All I Want For Christmas

Disclaimer:: I don't own any of this, JKR has all claims to Harry Potter and it's characters, and I am unfortunately not getting paid; not that I write well enough to receive money for this story or any others I happen to write.
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Hermione walked absently down the stairs and to the entrance hall where she met up with Harry. "Hermione?" Harry said, bringing her back to present, "are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking," she said giving him a bright smile.
"Okay," Harry said, eyeing her. "Shall we, then?" He asks gesturing to the door leading to the dungeons. Hermione nods and walks the halls to Snape's dungeon with Harry at her side "Hey," Harry says looking ahead, "Hermione, isn't that Filch?"
"Uh, yeah. I wonder what he wants."
"Knowing Snape," Harry began with a shrug, "he's here to take one of us off to detention. Snape doesn't like more than one person in his detention at a time." Hermione raised a brow and sighed. Harry turned, looking into Hermione's eyes," well, good luck. We're both going to need it, no matter who gets what greasy-git," Harry finished smiling. Hermione returned the smile and they walked to Filch in silence.
Filch glared at them, running his tongue across his chapped lips, "Alright, come along then, Potter, I was told to take you off to Professor McGonagall." Seeing Harry's eyes brighten, "I don't expect it'll be much fun, Professor Snape has plenty of things waiting for you. Gotta make sure you keep busy, don' he?"
Hermione waved at Harry and watched as he disappeared around the corner. She turned to knock on the door, and letting out a stifled squeak, fell against the wall as the door flew open revealing Snape in all his "angry glory."
"You are late, Miss Granger. This will nt ease my punishment on you."
"Knock off the act, there's no one around." She mutered walking into the classroom and sitting her books on his desk.
"Now, now, Miss Granger. Do you dare talk to me like that? I am your teacher after all."
"Not right now, you're not." Nor were you when you fucked me during Christmas break." She moved around the desk and sat on it.
"Language. I never would have fucked you had I known you to be so vulgar, " he growled folowing her around the desk and slipping into his chair.
"It seems so long ago, doesn't it." She slid into his lap from the desk. He let out a soft hiss. "That day. It really seemed like everyone was out of it, remember?"
"Mm hmm. It was like Lockhart was back with his Valentine's Day." He looked at Hermione to find her with her eyes closed and rubbing small circles on his leg. "Please tell me you're at least thinking of me and not Lockhart."
Her eyes drifted open. "Worry not, Severus. My thoughts are consumed by those of you." She gave a sweet smile as her eyes fluttered closed once more.
"Tell me what you're thinking."
"Lock the door and I'll show you," she smirked.
Snape felt his breath catch in his chest as he stood, Hermione in his arms. He crossed the classroom to the door, "tap it three times."
"I don't have my wand."
"You don't need it. I made it so my rooms "recognize" you. Just tap it."
She touched her index finger to it three times and hear the bolts slide home. "To come in just knock once and tap twice."
"That's it?"
"Yes, now where are we going?"
She raised herself in his arms to his lips, gracing them with her own. "Your bed." Taking long, paced strides, Severus headed to his room. His bed chamber was large with accomodations for two. "You've been busy." Hermione said, taking in everything to the very last detail. His bed was large and roud, a barrier of pillows, magically stabilized along the edge. The fabrics were black, hinting on dark green. Hermione wrapped her hands into Snape's sleek hair, staring into his focused eyes. He lowered her on to the bed and removed his boots and clock, only to climb on the bed astride her.
"You are so beautiful."
"Stop it."
"No, I'm serious."
"Me too. Stop."
"Fine," he said rolling away from her, laying on his back.
"No, not that." She laughed, straddling him. She began unbuttoning his blouse. The shirt slowly opened revealing Snape's smooth, milky skin.
"You are, though." He said softly, watching as her chocolate eyes roamed over his pale torso. "You're so beautiful." He pulled her down on top of him, his pale lips playing against hers. She managed to get his shirt off him completely and began on his pants. He began on her shirt. "Shit!" Snape cursed. Sowone was at the door. "Give me a minute," he shouted and pulled on his bathrobe over him and his undone pants. Hermione finished taking off her own clothes and went into the bathroom to freshen up as Snape answered the door. "What do you want, Albus?"
"Hello, Severus." He tried to push past Snape, "mind if I come in?"
"Actually," Snape said stepping in front of the old man, "yes, I do. I'm kind of busy."
"Oh? Well, maybe I could persuade you to talk with me, as it seems of importance."
Snape sighed heavily and looked down at his robe. "Yes, I suppose so." He let the headmaster in and motioned for him to sit, "stay here. I'll be right back." As Dumbledore took his seat, Severus slunk into his room, shutting the door, and flopping on his bed. He looked around the room, "Hermione?"
"In here." She walked out, a seductive smirk in place. She crossed the room and straddled Snape, "Hello, my sexy prof....What's wrong?"
"It's Albus, he says its important." Hermione looked extremely put out. Snape saw this and ran his hands over her hips, "I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?" Hermione nodded and kissed him before hopping off him to collect her clothes. "I suppose I should get dressed too," he muttered looking around. "Are you going to be all right going back to your room?" Hermione nodded and slipped her shirt back on, buttoning only the first two buttons. She blew a kiss in Snape's direction and floo-ed herself back to her 'Head Girl' room. Severus sighed and pulled a black turtleneck on. He walked back into the main room fully dressed in said turtleneck, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of boots. Acting as if he were alone in the room, he poured himself a glass of alcohol and sat down next to the fire. He finally looked at Dumbledore, "This had better been good, Albus."