Daydream of Her

Disclaimer: I still don't own much of anything, and I'm still sure Ms. Rowling wouldn't approve.

Author's Note: Again, not beta-read. Still don't really like betas. One more chapter to go. Thank you for the reviews!

Summary: Well, this is the good part.

Riding to Hell

What would she want with an old man like me? I couldn't believe my luck—Hermione Granger was in my arms, kissing me. The silvery light cast by the Lumos spell did her no justice. I pulled her close to me; I melded her body to mine. When she pulled away for breath, I let her go reluctantly. Hermione stepped back from me. Her face was full of nervousness, and when I reached to hold her again she stayed out of my reach.

Hermione backed away from me, biting her lip. She dropped the pale pink robe she had been wearing over her long white nightgown. I licked my lips. She was staring at me, her robe in a pile around her feet. She scooted it away from herself with a delicate slippered foot.

"Professor—" she began.

"Please, Hermione. Not tonight, call me Severus," My voice trembled as I gazed at her.

Hermione smiled. "Severus—please, show me what it is like to be a woman." I suppressed a groan of desire and walked to her. With my left hand I brushed a stray curl out of her face; my right tilted her chin up so that I could brush a kiss across her sweet lips.

My hands tangled in her hair, and I pressed her tighter to me.

"Severus." She moaned my name.

"Shh—" I admonished her, pulling her head back by her hair. I traced light kisses along her neck. I unlaced the collar of her gown exposing her breasts and I traced kisses there, stooping to do so. Her hands played with my hair as she held my head close. I let go of her hair and cupped her ass in my hands. I lifted her against me. She gasped, as she was suddenly my height; and pressed against my erection. "Is this what you want, Hermione?"

"Severus," she whispered, "yes, Severus." She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her slight form to my bedroom, where I placed her on my bed. She scooted away from me until she was against my pillows. I smiled at her and lit a small oil lamp on the nightstand. It spread a warm glow across her features and lit up the green and silver hangings on my four-poster. She looked creamy and warm against the coolness of my House colors.

I longed to bury myself in her warmth. I dropped my own robe, revealing my nudity. She blushed a bright red at my nakedness. I strode to the bed and pulled her gown over her head, revealing every inch of her creamy skin. She wrapped her arms around my neck, planting soft kisses on my jaw.

"Hermione, are you scared?" I asked this little-know-it-all in my arms.

"Of course I am, Severus. Of course I am." Her voice was small.

"You should be." She pulled back and stared at me, I covered her mouth with mine. I forced her lips apart and she touched tongues with me. Her right hand lowered itself to grasp me boldly between our bodies. I bit her lip as she stroked me with light feathery strokes. I reached down to remove her hand. I placed it above her head; I pulled the other from around my neck to join the first. I pinned her beneath me.

I held Hermione below me while I lowered a hand to play with her pearl of womanhood. She gasped and arched against my hand, spreading her legs for me. I dipped my head to kiss her neck, her breasts. I took one of her pale coral nipples into my mouth and sucked on it deeply. She began to grow even warmer and moister below me; she moaned my name. Hermione struggled against my hands holding hers. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

I dipped a finger into her tight warmth. With a surprising strength she pulled me to her so that our skin stuck to one another, her mouth devoured mine. When I pulled from her to look upon her face her eyes were watching me, half-lidded and lazy with desire.

"Please, Severus. Severus I need you." Her voice was warm honey.

"I groaned into her shoulder. With one hand I guided myself to her warm, wet entrance. She visibly braced herself. It dawned on me then that she was a virgin. With a swift movement I plunged into her. She whimpered in a shrill voice, all desire in her eyes replaced with pain.

I stilled. I held my place and waited for her pain to go. I kissed her passionately waiting for her to become accustomed to being invaded. Hermione looked at me with questioning eyes. I began thrusting into her.

Her tightness was maddening. I could barely keep myself from coming. Within moments Hermione was matching my thrusts—she was always a quick study. I pulled away from her and rolled over, pulling her onto me. I guided myself to her, she watched me. She enveloped all of me. Hermione began a slow and steady pace that threatened to destroy me. I pressed my fingers against the pearl I had been playing with previously and she shuddered above me, contracting. She moaned and her head dipped back, her hair brushed the tops of my thighs.

I was coming and she cried out as she came as well. With a throaty moan she collapsed onto me. I held her close, brushing her sweaty hair from her face. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.

If I were to go to hell, I could think of no better reason than for riding there between her thighs. I gathered her close to me and fell asleep with her in a sweaty tangle of limbs.