I Will Always Love You

4.Baby, I'm Burnin'

'I see that you need me
I need you to please me
You touch me and set me on fire '


Dolly Parton

Hermione walked to her rooms carrying her stupid shoes in one hand and holding onto Severus's hand with the other. The champagne had gone to her head, and emboldened by the alcohol coursing through her veins she had persuaded Severus to dance with the promise of a nightcap in her rooms afterwards. The result was sore feet – why had she forgotten a cushioning charm? - and the reality of bringing Severus back with her. Suddenly her resolve to 'shag Severus senseless if it's the last thing I do' was fluttering around her stomach, making her nervous and excited all at the same time.

Severus glanced sideways at Hermione as they walked. She kept her gaze forward and worried her bottom lip with her teeth occasionally. With a sinking feeling, Severus realised that she was regreting her promise of a nightcap and trying to figure a way of getting rid of him gently. Fair enough. Champagne can addle the brain and make one act foolishly, he reasoned. But then, she had joined in enthusiastically when he kissed her, spontaneously joyful at her proclaimation that he was hers. And her eyes had sparkled at him as they danced, and her laughter had tingled his insides like little bubbles until he felt almost nauseaous with nervous anticipation. He couldn't even recall the last time he had been inside a real woman. The whores in London didn't count, being used and abused on a regular basis. A pussy of his own was in the realm of fantasy for Severus Snape.

With a start he realised they were at her door, and Severus stepped back like a gentleman should, bowing slightly to take his leave.

'Oh no you fucking don't,' said Hermione vehemently, pushing open her door with a firm shove of her arse as she lent forward and grabbed Severus by both hands. Urgently, she dragged him into the room, registering the shock on his face momentarily while she applied her wards, silencing charms and an anti-escape jinx of her own invention.

Severus only had time to pause for breath before Hermione thrw herself at him, planting her full lips firmly onto his as her fingers fumbled at his buttons. She was writhing like a slippery caterpillar against his body, gasping and pushing her hips against him like a frotting teenager. Fighting the urge to laugh at her eagerness and his bloody good luck, Severus grasped Hermione's shoulders and pushed her away gently, panting as he stared hard at her heaving chest and red, swollen lips.

'Bedroom,' he said, his voice croaking a little with pent-up lust and lack of saliva. The witch was sucking him dry and they had only just got started.

'Good idea,' Hermione whispered, then turned, dragging him behind her and slamming the bedroom door open with her wand.

Time stood still for a brief moment as she turned, her hair billowing around her neck as it tumbled from her head. She lifted her hands to her shoulders and let the straps of her dress fall. With a little shimmy of her hips, the fabric pooled at her feet, and Severus gasped as he realised she had been naked underneath the silk all night.

'Naked,' he breathed,unable to think clearly. 'Naked Hermione.'

Hermione giggled as he spoke his thoughts out loud. 'Come here,' she teased, pinching her already tight nipples between her fingers.

Severus didn't need to be told twice.