She Said What?

oh my. lookie what we have here. its..... a new chapter! no, not that. anything but that! yes! a new chapter. and you have to read it! i\'m forcing you to sit down and read this. especially the part about how the characters and places are not mine. i\'m borrowing them from j.k. rowling. i promise to put them back when i\'m done. well, i\'ll at the very least put hermione back. i may keep severus for a while. but i\'ll have to eventually put him back. cos i can\'t make any money off him. as a matter of fact, i don\'t make money off much of anything. and that includes what i write.

i will warn you now. i\'ve challenged myself to write a chapter of nothing but smut. guess what? this is it. have towels, ice, a wet drink, a hard man, a toy, batteries, cigarettes, a fan, ummm... whatever you need. ok, nuff said.

as always, please feel free to let me know what you think of my efforts. reviews are really appreciated.if you got a problem, you can let me know with some constructive criticism. be nice. the dragon will find you.

Chapter Twelve: Pure, Unadulterated Sex
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The dungeons were silent, the halls cast in shadows as Hermione slipped up the barren corridors to the door that lead into Severus\' private chambers. She\'d barely set her knuckles against the panel when it was opened. His hand curled around her arm and he jerked her roughly into the room. The door was shut behind her, locked and warded, before she managed to find his face. There was a determined look in his eyes. The same determination was evident in the set of his jaw. She was dragged behind him as he turned and made his way to one of the closed doors on the wall opposite them. She didn\'t bother to look at the room she was in. Her eyes remained glued on him, watching the way his robes snapped out behind him as he stalked his way across the floor.

The door opened into a darkened room and it took only two seconds for the candles to flare to life once Severus put a foot down on the other side of the threshold. Hermione had a brief glimpse of shelves and books, then she was too busy watching him again to note much more. The two of them slipped into the aisle between two of the shelves and it suddenly came to her that they were in his own private library. He thrust her up against the shelves, pressing his body against hers while his mouth began a brutal assault on her lips.

The pressure was delicious, her pussy once more throbbing to life with the feel of his erection pulsing so close to it. She lifted her hands, seeking out a shelf above her head to hold onto. Her fingers curled tightly over the edge. His mouth was locked to hers, his tongue already stabbing viciously into her mouth. She moaned, opening her mouth wider so that he could delve deeper with his tongue. Her legs lifted up, wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer to her.

His tongue stroked hers, thrusting in and out in the same way his cock had pistoned in and out of her last weekend. She ached to have him fill her again. Her hips arched into his, grinding herself against his thick shaft. It felt so good. So right. This time around, he was almost violent with her, his movements harsh and demanding. So very unlike his normal, everyday behavior. She\'d never known the man could possess a spirit of such fire. He was totally lacking in his trademark control. She liked this side of him. It only served to turn her on even more.

He pulled back long enough to grasp her shirt and rip it open. The sound of buttons plinking along the stone floor filled the silence for a moment or two, then died out. His head dipped, his mouth closing over the cotton covered mound of her breast. She moaned when his teeth grasped her nipple and chewed almost too painfully on the nub. His hands slipped down her back, finding the bottom hem of her skirt. He grasped the edge of the uniform skirt, hasitly hiking it up around her hips and managing to pin it there with his abdomen. Then his fingers were worming their way into her panties.

His hands cupped her bum, inching down to take the cotton briefs she wore with them. It was only a minute later that they were down around her knees. She couldn\'t recall unlocking her feet and letting her legs hit the floor, but she\'d apparently done so. She kicked them off, sending the white cotton knickers flying across the floor. She felt his fingertips curl into the crack of her bottom, a pair of them pressing against the puckered rim of her anus. She shuddered, wishing he was naked so she could impale herself upon his length.

That thought flew from her head when his hands moved forward, the two fingertips working in past the tight ring of muscle. She tensed a moment, then relaxed when his mouth went from biting to sucking on her nipple. The sensation was unusual, the feel of his mouth latched onto her breast through the cotton piece of underwear strange and exciting. The moment she relaxed against him, his fingers slipped past the puckered rim and deeply into her bum. She groaned loudly, not sure if it was out of pleasure or some other emotion.

His mouth lifted and he spoke a few words, then his clothing disappeared and he was naked against her. Flesh touched flesh, hot and searing, and she wriggled her hips. The moisture that beaded up on her swollen nether lips smeared across his thigh and the head of his cock. He grunted, lifting his head so he could look her in the eye. She felt one of his hands leave her bottom and slip between them, knew he was grasping the root of his erection with it. Then, his eyes still locked to hers, he guided himself between her thighs and into her weeping core.

His finger slipped from her bum to cup her arse cheeks. \'Put your legs up over my arms,\' he instructed tersely. She obliged him, lifting them one at a time to hook over his arms. It changed her angle, shifted her pussy and hips out further. He slid deeper, then drew back. \'Use your arms to help me thrust.\'

Hermione did as she was told, using the death grip she had on the shelf to do a sort of pull up. When she came back down, he slammed himself into her. As she pulled up, he withdrew until only his head remained between her lips. Then the process was repeated. Each time she dropped down onto him, she groaned softly. He was thick and hard inside of her, stretching her with each stroke. It was a form of torture to be suspended over him like this and to not be able to move much. Her arms ached with the constant strain of lifting up and down. But she paid it no mind. All of her thoughts lay with Severus.

He was wild and uncontrollable beneath her. It was so unusual for him to act this way. His hips pumped his cock up into her almost ruthlessly. She knew that she would be sore from just this one joining. But she didn\'t care. She only cared about how good it felt to be wrapped around him so tightly. To have him pounding himself up into her with all the care of a teen-aged virgin boy with his first woman. To watch him so obviously losing his grasp on his stoic façade was simply amazing to her. Next to Dumbledore, she\'d never known anyone who could maintain their control the way Severus could. And now, here he was, allowing it to crumble away from him so that he could be something she\'d never expected. Reckless and wild.

His mouth found her throat and the sensation brought her out of her thoughts. His hips surged up against hers, burying his hardened shaft up into her time and again. Being suspended on top of him as she was, the feelings were intense. His cockhead banged on her cervix with each thrust, the feel of it only serving to drive her passions higher. She felt his pace quicken and knew he would not be able to maintain his erection much longer. Already he was swelling within her.

She was vaguely aware of her own need building, a tingling sensation that started in the pit of her belly and slowly rippled outward like the rings of a pond that had been disturbed by a stone. She wanted him to take her over the edge and that need drove her to piston up and down on top of him faster and harder. She wished that she could reach her clit or that he would touch her. She looked up at him. His eyes, black as ever, were locked on to her face as he pounded himself into her. She found herself caught in them.

The length of his strokes shortened as he sped up even more. His eyes pinned hers with a stare and she was surprised to find that they darkened even further than she thought was possible. It was like falling into a pool of ink. She felt like she was drowning in liquid silk the longer she stared into them. It was as if he were pulling her into them by the strength of his gaze alone. He said nothing. He merely continued to stroke up into her, to fill her over and over again as he worked himself to his peak.

She shuddered when he groaned. Then he was standing still, his hands grasping her arse cheeks tightly. He pulled her down onto him as he strained up into her. She knew he was orgasming and she tightened her muscles down over him. He was trying to shove himself deeper into her, his cock stroking long and hard as he emptied himself into her body. When he finally subsided, he leaned into her. He panted, trying to catch his breath. She lowered her hands and slipped them around his neck

After some time, Severus pulled away from Hermione. He let her legs down gently, his hands holding her up until the strength returned to them. By the time his breathing was under control, she was able to stand on her own. He stepped away from her, looking down at her for a moment before turning away from her. She watched as he went down the aisle between the stacks and she followed, scooping up her knickers as she went along.

He said nothing as they both emerged into his living room. He strode to his liquor cabinet and retrieved a pair of snifters and a bottle of brandy. Moving to the sofa, he set all three items down on the coffee table, then poured the amber liquid into both glasses. Wordlessly, he held one out to her. Hermione moved over to take it slowly, her eyes going over him. He had righted his clothing so he once more looked austere and unapproachable. She took a seat on the couch and sipped at the brandy, having enough sense in her head to know that the alcohol would burn on the way down if she gulped it.

The two of them slipped into a comfortable silence as they both sipped and savored the finely aged brandy. Each was lost to their own thoughts. Hermione couldn\'t be sure what Severus was thinking of, but she knew her thoughts centered mostly on the fact that she hadn\'t yet been allowed to find her release. Even now, with the alcohol in her blood, her body was strung tight and aching for an orgasm. She thought of the look in his eyes when he\'d driven himself into her and felt an muscles clench low in her body.

She decided to toss back the rest of the brandy, her digestive system now used to its presence. When the snifter was empty, she set it down on the table before her and sighed. It seemed as if she would have to bring about her own release if she was to have one. She reached up and pushed the lapels of her shirt open wide to expose the cotton of her bra. Her nipples were still hard, peaked and pushing at the material of the cups covering them.

Hermione slipped her hands into the cups, her fingers seeking out the tight buds of her nipples. She glanced up and noted that she had Severus\' attention. Her fingers pinched and pulled at the aching peaks of her breasts while a moan rolled up her throat. The foreplay felt wonderful, even if it was her own hands that were the ones bringing her the pleasure. Each pinch and tug sent an answering wave of pulsing need to the very core of her body. Her thighs shifted back and forth, rubbing against her naked lips.

She groaned when she felt moisture slowly dribble from her needy pussy. She locked her gaze with him, pulling one of her hands from her bra. It crawled in spider-like fashion down over her belly to the edge of her skirt. Her fingers curled over the hem and pulled it up, exposing the nest of curls and her swollen lips to his view. She shifted her thighs apart, one finger gently stroking the length of her slit slowly. The light touch was exquisite and she could feel her lips swelling open even further.

Gradually, she began to feed one finger into the wet depths of her heated core. It sank in to the very top then slowly withdrew. The pressing digit made squelching sounds as it moved within the abundantly gathered honeyed juices. She could feel herself opening up even further and reveled in the power she had. She knew he was watching every move of her hand, staring blatantly at her open sex. She lifted her thumb and skimmed it over her clit. Her hips jumped in response.

\'Come with me,\' Severus ordered her, setting his snifter down on the table. He turned and stalked toward one of the doors. It was a trial for Hermione to simply pull her hand from her needy pussy and stand. She had to force herself to do so. She needed to orgasm so badly and it had felt wonderful to have her fingers stroking herself to release. She trailed after him, vaguely noting that they were moving through his private office. The hidden door swung open and he stepped into the office connected to the Potions classroom.

Hermione found herself standing in the classroom where he\'d been her teacher for the past seven years. Those days were coming to a close and she felt some tingle of remorse that they would be over. He\'d never been a particularly nice person, but he\'d always been a rather gifted and brilliant teacher. She didn\'t have the opportunity to feel much more, because he rounded on her with a wooden ruler clasped in one hand.

\'Miss Granger! I see I have caught you stealing from my private stores. Do you wish me to turn you over to Headmaster Dumbledore? I can assure you he will see you expelled from the school. Given that your N.E.W.T.s are only a handful of weeks away, that would be rather tragic. So I find myself wishing to be lenient. You have a choice. Either I can send you to Dumbledore and he can have you expelled. Or I can punish you as I see fit. You have five seconds to decide,\' he said softly, a gleam in his eyes.

Hermione stared at him a moment, believing he\'d lost his mind. Then she realized what game he was playing at and affected an appropriately shamed manner. \'Please don\'t turn me over to the Headmaster, Professor. I would do anything to stay in school. And I do mean... anything,\' she purred the last word at him.

\' I see,\' he nodded, then motioned to the nearest work table. \' I wish to see you bent over that table so that I may properly paddle your impertinent arse. Go now, Miss Granger.\' Hermione nodded, shifting her expression to one of fear and mistrust. She moved to the table, bent over it so that her arse was in the air. She felt her skirt hike up and the cool air of the dungeons caressed the bare skin of her bottom. \'Why, Miss Granger. You seem to be lacking in a basic and essential part of your wardrobe. Were you planning on meeting someone for a late night tryst? I can see no other explanation for your not wearing any knickers.\'

She remained silent, watching him over her shoulder. He was an intimidating man, even without the ever present black robes that went a long way to likening him to a giant bat. Her gaze moved down the length of his tall frame, stopping on the obvious bulge at his crotch. She wiggled her bum in his direction. It brought forth one of his most fierce scowls. \'You will not entice me so easily, Miss Granger,\' his voice was a low whisper and it slipped along her skin like liquid velvet. Gooseflesh rose up on her arms and legs and she swore that she grew wetter.

He strode across the floor until he stood right behind her. She shuddered when his hand slipped over the curve of her arse, his fingertips trailing over the pucker hidden in the crack and then down to tease the swollen and slick folds of her overheated pussy. His hand drew away only a moment before the ruler cracked down hard across her bum. The sting burned along her skin, the sound of wood meeting flesh echoing loudly in the silent room. She whimpered and jerked. The pain was white and hot and humiliating. But it throbbed along her sensitive nerve endings, tightening muscles until she moaned.

He said nothing else, simply took his time in laying the flat side of the ruler to her bottom. Each strike saw her body flexing and jerking. And growing hotter. She mentally counted them, her hands reaching up to grasp the opposite side of the table. Her skin burned with the contact and she wanted more. When the blows stopped, she whimpered again. This time in loss. She heard faint rustling, then he was standing directly behind her. Before she could utter a word, he was driving his hrad cock back into her.

The moan that rolled up her throat filled the silence of the room, driving it away. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud. The table creaked beneath them as he moved against her. His breath came in harsh gasps. Hermione swore her hearing was hyper-sensitive. She seemed to be hearing everything a dozen times better than normal. She didn\'t know if it was heightened awareness or the need to cum that had her picking up on the most minute sounds. Perhaps it was all in her imagination. She thought that even her breath rasped in and out of her throat louder than usual.

Severus was hard and long as he drove into her. He seemed to be impossibly thick as he stroked slowly in and out of her tight passage. Her nipples rubbed the wooden table top with each thrust. They grew tighter and more painful each time and the feeling she got from the motion shot straight down to her pulsing core. The sensations were overwhelming her. She still ached to orgasm. The angle with which he was entering her didn\'t allow for any kind of stimulation to her clit and his hands were firmly wrapped around her hips. When one of her hands left the edge of the table and made to slip between her body and the wooden surface, he lifted a hand long enough to bring it down sharply on her bottom.

She yelped, the pain flaring to life like fire in dry kindling. Then his long fingers curled about her hip again and held her in place. Hermione wanted badly to watch his face. To see if any kind of emotion flowed across it. Instead, she found herself staring at the scarred wooden table top. She had to admit that the position was wonderful. It gave him complete access to her body. Each and every forward stroke saw him fully sheathed within her. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one. Yet it was nothing without the feel of one of his fingertips pressing harshly against her clitoris as it had done the weekend previous. She needed to cum in the worst possible way and he was staunchly ignoring her need.

She decided to play dirty. With his next thrust, she rocked herself back onto him. She groaned as his cock went deep. So tight and so wonderfully large and all hers. Her hips shifted in time with his, helping him bury himself in her body each and every time. She heard his grunt, a soft sound that was more like a ghostly whisper. But it spurred her on. She affected him as much as he affected her. The knowledge gave her power and she planned on exploiting it as much as she could.

Her mind rolled in a thick haze of pleasure, making rational thought more and more difficult to manage. She could barely keep her eyes open and her throat was parched from each and every moan and groan that rolled out of it. Her fingers were cramping and she was sure that there would be a bruise across the tops of her thighs from his ceaseless pounding. He was driving into her harder now. She knew he was no where near orgasm, but still he took her with relentless force, as if he was trying to exorcise some inner demon that rode his back.

Hermione was panting harshly, her breath fanning out across the table top each time he pushed forward. Severus was now simply fucking her. His hips plunged hard and fast against hers. Her muscles rippled and flexed around him, trying to hold his cock inside of her. She wanted him to pound her fast and she wanted him to pleasure her slow. Her body was wound tight, in need of release and crying out for it. Still he concerned himself with his own pleasure. She could feel his cock starting to swell inside of her.

The friction of her breasts rubbing the table combined with the feel of his cock stroking in and out of her clenching pussy. She could feel the stirrings of an orgasm beginning in her belly. She moaned, thrusting herself back onto him harder and faster. It felt delicious and she intended to make sure she had her release this time. She couldn\'t help the groan that rolled up out of her mouth when he simply stopped moving and pulled from her body.

Hermione moaned out her frustrations long and loud.

Severus stepped back from her. She pushed herself off the table top and turned to look at him. He was standing near the door to his office, naked as the day he\'d been born. One long-fingered hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly over the length of it. She found her eyes glued to his fist. His shaft was glistening with her juices and his previous release. The head of his cock was a purple-ish red, speaking to the fact that he was as in dire need of an orgasm as she was. His hand uncurled from his erection, only to curl up and beckon her toward him. She moved toward him as if in a dream.

When he stepped into his office, she followed. Her glance flew to the chair as the memory of their first time together flashed through her brain. She was terribly disappointed when he didn\'t retire to the chair. Instead, he made his way to the hidden door, kicking the stone with a foot. When the panel swung open, he stepped though it. All the while, he beckoned her to follow him with the look in his eyes. The promise of relief.

Severus led her back into his private rooms. When they stopped moving, they stood on a plush rug before the flames roaring in the fireplace. He drew her to him, simply looking down at her a moment before taking her mouth with his own. There was heat to the kiss. But his mouth was rather gentle. She moaned when his tongue slipped into her mouth and plunged deep, exploring the interior slowly and with a great deal of passion. Her hands reached for his arse, curling around the muscular globes to pull him even closer to her.

His cock, thick and long and hard, rubbed relentlessly into her belly during the act. She moaned into his mouth, aching for him to take her again. But he seemed to have lost interest in finding his release inside of her body. He simply kissed her, his hands curled tightly into the mass of sweaty and bushy hair at the back of her head. She ground herself against him, silently urging him to fill her once more. He ignored it, simply plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth and tightening his grip on her. Her frustration and need rose up to take control and she acted purely out of desperation.

Hermione broke the kiss, her hands seeking out his shoulders. Her fingers curled around them and pushed while one foot swept behind his legs to force them out from under him. She smiled when she felt his knees buckle, then he was flat on his back on the rug. She went down to her knees, straddling his thighs. She offered him a smirk before her gaze roved from his mildly shocked face to his chest. It heaved, his pale nipples hard and erect. She couldn\'t resist the temptation. Her head dipped, her mouth curling around one to draw it deeply into her mouth.

She felt him shudder beneath her while her lips pulled at his nipple and her teeth grated over it. She liked having this kind of power over him after all of the teasing he\'d done. She used one hand to steady her as she bent over his body. The other slipped between them, seeking out his firm cock. She felt his body tremble beneath hers. Heard his breath hitch in his throat. She knew she had him this time. Her fingers curled about his length, gripping him tightly before slowly starting to stroke up and down over him. Each time she stroked up, her thumb caressed the weeping slit on the head of his erection.

She lifted her mouth, switching her attention to the other nipple. She grazed it with her teeth, sucking it as deeply into her mouth as she could. His hands reached up and curled into her hair, pressing her face tightly to his chest. His hips lifted up into her hand with each stroke down over the heated flesh to the root of his erection. Her body responded to his, her pussy clenching tightly as more moisture slithered from between her swollen lips and down the inside of her thigh. She couldn\'t wait any longer. She needed to finish it now.

Hermione lifted her head with little resistance to his hands. They simply slipped from her hair to hit the ground like wet noodles. She leered down at him as she took her hand away from his throbbing erection. \' I\'m going to fuck you senseless,\' she whispered to him. Then she was up on her knees, inching her way forward so that her body was centered directly over the head of his cock. Her hands sought out his thick length, holding it up and in place so that she could guide herself down onto him.

Her eyes were locked with his. She noted the faint smirk on his face, the expectant look that filled his obsidian gaze. She smiled at him, then slowly lowered herself down on top of him. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt the bulbous head push past her swollen nether lips and slip into her body. Her pussy was so tight that it nearly hurt to have fill her. She moaned softly and inched her way down his shaft. \'Merlin\'s beard, that feels so good,\' she told him.

\'Do tell,\' he replied with a smirk, then brought his hands up to wrap around her hips. His voice was low and sultry, sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. He lifted her up until only his tip was buried inside of her, then lowered her back down. She closed her eyes, settling her hands on his abdomen for leverage. Between her hands and knees, she shifted herself up and down on top of him. It drove him inside of her body deeply. The angle provided the opportunity for new feelings and sensations to flood her system. Her eyes slipped shut as she found her rhythm and began to ride him in earnest.

Severus let his gaze travel from her face to where their bodies met. The nest of curls between her thighs was matted and stuck to her skin from all the sex. It was darkened with moisture and he could smell the scent of her arousal drifting on the still air. She rode him with an almost lazy pace. She moaned each time he pushed up into her, each time he filled her and completed her. His shaft, when it slid out of her, was coated with the thick, white-ish juices from both of them. Her arousal mixed with his seed to lubricate his cock and make her passage easier to breech. It glistened in the light off the flickering fire, arousing his passions even further.

He liked seeing the fruits of his labor so liberally coating him. It made him feel powerful. He\'d brought her to this stage. He\'d been the one to make her writhe and whimper with need. No one else. He might not like the girl, but there was a heady sort of feeling in knowing that he could make her want him with such desperation. With such driving need. He was content to lay there, watching her shift up and down on his lap as she worked herself to what promised to be an amazing orgasm.

He\'d held her release back for just such a purpose. He wanted to see her explode around him with the same force as one of the strongest curses when it slammed into someone. He looked up the length of her body. Sweat ran down her chest, between the valley of her breasts. Her nipples were so tight, he thought that touching them would shatter the pointed tips. He smiled, wanting to see her shatter in at least one way.

He took one hand from her hip, leaving the other there to act as a guide, and reached between them. His eyes followed the direction of his hand for a moment, then looked back up at her face. He wanted to see her when he touched her. His finger slipped into her wet folds to find the small, swollen nub of her clit and slid slowly over it. Her eyes flew wide, a loud gasp slipping from her throat as his fingertip grazed her. \'Oh gods!\'

His touch became more intense, more demanding, and he pressed harder against her. Her hips went into a frenzy of thrusts, sliding up and down his length rapidly. Almost frantically. He could feel the pressure building up in both of them, the need to orgasm strong. He watched her as she continued to thrust herself down on him. Her strokes were quick and shallow and he knew she was only thinking of gaining her pleasure.

His hips joined in the race, his feet planted on the floor to aide him as he shoved himself up into her each time she came down as deeply as he could. She panted and moaned harshly with each penetrating thrust. His hand continued its assault on her clit, rubbing over it with slow, sure strokes that drove her wild. He could feel her striving to reach her orgasm just as he was trying to reach his own. The knot at the base of his spine was back, growing with intensity. It had his cock swelling inside of her, his balls drawing up in preparation of release.

He saw her hands lift and couldn\'t tear his eyes away as she once more lifted them to her breasts. She pulled on her bra so that her breasts slipped from the cups. The garment was shoved up so that her breasts were completely exposed. One finger tip from each hand began to circle her nipples until they were puckered so tightly, he thought they had to hurt. Then she cupped her breasts with her hands, her fingers playing over them to tease them and pull at them. She twisted the tight peaks, drawing them away from her body before once more turning them like knobs. Watching her fondle herself drove him mad with need and he arched his hips into her with all the more intensity.

When he felt her on the verge of falling over the edge, he pressed harder on her clit. She moaned louder, her hips rocking spasmadically into his. The touch of his hand was torture, sweet torture. Finally, he pressed down painfully hard as his cock slid up into her fluttering pussy. It was the only help she needed. Her body reacted. Muscles clenched hard around his shaft, squeezing him as she trembled above him. A loud near-scream slid from her throat, attesting to her mind-numbing release. He waited until the tremors passed before he moved again, stroking into her with deep, hard thrusts meant to bring his own orgasm to the front.

The knot burst and his shaft swelled even further before he felt himself explode with in her. His orgasm saw him spurting up into her forcibly, his seed pouring forth in thick ropes of hot, white liquid. She slumped over him when her body finally quit shuddering, leaning against his chest as she panted for breath. He reached up to hold her, his hips still rocking up into her body to milk himself fully of his orgasm. Slowly, his cock softened and slipped out of her body. She lay on top of him, working at gaining her breath back. \'Merlin,\' she gasped, lifting her head to look at him.

\'So surprised that I am capable, Miss Granger?\' he asked her softly. He helped her sit up then did the same. She climbed from his lap, still flushed from their bout of sex and her shattering orgasm. He watched as her gaze raked over him, stopping to linger on the glistening length of his softened shaft before bringing her gaze up to his once more.

\'Surprised, yes. And glad. That was so... intense,\' she told him honestly.

\' It was rather impressive,\' he admitted smugly as he climbed to his feet. He held a hand out to her and drew her up next to him. \'Now, I shall bid you good night and send you back to Gryffindor Tower for a good night\'s rest.\'

\'No,\' she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. He stared at her a moment as if she\'d gone mad.

\'Miss Granger,\' his tone was sharp with reprimand. \'As I am still your teacher, I must insist that you return to your own rooms. I have an image to maintain.\'

\'And as I am still your wife, I must insist that you can it and come to bed. I\'m tired. You\'ve worn me out completely. I wish to sleep. We can discuss this, and anything else that happens to come up, at a much later time,\' she retorted.

\'You are impertinent for suggesting such a thing. What would the other students think if they knew you had spent the night in my private rooms? In my bed!\' he stared at her, completely shocked that she would suggest such a thing. She was always the one who was calm and collected. Who always kept her head firmly on her shoulders and thought out the consequences of her actions. And she was intent on breaking more rules than he cared to count simply so she could sleep in his bed with him. She\'d obviously spent far too much of the last seven years with Potter and Weasley.

\' I don\'t give a bloody damn what they think. Tomorrow is Saturday and they\'ll all be busy with something or another,\' she told him. \'They\'ll never notice that I\'m missing.\'

\' It is inappropriate for a student to stay in the chambers of one of her teachers!\' he reminded her sharply.

\'Severus Snape, I am your wife!\' she snarled at him. \'And, as such, it is entirely feasible that I should want to sleep with my husband in his bed! Am I so repulsive that you don\'t wish to have me near you? I simply thought that you might need a hand first thing in the morning.\'

\'A hand with what?\' he snapped at her angrily.

\'A hand with the erection I intend to make sure you maintain all night long! Now are you bloody coming to bed or not?\' she glared at him. He stared at her momentarily, completely thrown by what she\'d just said to him. Then a faint smirk lifted his lips and he gestured to the door leading into the bedroom.

\'After you, wife,\' he replied and watched as she moved toward his bedchambers. Perhaps there was something to this being married after all. He was certainly enjoying it so far. Then he frowned. he sincerely hoped that his wife didn\'t snore. That would certainly put a damper on his enjoyment of the rest of the evening.

end chapter twelve.
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a round of thanks go to my usual group for letting me bounce ideas off them and all that crap. they know who they are by now and they know that i simply couldn\'t manage with out them. they also know that i apprecaite them so very much.

my apologies for not getting this posted any sooner, but the bunnies were cruel and gave me the idea. then they hopped off before i could really find out what they had planned, so i had to wing the chapter by myself. so, if you find any kind of discrepencies or errors here.... its all my fault. please don\'t shoot me or anything.

finally, please feel free to let me know what you think. i love to hear from you all.

to Bambu: thanks. i had hoped that he wouldn\'t seem like a desperately crazed man or anything. i simply thought that, with the discovery and realization that he had a woman who was entranced enough with him to have sex with him, he might be a little..... possessive on the get go. you know what i mean? i strive to keep him as close to in character as i can at all times, and this just seemed to me to be something he might consider doing, as the exeprience was new and he was, to put it simply, in lust with the idea of having sex on a regular basis. i can\'t see him just falling madly in love. with anyone. thanks so much for your vote of confidence on this, hon.

to eve/roarke: all eleven chapters at once? wow! thanks. i\'m so glad you like the story idea. the hate-hate-lust relationship that i think they have. as for the length of time, i\'m doing my best to work on that. i only have i think five stories going on at once and i try to write one chapter on each one.... so i cycle through them and sometimes it takes longer than others. but i plan on finishing this. swear.

to Abi: thank you. i honestly hear well written often enough that i\'m starting to believe it! here\'s the next installment.

to Chantal: yes, Madam Pince had rotten timing, didn\'t she? i\'m so glad to know that they are in character. i like Snape snarky and nasty, so i try to keep him that way. and i honestly don\'t see him scaring Hermione too much as she gets older and becomes more confident with herself. hmm. will they love each other instead of loving to fuck each other? how about both? they can\'t find out what\'s going on with the Headmaster until they find out how they feel about one another. so you\'ll have to keep reading to find out.

to Shiro Ryu: you love this story? thanks, i really \'preciate that. its nice to know that it gets read and enjoyed. i honestly see them as fighting one another like that. they might have feelings for one another, but it won\'t change who they are. so i enjoy watching them fight one another, too. the story has it all? thanks, hon ~blushes~ i do try to make it more than just chapter upon chapter of sex and smut. i mean, those are good, but it really wouldn\'t be much of a story, would it? and she says the smut is great! garsh ~blushes again~

to Caliko: so glad that you\'re enjoying this, dear. and i hope finals went well for you. you read four chapters at once? wow.... cool. very cool. thanks for reading.

to Red Writing Hood: ah, honey. you know i love to hear what you think! thanks, dear. for everything. it was a close call and i\'m honestly surprised that Snape didn\'t hex Madam Pince for interrupting.

to Minerva Ann McGonagall: thank you. its wonderful, she says! i\'m honestly still shocked at the response i\'ve gotten with this and i\'m so glad to know that, for the most part, the idea isn\'t completely out there. i\'ll add you to my list of must email people so that you know.

to mariteri: no heater chapter coming up. at least i hope its a no heater chapter. thank you for the nice words.

to laceyweasley: i\'m so glad you liked the sex scene. ~grins~ i could see the whole Stalking Snape thingie, too. as much as i see them insulting one another and finding themselves turned on by it.

to Amber: here\'s another update for you. there\'s new stuff still in the works. i\'m just trying to get some of the ones i\'ve got running done first. five is alot to write at once. hope you enjoy!

to funky-faerie87: look at that. someone who knows how to spell faerie properly ~grins~ another vote for hot. i wonder how i do it? i couldn\'t help the bit about Snape and Hermione in the stacks. it just called to me. and i like to think that the two of them are both loving and hating the situation they\'re in and are trying to blame the other for the entire thing.

to Gardengrrl13: why thank you. yes, i am evil and naughty. but then i don\'t think the smut would be as good if i wasn\'t. and don\'t fret, you\'ll find out..... eventually.... ~whistles innocently~

to emm436: of course i left it there on purpose. you wouldn\'t come back and read the next chapter if i didn\'t find some way to hook you in, now would you?

to anni: you stayed up and read for three hours to read the entire thing when you wanted to sleep? and then i left you frustrated? i\'m so sorry. i hope this chapter helps.

to Karen: yes, the dreaded cliffie! i\'m glad you like it and i\'ll do my best to get the chapters up a bit faster.

to Princess of the Leprechauns: look! another chapter. hope you enjoyed the last.

to Pearle: here you go, my dear. yes, they stopped. and here\'s the next chapter. i hope it lives up to previous chapters and that i\'m forgiven for taking so long with it. hope you\'re feeling better, dear.

to SpiritofLupin: your other half didn\'t get much sleep? was it that good? and i\'m always open to ideas, hon. leave them here or send them to me privately. i love having new ideas.

to LoupeyLady: here you go. more. hope you enjoy.

to cocoachristy: i hope you find some really good stories to read here. there are some damned good ones. thanks for giving me a try.

to Sphinx: i\'m so glad you like my little tale of hate and lust. i believe that love and hate are so close to one another and i know its really nice to see someone\'s views change about someone else. i\'m sure the two of them will fall for one another. but Snape is not the kind of person who goes all mushy. not in my world, at least. so he may end up caring for her, but he won\'t be blatantly obvious about it. he\'s made of sterner stuff, he is. and you\'ll all find out the barmy old coot has up his sleeves. eventually. thanks for the offer. i don\'t use a beta much, and i should, to catch the mistakes i miss. but if you need any kind of advice or help, please don\'t hesitate to let me know. i\'m always willing to lend a hand.