All of a sudden

“Hermione! Miss Granger!” Snape was squatting before her gripping her chin tightly. Her eyelids did not even twitch while her breathing seemed to come even more shallowly than before. His eyes hardened. Sharply he slapped her face in an effort to get Hermione to respond. She did not even wince, despite the fact that a livid mark was rapidly coloring her cheek. Running a hand through his hair, Snape debated on what to do. Irritably he scowled at her still form, noting how tiny and defenseless she looked. He couldn’t very well let Hermione to be on the couch. Not at this state.

Sighing, he lifted her up in his arms and proceeded to his room hoping she’d recover very soon.
Hermione sat up in her bed clutching her neck. She was sweating and her heart was beating fast. She was scared… ‘A nightmare’ she thought. But she couldn’t remember what it was about. But it had clearly affected her.
She looked around in the dark , her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. She then realized she was in a large room and on a large bed…

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‘Where am I? How did I get here?’ She thought frantically when she felt the sheets shifting.

“Recovered finally eh Miss Granger?” a cold voice drawled.

Hermione froze. Not in shock. But in relief that it was Snape she was with... and she gasped again in embarrassment when the memories of a few hours back came flowing into her mind.

Realizing she was naked, she clutched the sheets tightly around herself and squinted at the Potions master lying next to her in an attempt to adjust her eyes to see him in the dark. It was pitch black. Is that how he slept usually? It just had to be unhealthy… she vaguely thought when she heard him chuckle.

“Why are u laughing?” She asked, fidgeting with the sheets. The thought of being nude making her very self conscious.

“You cannot stop thinking even for a bit. Can you?” He purred.

“what?” she asked confused.

“It got to be unhealthy to sleep in this darkness Miss Granger?” He said, vocalizing her thoughts while reaching out with his fingers to play with her hair and then teasingly slide them down along her shoulders and neck. “So much for a know-it-all…” he mocked.

Hermione started to protest but his fingers felt so good on her... and her stomach started to flutter and she didn’t notice him slowly tugging the sheets off of her – exposing her naked body to the cool air. The cool air however, had no effect on her - as her body was on fire. A fire ignited by the potions master with his calculative and seductive touch.

Helplessly she let out a wanton moan as his fingers reached down in between her breasts and he cupped a breast in his large hand and gently squeezed it. She arched into his hand and made an attempt to grab his hand – but he had taken his hand away

“Please…” She moaned and turned towards him and tried to pull him closer. She felt hungry… for his touch… for his kiss. It was as if she was possessed and only he could relieve her from her distress. She just wanted him to devour her, and shamelessly begged him to.

Snape hesitated and got out of the bed and lit the room with his wand.

“Professor!” Hermione gasped and tried to get out of the bed to reach him but stopped when Snape told her to stay. She looked at him lustfully – willing him to come to her.

Snape stood there for several long minutes, staring at Hermione intensely, while Hermione breathed his name out in a desperate plea to make him join her in bed. He then walked over to a chair and sat down and poured himself a shot of firewhisky.

“professor!” Hermione almost screamed out in frustration.

“Becoming a wanton I see Miss Granger” he said, but did not stop staring at her as if waiting for something from her.

“You know what Professor?” Hermione said finally, frustration showing in her voice. “Fuck you, Im going to sleep” and she fell back on the bed and snuggled into the sheets.

“Yes you will Fuck me Hermione…” Snape thought, looking at Hermione in deep thought and curiosity. “You will come to me now and show me how much you need me”

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A few minutes later, Hermione but shifted herself to face the Potions master. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. A feral lust burnt through her veins. All thoughts of sleep forgotten. Not caring for anything, she got off of the bed and slowly moved towards him.

Snape looked at her, as if questioning her. But did nothing to halt her movements.
After standing in front of him for nearly a minute, Hermione straddled him on the chair and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Professor, please fuck me…” she breathed. “ I need you so much… I can’t help it” she reached forward and licked and nibbled his ear.

Snape smirked.

“Let’s move to the bed. Shall we?” He breathed and with a swift motion, he lifted her up and walked towards the bed. ‘This is getting very interesting’ he thought as he lay Hermione down on the bed and watched her responses to him.

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A/N: sorry for the lack of updates for all these days. hope you enjoyed reading it. please review. :-)