heart with joy. “I love learning with you,” she told him. “You know so much.” She smiled up at him shyly. “It’s hot.”

The sound of the words on her lips, her beautiful smile, as had happened more than once he felt himself melting for her. He leant down and kissed her, a long, slow and intimate kiss. Her sweet mouth was so delicious, her tongue so hot, if he could only kiss her for the rest of time then he would still be completely content. In the back of his mind he could hear his class, gathering and chatting nosily, beyond the classroom door.

“My class is here,” he said, punctuating every other word with another soft kiss. “I’ll see you later?”

“Of course,” she told him. She kissed him deeply, sweetly, one last time and then pulled away. “I’m marking this afternoon down as ‘less-than-satisfactory’, though,” she added with a wink. “You’d better finish what you started tonight.”

He scowled again as she left, laughing.

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The hours seemed to drag by so slowly, he felt as thought he could actually feel the time passing, each second crawling across his skin like an itch. He spent most of his time sitting behind his desk, watching over his classes distractedly, as he tried not to think about his aching erection. It hadn’t really gone down at all since he had been assaulted in his store cupboard at lunchtime, and now the last lesson was slowly coming to an end, it was more distracting than ever.

He found to his shame that he kept nursing it, without even noticing, he’d look down to find his own hand stroking himself like a stranger’s. He really did wonder whether he was turning into a perverted old man, he was practically wanking in front of a whole class of students, for fuck’s sake. God alone knew what sort of dark and sinister desires she had yet to draw out of him. No wonder sordid relationships between teachers and students were absolutely forbidden.

Finally, finally, lessons were over. He didn’t have to wait long for her to come to him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon,” she murmured as he kissed her, his hands roaming all over her body. “I didn’t learn a thing.”

“Hopefully we can change that,” he told her firmly, and he pushed her away gently towards a desk where we had set up the brewing apparatus. “Time for some brewing,” he said.

“Awww,” she pouted in mock disappointment, but then she was smiling again and eagerly looking over the ingredients on the table, and his heart ached a little more.

He had to admit that they had done a shamefully pitiful amount of actual brewing together over the last few days, definitely not as much as he had imagined they would do when he first suggested tutoring her, they had hardly been able to get even his regular brewing done – let alone anything extra. The time with which they could have been creating potions was often spent doing more… basic things. But he had to admit that, when they were able to knuckle down and ignore the distractions, he found working with her one of the most pleasurable things he had ever done in his life.

She was incredibly intelligent, he had always known it, but for some reason it still seemed to surprise him. She could almost always answer his questions, and when she couldn’t, she listened to his explanations with a kind of rapt attention that he couldn’t help but find flattering and endearing. She took quick notes in her book almost constantly, and handled the ingredients faultlessly, and wasn’t afraid to ask questions of her own. She was the perfect student.

Aside from that he had quickly found that she was widely read, and appreciated many of the same academic writers that he did, and shared many of his opinions on their theories. They debated current experimental methods and laughed at ridiculous hypotheses. He got on with her. She made him laugh.

And then there were the times when he would be talking at her, afraid he was boring her with his often long-winded theories, and he’d notice her hot gaze drop to his mouth as he talked. She’d suddenly drag him close and kiss him hotly, their hands all over each other, while she whispered how attractive she found him and how much she wanted him. They were steamy little interludes that fizzed in his blood, but she would quickly come round again, and concentrate on the brewing once more. He always knew that the aftermath, once they had finally finished brewing, would be spectacular and last time – last time – it had been the desk.

Today was no exception. He wanted her still, wanted her badly, and she seemed to get distracted when he spoke a bit more often than usual. But since they knew Madam Pomfrey could be by at any time to collect the Numbing Draught that she so badly needed, they managed to stay rather focused, and concentrate on the task in hand.

“How long does it need to simmer for?” She asked, looking down into the cauldron as the draught bubbled to a clear sky-blue.

“Only about ten minutes or so,” he told her. “When it turns blue like that, it’s ready. It’s interesting because, although it’s boiling, it doesn’t let off any steam.” He held his hand out over the bubbling surface of the potion. “See? You could leave that there simmering for a week and it wouldn’t boil dry.”

She scratched down what he was saying with her quill.

“Now that it’s ready,” he said quietly, “should we test it on you?”

She looked up at him with deep brown eyes.

“I think not,” she purred. “I intend to feel everything tonight.”

“Professor Snape?” A cold, hard voice called out loudly across the classroom. Severus felt dread slide down his spine like ice. He turned around.

It wasn’t Madam Pomfrey in the doorway, but Professor McGonagall, Headmistress. Her severe, lined face was drawn into the most un-amused scowl he had ever seen, her hands were on her hips, her eyes narrowed as she peered at them. His heart was almost beating out of his chest as he wondered how long she had been standing there, how much she had heard them say, how much she had seen. Her Scottish accent was biting. “Can I see you in my office, please. Now.”

Severus turned at looked at Hermione, her beautiful amber eyes held his own for a moment, and then looked down. He followed her gaze. Between then, without his even noticing, they had been holding hands the entire time. He could only think one thing.

Fuck.

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McGonagall was positively raging by the time they had walked, silently, side by side to her office. She was completely silent and apparently serene, but he could tell that she was shaking with rage on the inside, and she didn’t try to hide that scowl on her face. When they got to her office she didn’t ask him to sit down.

“You’ll not be surprised to hear that I am really not amused,” she said after a moment. She didn’t shout, but her cold and slightly mocking tone succeeded in cutting his conscience, more than efficiently. “I don’t need to remind you that it is down to my own interventions that you are even allowed to teach here in the first place. I put my trust in you,” she put her hands down on the desk and leant across it as she spoke. “Now the first term isn’t even over and you’re going to repay me with this sort of petty, sordid scandal. I’m not impressed.”

He felt the kick of guilt in his stomach, but he also felt he had to at least try and defend himself.

“Hardly a scandal, Minerva…” He tried.

“You will address me as Professor McGonagall or ‘Headmistress’,” she reminded him coldly. “And I fail to see how you could possibly see this as anything but scandalous! You’ve not forgotten who you are, have you, Professor Snape? Though I take no pleasure in reminded you, there are plenty who would believe even the shadiest account of you, without question. How do you think they’ll receive the news that you are carrying one with one of the students here?” She was beginning to talk a bit faster, and her words were cuttingly accentuated, but she was still sinisterly quiet. “A girl who, I also am led to believe, is currently in a relationship with a professional qudditch player!”

“Miss Granger is no longer in a relationship with Ron Weasley,” Severus was very pleased to be able to say, “He left her for another girl, a young lady just nineteen, apparently. I believe there are rumours that they may even be expecting a child.”

Minerva took the time to consider this. Her wrinkled lips pursed as she decided what to say next.

“That does make your position slightly more favourable,” she conceded, “but still – what were you thinking? She’s a twenty-year-old girl, Snape,” she snarled, her nasty side really starting to show.

“Twenty-one,” Severus muttered.

“That makes a difference, does it?” Minerva sneered. “She’s still a student, Severus!”

“A year’s difference is still a difference,” he muttered, trying to control his temper. “Though I’ll admit that the age-gap is rather significant.”

“Significant? Indeed!” McGonagall claimed with mock surprise. Severus felt deep shame and anger simmering inside him, he had hoped that there might have been a chance that she would be understanding, in contrast her cruel displeasure was unbearable. “Many people would find it reprehensible,” she spat out.

He swayed back slightly as if she’d struck him. “Do you?” He asked, his throat tight.

She seemed to take a bit of pity on him then, and relaxed her stance a little, but there was still the obvious look of displeasure on her face.

“I must admit that it’s not the easiest of things to take lightly,” she admitted, “she really is very young for one of your conquests.” She looked him up and down in distaste for a moment, and then sighed, her head drooping. “You must see the incompatibility, Severus,” she looked up at him, “there must be twenty years between you.”

“Nineteen,” he told her, barely able to keep from shouting at her. “There’s nineteen years between us. And I don’t happen to think that such as gap is reprehensible," he sneered back at her, “between two consenting adults, who happen to be so very intellectually compatible.”

She blinked once or twice and then crossed her arms across her chest.

“You spend time together working on her intellect, do you?” She asked dryly.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he warned her. “Yes, we do. She’s wasting her life away, being in these classrooms again, you know that as well as I do. There’s no point in her attending under the pretence of studying for her NEWTs when she could take them right this second with her hands tied behind her back.” He looked down at the floor then, too angry to look at the old woman’s face. “I’ve been tutoring her. She hopes to take a wizarding degree. Professor Sprout has already said she’ll be willing to tutor her also.”

“And when, exactly, were you going to inform me of these arrangements?” McGonagall asked him, though most of the iciness had gone from her voice now.

“Soon,” he replied, fidgeting with anger and awkwardness.

“Well I’m not sure Miss Granger will be able to continue with her plans,” Minerva mused. “If what you say about her wasting her life is correct, it may be best to remove her from the school entirely.”

“Oh, please,” Severus said, not ashamed to beg when it came to Hermione. “Don’t do that. Send me away, if you want to separate us, but don’t make her leave like that. When she needs to leave here she will, but not until she’s ready, and makes the decision on her own.” He was looking at her now, into her eyes, pleading though his voice was firm and steady. “Please, Minerva.”

“Severus…” She looked at him steadily for a moment or two, and then sat down in her chair, wearily. ”Am I to understand that you care for Miss Granger?”

“Of course I do!” He growled out angrily, his fists clenched at his sides. He took a deep breath to regain his composure, and ran his hands through his hair. “Minerva, of course I do. You know as well as I do just how capable she is… she’s outstanding. I…” He felt heart swelling again as he thought of her, thought of all the things he found captivating about her, admired in her. He desperately wanted to tell Minerva how strongly he felt about Hermione Granger, that he sincerely cared for her, but he just couldn’t find the words. “She’s outstanding,” he could only repeat.

“So you’ve said,” McGonagall muttered, lacing her fingers together and then resting her forehead on her hands. “This is more than just a heated, quick romance?”

Severus hesitated for a moment while words and thoughts tumbled about in his brain. He hadn’t dared think about the future before now, but suddenly the question filled his mind as he imagined long evenings brewing together, and long nights sleeping together.

“I hope so,” he croaked out, his voice breaking.

Minerva was staring at him, and she leant forward in her chair, her elbows resting against the smooth surface of her desk while she tapped her fingertips together and hesitated. “Severus,” she asked eventually. “Do you love her?”

“Of course I don’t,” he scoffed, turning away from her derisively. Minerva knew as he had known early on in life, he was never going to love, not again. Because… he tried think. Because… what? He thought briefly of Lily. Because he’d loved a girl once, and he had decided to never love another, even though she had never really loved him, and had chosen someone else. And now he was with a woman, an incredible woman, who fascinated him more than anyone else he had known his entire life. And she’d chosen him. He’d be a fool if he never loved again.

“I don’t love her, not yet,” he confessed, sighing deeply, and sat down heavily in the chair opposite the Headmistress. “But I could, Minerva.” He sighed again and shook his head in bewilderment, wondering what on earth he had got himself into, but his heart still sang whenever he thought about her. “The only thing I want to do is make her happy,” he said.

“Well,” Minerva said, leaning back in her chair. “That changes everything.”

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He’d wanted to find her right away, to tell her what had happened, but when he knocked on the door to her rooms persistently he didn’t get a reply. He assumed she wasn’t in. He did duck into the library as he passed, but there was hardly anyone in there at all, aside from Pince. She gave him what he could have sworn seemed like a knowing look, while he nodded as he passed, though perhaps it was just his guilty conscience playing tricks on him again. He searched in the restricted section optimistically, but that was empty too.

He couldn’t very well go to every place they had been intimate together, over the past few days, they were dotted all over the castle. He thought that perhaps she might still be in the classroom, though, so she headed down to the dungeons.

There was no sign on her in the classroom, however, and the desk where they had been brewing was clean and cleared. One of the three bottles of Numbing Draught they had brewed stood alone on his desk, Poppy had obviously come and collected the other two. He figured that since he was down in the dungeons, he may as well stop by his rooms, and perhaps have a shower and change. He stripped his heavy robes off as he walked into his small lounge, starting to unbutton his shirt at the neck, he kicked off his shoes and socks.

He walked into the bedroom, and his heart began to race.

He had seen her in various states of undress in all manner of positions all over the castle, but none of them – not even the desk – had turned him on as much, or as instantly as he was right this second. He stared at her, sitting up in his bed – in his bed! – and although she held the sheets up to her body, her bare shoulders suggested she was naked. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and stripped it off.

“What happened?” Hermione asked him as soon as he appeared. “What did McGonagall say?”

He walked towards her, enthralled, enraptured by the sight of her. Naked. In his bed. He paused for just a moment, to drag his trousers and boxers off, and then advanced without a stitch on. He remembered their conversation that afternoon. He had unfinished business to attend to.

“Tell me what she said,” Hermione said again, laughing, as he leant down over her and kissed her thoroughly.

“Do you want the good news, or the bad news?” He asked her after a while. She bit her lip as she considered the question. He fought the urge to lick her.

“The bad,” she said. “Get it out of the way.”

“She’s thinks the fact that I am cavorting with a student nineteen years my junior is ‘reprehensible’,” he told her, stressing the word the way McGonagall had done in her office. He kissed and licked her neck and worked slowly downwards. He pulled the sheet aside and was more than delighted to find that she was indeed completely naked underneath. He nuzzled the soft skin between her breasts, before sucking on a nipple, his fingers playing with the other.

“What the hell does she know?” Hermione breathed out shakily, her hand coming up and threading through his hair, stroking his head and sending shivers down his spine. “Tell me the good news.”

“She’s making you my teaching assistant. You’re no longer a student, Granger.” His deep voice brushed across her damp, suckled flesh, he heard her gasp. “Congratulations.”

“She’s OK with it?” She asked excitedly, pulling his head up, so she could look into his face. “With us?”

“She’s not completely not OK with it,” he corrected her. “But I think she’s happy to see where this might take us, so long as we’re still discreet about it.”

“That’s good enough for me,” she sighed, as she pulled him close and kissed him again.

He kissed her for a long time, his hands drifting over her smooth skin as she moaned quietly underneath him, losing himself completely in the feel of her. Her hands moved over him too, but there was a slow sensuality about the way they were touching now, after their hurried, frantic liaisons he suddenly felt as if he had all the time in the world. After a long while he whispered to her.

“Turn over.”

She rolled over on to her front, and his breath came out in a sort of gasping moan, seeing her naked and stretched out in front of him across his cotton sheets. He slowly started planting hot, wet, lingering kisses all the way down her spine.

“I can’t tell you how pleased I am to find you here. In my bed.” He whispered against her skin, kissing and licking her between words. “It’s so Goddamn hot.”

He kissed her again and again, his wet lips dragging across the sensitive skin near the base of her beautiful back, making her moan for him.

“I love it,” she said, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into the sheets. He could feel her ribcage expanding beneath his palm as she inhaled deeply. “It smells of you,” she breathed out, almost a moan.

His blood was thundering in his ears, he had wanted her all damn day, he had to have her before he passed out. The amazement he felt at finding her always hot for him, always willing – she was naked in his fucking bed! – never diminished. Every day the mere thought of having her drove him wild, and every time he had her the aching pleasure of her body was almost too much to bear, the reality was always far better than he could ever imagine. Even now, while she moaned out all of the things she wanted him to do to her in the moment of anticipation before he finally took her, he simply could not believe his luck. He kissed her back one more time, sucking gently as he did, then slid his hands down to her waist.

“Kneel up for me,” he whispered against her neck, and she quickly knelt up on her knees and moved back towards the edge of the bed for him. He moaned aloud as he slid his fingers between her damp curls, feeling how much she wanted him, he stroked her slowly and coated his fingers with her wetness. His other hand dragged across her beautiful, smooth back and round, soft backside as she whimpered at his touch. “God, I’ve needed this,” he murmured, stroking his fingers in and out of her. “I need you,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers and sucking them quickly before grasping his aching cock. “Tell me you need it too,” he said. He teased her wet entrance and throbbing clit with the head of his erection, the same way he had done that afternoon, and again she made his head spin by bucking back against him.

“Oh my God, I’ve wanted you all day,” she gasped, moaning and writhing, “I’ve needed you all day. I need you, Severus,” she moaned. “Take me.”

Though there were times when he could control himself, even beyond the measure of the average man, this really wasn’t one of them. He slid into her hot, tight wetness with a moan, thrusting into her hard and deep and fast. He stroked her back, one hand gripping onto a beautiful hip, and she thrust back against him and moaned his name. He speeded up even more. Leaning forward, he licked his own fingers and then reached down underneath her, slipping his fingertips between her legs and playing with her sensitive flesh as he took her from behind.

While he thrust deeply he murmured hot words, watching her body writhe as his fingers worked, telling her everything he wanted to do to her while she mewled and encouraged him and begged him for more. In return she pleaded and dared him and urged him on, giving as good as she got, always seeming to know the right things to say to make him moan a little deeper or thrust a little harder. Gradually her moans became louder, they were almost screams as he kept driving into her, her body starting to shake beneath him as his fingers stroked furiously. He leant forward just a little bit more, and kissed her, wetly on the very back of her neck. She moaned his name again, and he felt her come apart around him, her muscles squeezing him as her body shook and shuddered. His chest was flush against her back, he held her shaking body against his as her orgasm peaked and faded, thrust as deeply and firmly into her as he could get so he could feel every delicious twitch and spasm of her body.

Afterwards she collapsed down onto the bed, and he gently rolled her over onto her back, leaning down over her and kissing her deeply as she gazed at him in dazed wonder. His knee slid up between her long legs, urging them apart, while all the while her tongue was lapping at his own tongue and lips.

He thrust into her again, moaning into their kiss, only sliding into her a few times before the heavenly sensation of her overwhelmed him. He moaned out her name and came in long, jerking spurts, his body quivering and his lips never leaving hers.

After a while he finally pulled away from her and stretched out on the bed.

She snuggled in next to him, pressing up close so that her skin brushed alongside his, and as she pulled his arm around her he felt as if he was a whole person for the first time in his entire life.

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It was a few weeks later, and Severus was at his desk in his classroom, when he was eventually paid a call from Ron Weasley.

He had fallen behind with his making and had plenty to get on with, and Hermione would be rather busy the next few days with a degree assignment, so his first thought was annoyance at being interrupted when he had finally thought he’d get some work done. When he saw the angry grimace on the boy’s face and the clutched copy of The Daily Prophet in his hand, however, he knew what this particular meeting must be about. News of the relationship had finally reached the papers. Weasley had discovered the truth about their relationship. They had been rather indiscreet at quidditch match a few days ago, he mused.

Wealsey threw the paper down on his desk.

“Is it true?” He spat out.

“Is what true, Weasley?” Snape drawled, not really in the mood to be accommodating.

“You know what,” the boy was practically foaming at the mouth. “You…” he growled out, his voice hoarse with hatred. “And her!”

Snape flicked the newspaper away with a slight look of disgust and picked up his quill, writing a nonsense comment on one of his essays, knowing it was the best way to really annoy this pitiful excuse of a wizard. “If you are referring to Miss Granger,” he spoke with mild boredom, “it is true I have been enjoying her company as of late.”

He lifted his head and looked the cowardly weasel right in the eye.

“Thoroughly enjoying it,” he sneered.

“You fucking disgusting old cunt,” Ron hissed at him in a rage, leaning down across the desk menacingly. “You really think you deserve someone like her? You’re not fit to lick her fucking shoes, she must have sunk to a real low when she climbed into your bed.”

“You fucking listen to me, Weasley,” Snape growled out, standing up and grabbing the whining, putrid little vermin by the neck. Though the boy was tall, he was taller, tall enough to lift him off the ground.

“I know how lucky I am to have what I’ve got. And, whether you like it or not,” he stared into the boys bulging eyes. “You missed your chance. You are one of the most vile, insolent little people I have ever met in my life, and you are not even worth my time.”

In the back of his mind he thought about all of the things Hermione had whispered to him in the night, and some of them had been bad things, things that the squealing boy in his hand had said and done to her. He didn’t know how it did it, but somehow he resisted the urge to punch the fucker, right in the face.

“I’m content knowing that I can satisfy her more in one night then you ever could during your entire time with her,” he was practically spitting in the boy’s face, though his voice was still deep and menacing. He let go of Weasley’s neck in derision and the boy staggered back and gasped for air. “Now get the fuck out of my classroom,” Snape muttered.

Ron’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re welcome to her,” he gasped, rubbing his raw neck. “The fucking slut.”

Severus reacted before his mind even had time to really process the insult. His fist swung round and cracked the snivelling little bastard right on the nose, hard enough to make crimson blood spurt out from his nostrils and across his freckled face, and send him flying back to land sprawled on the classroom floor.

Severus sat down and marked another paper. After a few moments he heard the boy get up and shuffle out.

It was about an hour later when she came to him.

He stood up when he heard the door open, and looked up to see that it was her, but she stopped a little way away from him and wrung her hands together.

“You punched Ron in the face,” she said.

He just nodded, trying not to let the satisfaction show on his face.

“You broke his nose,” she said then, and he couldn’t help but let a grin slip across his face at that news.

“Did I?” He asked. “Good.”

She ran at him then and hugged him close. He bent down to kiss her face and thought he felt the wetness of tears, then she sobbed against him a little and he knew that she was crying, he was suddenly terrified that she'd despise him for acting violently.

Then she reached up, and kissed him, and whispered.

“Thank you.”

“It’s quite alright,” he murmured, smiling as he returned her kiss and gently stroked her back. “Believe me, I’d happily break it again, any time. You only have to ask.”

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