The Seduction of Snape.

Still holding her hand, Snape opened the door with a non verbal spell. They entered and he closed the door behind them. They stood in the faint light, not moving, not speaking, just holding hands.

Clearing her throat in an attempt to break the tense silence Hermione spoke nervously, "I had a wonderful time, Professor. I guess I'll go to bed now." she took a few steps up the stairs, but he continued to hold her hand firmly.

She gasped when he suddenly pulled her arm, causing to her to stumble down the stairs and to fall against his strong chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and lightly rubbed the small of her back. "I know who it is." he whispered.

"Oh you do, do you?" Hermione had meant her statement to come out sarcastic, but to her ears she sounded breathless and a little scared.

"Yes. I do." he said, leaning in, his face close to hers, their lips almost touching.

"Well go on then." Hermione said, pleased that her voice sounded a little firmer.

"Me." he groaned and pressed his lips against hers.

Hermione sighed as his tongue gently roamed along her bottom lip asking permission for entrance. She opened her mouth and his incredibly soft tongue entered her mouth to rub lightly against hers.

'Oh Gods' her mind screamed, she never imagined that the ferocious Potions Master could kiss so tenderly, so sensuously.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in closer and deepened the kiss.

Time stopped as they stood on the stairs, arms wrapped around each other, tongues rubbing, touching, teasing and dancing against each other passionately. Hands lightly rubbing each other's back and shoulders. Panting heavily, they eventually broke the kiss and stared intensely into each others eyes.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"I have absolutely no idea." he said, his baritone voice caressing her like a touch.

She leaned in and kissed him again, fiercely and passionately, her hands going to his waist. She was dying to feel his bare skin, her hands tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it free from his waistband.

"Hermione, Hermione" he panted. She was surprised when he grabbed her hands and held them firmly. "Stop."

She looked at him in confusion. Surprised by the anguished look on his face, she whispered. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no." he shook his head firmly. "It's just this. This is too much." he sank down to sit on the stairs and buried his face in his hands.

Sitting down next to him, she lightly rubbed her palm over his back. "Talk to me." she pleaded softly.

He raised his head and stared straight ahead. Sighing deeply he said, "I have never been intimate with a woman I care about."

Still rubbing his back, she whispered "I know you said prostitutes. But what else? What aren't you saying?"

His eyes flicked over her face quickly then looked away. She noticed that he too, like Draco, had begun absent mindedly rub his Darkmark.

"There were woman provided by the Dark Lord." he said so softly that she had to strain to hear him.

Swallowing nervously, she continued to rub his back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She was shocked when he whirled on her, his face fierce. "No. I do not." he said darkly.

"I can't do this." he muttered, almost to himself. Standing up he rushed up the stairs. "I'm sorry. I can't."

She jumped slightly when he slammed his bedroom door. Rising slowly, she made her way up to her own room and entered it quietly, closing the door.