On the first day of Christmas

Hermione pulled back, still leaning on the edge of the bed shakily, clad in her robes and trying not to scream as her normally surly Potions teacher looked to her in shock.

\"Granger?\" he said rather drowsily, and as if he couldn\'t believe she was here in his bedchambers. His hooded eyes were barely open; he had evidently been in a deep sleep.

Hermione\'s eyes widened, he was going to expel her for sure...or ask her what she was doing in here. And what would she reply with? Oh Professor, this is *your* room? I had no idea...I thought it was mine. What a mess up, oh well, see you tomorrow in class!

No that wouldn\'t do. Meanwhile, they were staring at one another, breathing heavily and Snape was blinking to make sure he was awake. His bare torso was there, gleaming in the soft moonlight from his window.

Oh God this is it... Hermione thought desperately, feeling the pit in her stomach grown, I\'m going to be killed, or worse...expelled.

She was about to say something to rectify the situation, when a pale arm from Snape hesitantly wrapped itself around her neck and brought her lips crushing into his.

Well, I certainly didn\'t see this one coming..

He was very warm against her as he dragged her to him and he noticed her shivering. She was freezing. He drew her close to him and let the silken blankets cover them both. She kicked off her shoes,lingling it was the appropriate thing to do.

Hermione\'s eyes were still wide. She was laying there in Professor Snape\'s bed, fully clothed, and he was just staring at her. She took this time to see what he looked like out of those confining clothes...nice. Very nice. Toned in all the right places, although a little on the slim side, he suited it well.

She didn\'t know what to say next, and she didn\'t have to. He was already kissing her again and again. He stopped, looking down to her and saying in a soft whisper, \"You\'re really here.\"

Hermione didn\'t say anything, but responded with a small kiss on the end of his nose. He smiled, another one of his Earth moving smiles and captured her lips once more. His tongue sought easy entry and mesmerized her as he dueled with her own, sending ripples of new sensations down her body. She felt herself growing rather warm, under the confines of her clothes and blankets.

He saw she was growing heated and quickly ripped her robes open, buttons going everywhere until he reached her uniform. She shivered nervously as Snape smiled to her gently. He removed her tie with ease, throwing it over his shoulder and grinning in a rather sexy way that had her heart banging painfully in her chest.

Continuing his eager kisses that Hermione was begging to seriously pine for, he undid the buttons of her school blouse, until that too was discarded and she lay there, topless. She felt as he shifted beside her, and she heard the faint rustling of clothing hitting the floor. She assumed they were his knickers. She swallowed deeply, knowing there was no turning back.

Snape looked back to his treasure, his dark wid widening in delight. Wearing a bra to deliver the card to him hadn\'t seemed necessary, and judging by Severus\' immense excitement rubbing against her leg, he didn\'t mind too much.

Hermione took a deep breath as his head dipped down and kissed her collar, excruciatingly slowly, her breaths now coming out in short puffs. One of his hands tangled in her hair, the other was inching its way up her skirt and...there....that was the spot.

She felt her hips buck at the mere touch of his fingers in her, moving around so expertly and she bit her lower lip from crying out. He kissed her jaw delicately, moving tactfully back to her lips, still continuing below, enjoying -no revelling- in the throaty sounds of her arousal.

\"Oh...ohhh...\" she was moaning, her eyes flitting all around and resting on his eyes above her. When he was sure she was more than ready, he slid into her expertly, hearing her hissing a bit before clutching the sides of his narrow bed. She wasn\'t in any real pain that he could see, as he peered into her dark eyes. She merely smiled weakly, kissing his bottom lip gently before lowering her head back onto the pillow.

He soon began moving a bit, trying to be gentle as he stroked in and out of her. He viewed her shaking and trying to control the kissing of her breasts, to keep her grounded, for she seemed to hate being out of control. He moved deeper, seeing her eyes widen and her lips tremble as he hit a spot thatshe quaked at.

He loved it.

\"Her...Hermione.\" He growled, going faster until the four-poster bed began knocking against the walls of his chamber. Hermione was writhing beneath him, her thights shaking as she slid against him, feeling the delicious pressure building within her.

She clutched at his slick back, her eyes squeezing shut as he slammed into her harder, her cries growing louder and louder until he pressed his mouth to hers, knowing what was about to follow, and felt her scream in exquisite pleasure.

Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, drawing himse, se, pressing him closer to her almost naked form and wanting him to go deeper if that was possible. Stars went off in front of her eyes, and Snape\'s seemingly gentle gaze stared back at her, compassionate but almost possessive. That didn\'t matter now.

It was the most enthralling feeling Hermione had ever felt, and she didn\'t ever want it to stop, although as he slowed she felt herself growing tired. Perhaps she needed a little rest.

When she felt Snape roll off of her gently, and lay on his side, facing her she felt her eyelids dropping and finally shut resoundly. She didn\'t hear his chuckle, or feel his kiss on her burning cheek, or the bemused, \"Merry Ctmastmas Hermione.\" that passed his lips around midnight.

All she knew was that she was warm and safe, and that Snape was as well.
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She awoke the next morning to the sound and feel of heavy breathing on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and she felt Snape\'s heavy arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

\"Morning.\" he mumbled lazily to her, looking at her from hooded eyes. She smiled a bit, yawning politely and moving closer to him. He was so warm. She wondered idly if he\'d been waiting for her to wake up.

\"Morning.\"

He rubbed her naked forearm with his lean fingers, seeing the goosebumps that rose on her perfectly colored flesh. He looked so pale in comparison, but he didn\'t care. She was gazing up at him with a look, which certainly didn\'t mean she was looking at how pale he was. She kissed him gently, then resumed hugging him to her, burying her face in the crook of his neck, for he smelled so delightful.

Although it sent shivers racing down him, Severs grimaced. How long was this expected to go on? She was graduating in almosx mox months, and that was far too long to carry out a relationship under the careful scrutiny of Albus. Perhaps he would just make her breakfast, and explain why this couldn\'t go on and she\'d be diplomatic about it.

He certainly didn\'t regret last night. It had been amazing...she was so...untainted. But she was a stt, st, she had caught him when he was half asleep...although he\'d woken up quite quickly when he had viewed she was bra-less...still, it was wrong of him to have done it. He felt wrong.

Hermione wondered if she should tell him the real reason she had been down here...no...didn\'t matter. He didn\'t have to know. She was content just to hold him to her, and take in the delicious feel of him.

Snape\'s mind was racing, now she\'d want a relationship, a real one...perhaps even marriage. Gods, he paled even more at that, his heart pounding. Him? Married? He looked down to her almost sleeping face...she looked so serene. The thought of marriage didn\'t seem so horrible all of a sudden.

Hermione\'s eyes opened, she\'d only been resting them, trying to take in everything, remember everything about this seemingly perfect moment. She saw Severus gazing down at her, a look of could it be adoration? in his solemn eyes.

\"Take me.\" was all she said, drawing him close to her as she kissed his lips harshly, showing just how serious she was. He felt his pulse quicken at the mere contact of her lips on his own. He grinned and was about to oblige when the door to his chamber\'s slammed open, causing them to break apart, grabbing for the blanket to cover them.

Harry, Ron and Viktor looked to their friend and Professor in dumbfounded shock. Was he? Was she? Were they?..so many questions.

\"Hermy-own-ninny?\" Viktor said in a quiet voice, as if he couldn\'t believe it was her. Ron and Harry stood gaping, their mouths open like fish until Harry spoke slowly.

\"Mione? Did he give you a lust Potion?\"

Hermione shook her head, her face was red, she had pulled the blanket over top of her, and Snape was sitting on the other side of the bed, holding his end of the blanket trying to be dignified under the circumstances and looking absolutely furious.

\"Get out of my chambers.\" he hissed, looking to them with fury. Hermione was ashamed as her three \'friends\' hurriedly headed out the door, not looking back.

When the door had shut, and they were again alone, Snape looked over to Hermione darkly, a new wall up behind his eyes that Hermione immediately recognized. He spoke in rough, low tones.

\"That includes you, Granger.\"