an overwhelming desire to win...

Her breathing was slow, languid and he felt himself growing drowsy just hearing it. She was under the covers of her bed, her shoulder and arms exposed as they lay atop of the covers whilst she lay on her side. He saw she wore a plain white nightgown and he appreciated her purity, her cleanliness her unknowing sensuality.

Yes he had left her hours before and gone back to his dull office. He had plunked himself down on a creaking chair and scolded himself into marking paper. But how could he when her scent was still on him? How could he focus when her contagious smile and voice still wrapped about in his brain.

He had worked for almost two hours before he felt a small tug at his own heartstrings, pulling him. He felt her yearning for him, or was it he yearning for her? He\'d barely stood and made his way into the hearth before he\'d flooed himself into her livingroom fireplace. He had stood nervously in the dark room a moment, and then clumsily made his way to her room to the side of her bed and lay beside her taking her all in.

This was nothing like the encounter in her Head Girl\'s room. This was much more deliberate. He didn\'t feel peverted, he felt justified. She was his.

At this thought he brushed a small tendril of hair that had fallen into her eyes, and tensed as he viewed her disoriented awakening. She blinked a moment and then rolled over, leaning against him and looking to him with eyes that conveyed her every emotion. She wanted him.

\"I wanted you to come back.\"

Her voice was barely above a whisper but he heard it as if she had screamed it. His arms were around her at once, and she felt her stomach tilt. In the best of ways. He threw back the covers of her bed and she kissed him with vigor as those gentle lips of his were against her own.

\"I couldn\'t stay away.\"

One hand slid under her thin nightgown, trailing up her thighs slowly as her breathing deeping. He continued feeling around until his hand came into contact with her knickers, his hands slid down the elastic waist and into the warmth below. She could only watch as his hand slid inside her knickers, her lips slowly parted as he watched her expression.

Slowly tapered fingers slid their way inside her, swirling and enticing her to no end. He watched her lips part further, trembling a bit and he felt her leaning into the hand that cupped her below, warm and velvety as he delved deeper. He groaned at the mere touch and feel of her.

\"Oh Severussss...yessss...\" she hissed as two gentle fingers played about inside her. He saw aroused as she gripped the soft confined of her mattress, her knuckles going white. Everything felt like electricity shooting through her.

\"Undress me.\" he said taking his time in discarding her own nightgown over his shoulder as she looked to him in disbelief. It would take forever if she unbuttoned every damned button on his trousers and shirt. She shook her head, looking to him and still moaning as his hand continued below. He\'d removed her knickers with his other hand, still training his eyes on her own.

\"I can\'t.\" she said breathlessly, trying to keep here eyes open but finding it extremely difficult as he played within her. His own dark eyes glittered back at her through the slits of her eyes and she saw he was smirking supercilliously. Damn him.

With a swipe of his nearby wand he was naked, and kicked the remaining blankets of her bed to the ground. All that was left were two naked figures, rubbing about on the bare mattress and groaning.

\"Tell me you want me.\" he said withdrawing his fingers and buring his lips against her neck. He surprised himself as he gasped lowly when Hermione began rubbing herself against him as if it were habit.

It had been a long time for him and he didn\'t want to bugger it up, and so in turn slowly grinded against her. Hermione though in the fits of tingling and moaning didn\'t seem to care as she slid up and down against him, his hardness poking at her, teasing her.

She slowly let her hand fall atop of its pulsating head, twirling it about with her fingers as if studying it. Severus nearly let himself go then, losing all inhibition. She stroked it gently, upwards and down creating a fine lengthening of it to which she bit back a gasp. She locked eyes with the insatiable Professor atop of her and grinned wickedly.

\"I\'ve wanted you ever since the beginning of sixth year you know.\"

A chuckle sent shivers down her as she waited for him. He reluctantly pulled away from her downward caress, knowing full well if she didn\'t he\'d be spend it a matter of moments.

\"Not good enough Miss Granger.\" he joked playfully, teasing a nipple of hers between his teeth, relishing in the moans above him.

\"I\'ve f-f antasized about shagging you in the middle of classes millions of times.\"

Another smirk and a short chuckle and she couldn\'t help but blush a bit. Now she was rewarded with a small ticking and enticing kiss along her lips, a small nibble to the lower one.

\"Better.\"

There was a short pause before her small voice reached out to him in the darkness.

\"You\'re my first.\"

He stopped then, looking to her in sudden concern, his dark eyes hidden in darkness. Surely he had his suspicions about her sexual status, but as she lay there looking to him with tender trust confessing the truth to him he felt his chest tighten. He was her first.

He kissed her softly then. Lovingly. As a girl like her, delicate and sweet deserved to be kissed. She grinned up at him through the gesture, feeling her heart swell. No words needed to be spoken.

She sighed a bit as she felt him squirming about beside her. Then grimacing as he rolled on top of her and entered her delicately, breaking through her virginal barrier and feeling relieved that she didn\'t wince that much.

\"Are you alright?\"

She clenched her teeth nodding vigorously as he moved around slightly, trying to get in a comfortable position. He saw her glowing with sweat beneath him and he wondered whether he should go on when she spoke.

\"I want you so badly right now Severus...I need you...I-.\"

She didn\'t finish the latter thought as he slid deeper into her, and she clutched his shoulders, sweat shining on the both of them. Her eyes squeezed shut and her legs around his waist tightened so much he had to catch his own breath.

\"More?\" he asked worried that he might have hurt her. She could barely speak, making small moaning sounds now and only allowing a small gasp to escape her lips as warning.

\"Of course more!\" she gasped, biting her lower lip as she tried not to scream aloud. \"Please Gods yes...more..more.\"

Snape clenched his teeth, driving deeper into her but finding it difficult. She was so..maddeningly tight. His eyes shut as did hers as he pounded into her, determined for her to reach ecstasy. He was tender as well as rough, and Hermione was delighted at the feel of his torso against her breasts, a delightful friction swelling at her core.

The bedpost banged against the wall with every thrust Severus administered, and Hermione noticed breifly -in between fits of squealing for Snape to go on and never stop- that her window was open. For a fleeting moment absurdly wondered if her neighbors next door could hear them.

She could imagine that nosy Mrs. Howitzer sitting outside with her husband as they heard the moaning and carrying on next door tsking and saying, \"I always knew there was something odd about that Granger girl.\"

All bizarre thoughts of that quickly left her as Snape\'s arms moved from around her shoulders to grip onto her thighs and maneuver them so that he had ample access. They slipped around, and she noticed his hands were trembling with lust, he kissed her lips roughly then, unable to hold back the passion he was overcome with. Smoothly he grinded into her, and \"Oh.\" was all she could utter as Severus hit a spot she didn\'t even know existed.

She shuddered and he did as well inside of her. She gulped, not know if it was searing pleasure or pain invading her, but as he rubbed further she realized it was beyond pleasure. It was almost ecstasy.

\"Like that do you?\" Snape said with a familiar smirk. Hermione could see the strained yet pleasureable look on his face as he continued, grasping her thighs and going deeper, his eyelids fluttering shut. She moved her own hips a bit, bumping against his and saw as his eyelids fluttered and he groaned loudly.

\"Like that do you?\" she asked breathlessly, grinning and shining from their combined sweat. Her head swam in a euphoric state as she took in the delicious creature atop of her, moving back and forth like a swing as he pounded into her.

Forward. Back. Forward. Back. At times he looked as if he were about to launch over her. Every time he moved forward though she\'d give a welcoming and appreciative lick at his collar, relishing in his odd shivers. He buried his head in her breasts then, kissing them, nibbling at the nipples them as he continued unnerved. He nuzzled one, his hair ticking an already erect nipple causing her gasps to go up several octaves.

Finally his hips went at an almost alarming rate, causing something inside Hermione to unexpectedly explode as a scream ravaged and ripped from her throat. No matter of lip biting could hold back the moaning scream of utter and total rapture that flooded all of her senses, sending every bit of her alight and tingling.

\"OH GOD YES!..Never let it S-SSTOP!\"

She clung to him, still moving about and never wanting it to end. He moaned in her ear as she did so and heard as he uttered a rather loud and shaky, \"Hermione...Gods yes Hermione.\"

They slowed and Hermione noticed she was suddenly dizzy and quite drowsy. She gave him a long and lingering kiss that he responded to with vigor. He rolled over, bringing her along with him as he covered her in small kisses and held her against him.

They did not wake again until dawn.


* * *

\"Severus?\"

He was still sleeping when she shook his shoulder gently, trying to wake him softly. He gave a short little snort as he blinked his eyes open, looking at his surroundings.

\"Where...\" he paused as he looked up to her face, bathed in the morning light filtering in through her open window.

\"Good morning.\"

He gave her a gentle smile before her lips brushed his cheek. He yawned slightly and sat up, blinking a bit and trying to get the blurring out of his dark eyes.

Hermione herself looked radiant this morning, almost glowing from some Inner Light. She was now a woman.

She snuck a glance at her usually surly Professor, her lover now. He was so cute in a strange way. His dark hair stood up in the back from sleeping on it wrong.

He licked his own lips and gave her raised an eyebrow in embarassed question. Hermione blushed a bit, everything looked much more...real in the morning.

\"I thought it may be prudent for you to return to the school this morning. They\'re probably wondering where you are. You\'ve already missed breakfast.\"

Snape looked to her in shock and took a small glance at the clock beside her bed. 10 p.m. Good Lord, when had he ever slept that late in his life? He nodded and surveyed the crumpled bed, the discarded nightgown and ketskets.

\"Hermione..luv.\" Severus asked scanning the floor, squinting. \"Do you know where my trousers are?\"

ioneione\'s heart flipped as he called her \'luv\'. Something he had never done in her fantasies but know wondered how she had ever forgone it. She gave a small grin and nodded, rushing out of the room in her robe and returning a moment later with a folded wad of black clothing.

\"I washed them for you.\"

She handed his clothes to him and noticed he looked a bit crestfallen as he took them from her. She gave a worried little frown and brushed his shoulder gently with the back of her hand. \"What\'s the matter?\"

Snape shrugged, \"It\'s stupid really...It\'s just...now they won\'t smell like you anymore.\" he shook his head to play off the comment, pulling on his clothing.

Hermione gave a small smile before walking over to her dresser, grasping a perfume bottle and walking over to him. He had his back to her and tapping him she sprayed the perfume over his clothes.

Well, that was what she had intended to do. Instead Snape had moved in such a way that when the nozzle was pressed and the perfume did shoot out, it did so right into his left eye.

He blinked a moment before howling and gripping his eye, falling off the bed in the process and asking her what the hell he had ever done to deserve such a thing. How could one sweet little gesture turn into involuntary carnage?!

Hermione looked to him in shock and ran to the bathroom, wetting a small pink towel and rushing back to him and placing it over his eye.

\"Oh God, I am so sorry Severus.\"

Snape stopped wringling as the towel hit his eyes and he relaxed into her welcoming grip. Under the towel he smiled a bit, loving that someone actually cared.

He stroked her hand and after dabbing his eye a moment took it off his face and smirked playfully at Hermione, blinking a bit.

\"I\'m sorry.\" she said softly, scrunching up the towel in her hand furiously.

\"Trying to kill me woman?\" Snape growled with a grin, kissing her lips gently.

He pulled back as he suddenly noticed that Hermione looked near tears. Her chin was quivering and her lower lip trembled. He gave her an incredulous look.

\"I\'m fine Hermione.\" he said hugging her, \"Really I\'m fine. No damage done. All\'s well.\"

Hermione suddenly burst into tears and promptly sobbed into his chest, holding him to her and buring herself into his warm embrace.

\"I don\'t want you to go.\" she wailed muffled by his clothing, grasping onto him tightly as he felt his own walls collapse, and felt his heart melt along with hers.

\"I must Hermione.\" he said grimly, pulling back to look at her. Tears were streaming down her face in small little drops, she brushed them away angrily.

\"I know.\"

Hermione supposed that now that he\'d had his way with her, he\'d be sure to leave. Her mother\'s old saying popped into her brain suddenly and she felt an overwhelming despair knock her over like a tidal wave.
She placed a disparaging head against his cloaked chest and muttered something inaudible into it, holding him close to her. He rubbed her back gently, soothing her and looking down to the top of her dark head confused.

\"Sorry, I didn\'t catch that last bit.\"

Hermione pulled her head away from him, looking to him with large weepy and glassed over eyes.

\"I-I said I\'m the c-cc-cow!\"

Her head slammed back into Snape\'s chest as hewrinkled his nose in confusion. What the hell was she on about? A cow? Was this some Muggle thing? He pulled her back to face him, gently tracing a comforting fingertip along her jaw.

\"Please do explain Hermione.\"

\"My mother always used to say, \'Wwhy buy the cow when you can get the milk for ff-free?\' and now...I\'m the cow...you\'ve gotten yy-your free milk from me and n-now...you\'ring ing to leave me. Well fine. Go ahead. Leave me.\"

She sobbed openly then as Snape watched her in mute shock. He shook his dark head, eyes narrowed on her as she finally looked up to him.

\"Hermione. I merely meant that I had to return to Hogwarts as so not to arouse suspicion. I had every intention of returning to yonigonight if not earlier.\"

Hermione sniffled a bit, wiping away her tears. \"You...you were?\"

\"Yes.\" he suddenly blushed himself, \"That is of course, if you\'ll have me.\"

Hermione felt a smile break out on her face and she crushed him in a hug, sending him backwards on her rug as she covered him in kisses. His heart jumped as he realized just how much she cared for him. More kisses suddenly led to his mouth and he claimed hers in his own.

If this was what love was like, Severus Snape definitely wanted in.

* * *

\"There really must be a more effective means of travel.\" Snape mumbled to himself between coughing fits as he brushed his cloak off.

He stood in the Slytherin common room, sure that all the students that remained at the school over holidays were either studying somewhere or...snogging.

Not that he could really blame them.

Many kisses and promises before hand, Severus had pledged that he would return to Hermione before the stroke of seven.

She had smileilliilliantly at him kissing him one last time as he ent the the fireplace of her parent\'s house and promised to make him a splendid dinner as a thank you for the night before. He had blushed and nodded before calling out his destination, leaving her with a smirk and wink.

He hummed something tunelessly to himself as he prepared to walk to his office. Perhaps he should bring some wine to eat with dinner. He smiled at the thought of what this evening would entail. My he was lucky.
Suddenly Pansy rounded into the room, looking to Snape with bemused surprise. Snape turned at the footsteps and inwardly groaned as he beheld her. Little chit.

\"Why hello Professor. Didn\'t see you at breakfast this morning.\"

That’s because I was off shagging the most incredible woman until three this very morning and didn’t really care to see Albus or you first thing at breakfast.

Snape shrugged, giving a gruff ‘humph’ before preparing to make his way into his office. One more minute alone with her was going to drive him off the deep end. She’d always been so cruel to his Hermione. He wanted to kill Pansy Parkinson. He wondered then if they’d send him to Azkaban if they found out that no one really liked her anyway. He’d almost be doing Hogwarts a service. Pansy took a deep breath as she slithered over to him and grinned.

\"Have a nice night?\"

Snape whirled around and glared at her. \"That\'s really none of your business, is it?\"

“Perhaps not.”

Pansy gave a superior little shrug and stalked closer to him, reveling in her hand of power. Oh Severus, I am going to make you wish you\'d never encountered that little Mudblood...

\"I have some news that may be of interest Sir.\"

Gads just go away you little twit.

\"I\'m really not in the mood, Miss Parkinson.\" he said airily, his mind on Hermione. Sweet, lovely Hermione.

\"It\'s actually about Hermione Granger.\"

Snape tried to turn casually as to not arouse suspicion. What did this little sneak know about his lovely.

\"What about her?\"

Got you right where I want you, you overgrown bat.

\"Actually sir,\" Pansy said grimly, trying not to smirk \"It involves both Hermione and I.\"

Oh Gods...

Snape\'s stomach did a flip. Hermione involved with Parkinson? Something was deadly wrong. He swallowed harshly a moment as Pansy spoke again, feigning regret.


\"It\'s actually about a bet, sir.\"