Desperately

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xlillypotterx--- There will be plenty of Severus smexyness in this chapter don't worry, you'll just have to wait till the end of the chapter for it. Always save the best for last right.;)


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Chapter 9- I Want You To Want Me


Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ron watched as Neville and Ginny walked in hand-in-hand followed by Hermione and the demon bird on her shoulder. Mumbling a quick hello to them as they sat down and filled their plates Ron grumbled to himself as he moved his eggs around on the plate. It wasn't turning out to be a very good day and it was only eight o'clock in the morning.


After tumbling out of bed, Harry had snapped at him the minute he had opened his mouth to say good morning, which he hadn't done since before the death of old snake face. Then he had walked in, once again, on his sister and Neville getting in an early morning snog on one of the sofa's in the common room. Just because he was accepting of their relationship didn't mean he wanted to see his baby sister in the throws of young love. He had rushed out of the common room and into the corridors heading down to breakfast, when he was hit by one of Peeves jokes. As soon as he had walked passed two knights his school robes had turned the brightest shade of pink he had ever seen with little yellow and white flowers embroidered on the sleeves. Then to top of the ensemble a pink bonnet sat a top his head with little sunflowers spread over it. Peeves, along with many students who were hanging around the corridor, burst into fits of laughter. His face had burned red in embarrassment and after three failed attempts to change them back with his wand, he ran back to the common room to change. Taking an alternate route to try and make it for breakfast before classes started.


Now, here he sat, pushing around the remaining bit of food on his plate and hoping that nothing else went wrong today. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the familiar sqwuaks and hoots of the morning post. He looked up as two letters fell onto his plate. Picking up the first one he smiled a little when he recognized his mother's handwriting, the next letter however had his name on it with little pink hearts flying around on the envelope. He turned it over to break open the wax seal and was met with another heart, an arrow pierced through it, which was set deeply within the wax. Curious, he opened the letter, pulled out the parchment and read:


Ronald My Beloved,

I have always been seen as someone who was not lacking in courage to just walk up and introduce myself to the object of my desires. However, since my eyes have landed on you I find myself in that very boat. Never one to believe in love at first sight you have me questioning my thoughts on the matter. How you enter my mind when I least expect it is beyond my understanding. I feel a deep need to be with you at all hours and it unsettles me for no one has ever had this effect on me. I am no amateur when it comes to romantic entaglements but you make me seem as if I am a novice in the ways of it all. I wish to let you know who I am but like any person with deep, deep affection for another I find myself fearing that of rejection if I were to come clean and approach you so I will stay hidden for the time being.

The One Who's Heart You Hold.


Ron's eyes went wide with shock, he shook his head, blinked a couple times, then looked back at the envelope to make sure he wasn't imagining things. To Ronald Weasley was neatly written on the surface. A slow smile spread across his face and he re-read the letter, trying to imagine who could have sent it.


Meanwhile, further down the table a pretty blonde haired witch also received a letter. Her name printed in a more masculine writing on the outside and sealed with a kiss imprint in the wax. She broke the seal, pulled out the parchment and began to read:


My Dearest Lavender,

I write this letter to you because I cannot bear to remain silent for a moment longer. My attraction to you is so strong a valley of spiders would not be able to stop me from coming to you. I would give up all the Quidditch matches in the world if it would make you happy. I can bear it no longer! Your scent drives me mad, it is that of the freshest roses. Your lips, so soft and supple, invite me kiss them. Your long sun-kissed hair begs me to touch. How can I resist you? Even though I am an attractive man I am not sure if you would return my affections, so I have written to you in secret. I am not ashamed of seeming cowardly for a beauty such as yours would intimidate any man who should try and woo you. Sometime I will show you who I am but for now it is too soon and I wish to remain anonymous in my endeavor. Please do not shy away from my attempt to make my feelings for you known but if you wish me to stop then destroy this letter now, while I can see you. If you wish for me to continue all I ask is to see one of your smiles to help brighten my way in gaining a piece of your heart.

Your Secret Love.


Lavender's head shot up and her brown eyes looked around frantically for anyone who was watching her. Finding no males eyes straying towards her she looked back over the note and gave a soft sigh. She smiled and tucking the note away in her school sack, gave one of her most brilliant smiles to anyone who looked her way. Her thoughts were jumbled to who it could have been that sent the letter.


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Harry had trouble concentrating on everything this morning from all the tossing and turning he had done last night. The previous days encounter still haunted him.


*Flashback*


Before breakfast he had received a letter asking for him to meet in their usual spot during lunch, saying that she had something important to tell him. He had worried over it the whole morning and through classes. Did she want to break up with him? Did she find someone else? Was sneaking around beginning to take it's toll? Or did she want to make their relationship exclusive? He smiled at that thought, but somehow he knew she wasn't ready to bring them out into the open yet, no matter how much he begged her.


So at lunch time he found himself hurrying along the corridors and out into the quad. He passed along the stone walls covered in ivy at a quick clip, when he came to an old stone face that protruded slightly from the wall. Looking around quickly to make sure no one was around to see what he was about to do, he pushed in the right eye. The stone wall moved slightly, allowing him room to pass before it moved back into place. He walked down the small path that was overflowing in ivy and branches, passing through an old stone archway with carvings of ivy and flowers adorning it.


He walked through the archway and paused at the scene before him, caught breathless at the bewitching sight.


It was like a scene straight out of a muggle movie he had once seen. Flowers were growing in abundance everywhere he looked. Daffodils, Daisies, Roses, Tulips, Tiger lilies, Sunflowers, Lavender, Jasmine, Lilies, and countless others all in a beautiful variety of colors. A small pond was set of into the corner of the fair sized area. Stones of tan, gray, and brown were stationed around the pond, intermingled with bits of mud, creating a simple wall to help hold the water in. Lily pads and pink sakura petals, that had fallen from the tree just to the left of the pond, were scattered over the top of the water. While Cat-tails swayed to the small breeze that floated through the area. Small insects floated about doing their daily routine and a few blue jays flew overhead playing a game of chase. Their song was like a soft whisper as they danced in the air above his head. A path made of small rocks and outlined with rows of Lavender led the way towards the middle of the area where a rather big Willow tree stood, an old rope swing big enough for two was hanging from one of the large branches. That is when Harry's breath had been taken from him, for on the swing, humming gently to herself, was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.


She was sitting in the middle of the swing, her hands grasped the ropes on either side, while she pushed herself slightly with her black Mary Jane shoes. The white knee socks she wore stretched over her slighlty large calves, not quite making it to her knees. The Hogwart's issued black skirt she wore came to mid-thigh on her and everytime Harry saw her sit, just a bit of her thigh would be showing, he was tempted to go to her and run his hand over the smooth pale skin. Her hair, which she usually kept in a small ponytail at the back of her head, had been pulled free and her black hair blew around her face in time to the breeze. He was glad she had grown it out from the short cut she had worn in years before. Her eyes were closed but he could picture the deep sapphire color of her eyes so clearly in his head. They were mesmerizing and drew him in whenever her eyes strayed to his. Especially when they made love in the dark nights, her eyes would shine with desire and someitmes what he thought, hoped, was love. A faint blush graced her cheeks and her lips were turned up into a sad smile, as she hummed in time to her movements. Her body and face had filled out more so than any other girls in the school, while other boys had called her fat, he had thought she was beautiful with her curves. He smiled when she whispered his name. He walked up quietly behind her and gave her a slight push on her back, a small squeak came from her lips and she held on tighter to the ropes. When she swang back towards him he caught the ropes in his hands and slid his hands to rest over hers on the ropes. The action had him leaning over her slightly, his lips were right by her ear and she shivered as he whispered her name.


"Pansy." She turned her head and he had moved in to catch her lips in kiss. Her right hand let go of the rope and slid out from under his own, she slipped it behind his head to keep him from leaving, as if he could. He was lost in her lush lips and would have deepened the kiss had he not tasted one of her tears, which had trailed down her face and straight to their interlocked lips. Harry pulled back and was sad to see even more tears had started to escape her beautiful eyes.


"Pansy? What's wrong?" He released her other hand and she moved over on the swing. He sat down facing the opposite direction but turned his body so he could face her. Harry cupped her right cheek with his left hand and brushed her tears away with his thumb. Pansy took a shaky breath and sat up straighter, sapphire meeting emerald.


"Harry," she whispered, taking another shaky breath. "I think I might be...I mean I'm pretty sure...ahh, bugger, Harry I'm pregnant."


Of all the things he had thought it could be this had never ran through his head. Pregnant. A baby. Their baby. Suddenly the image of a little girl with Pansy's smile and his eyes popped into his head, causing him to smile inwardly. Then a small boy with the same unruly mop of hair he possessed but with bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin. He was happy and a little frightened at the same time. What if she didn't want to keep the baby? What if she wanted an abortion and then what if she got rid of him as well? A sob broke his thoughts and he brushed his thumb over her cheek once more.


"Harry I don't...I don't know what to do? What we should do? I mean aren't we too young to have kids? I've never even thought of having children and now I'm pregnant. Not only pregnant but pregnant with your baby. I just don't know...Harry, I'm scared."


"I'm scared too Pansy but I know that I love you and I know that whatever you decide, I'll support you. If you...if you want to get an abortion I'll be right there as your shoulder to lean on. If you want to keep the baby I'll be right there holding your hand through it all. Whatever you decide I just want to make sure that you know I love you and I'll stand by you no matter what."


Harry cupped her face between his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, as sobs racked her body. When he pulled away she had grabbed onto him and continued to cry, he had held her and rubbed his hands over her back trying to soothe her. When she had pulled away, she had smiled sadly and got up to leave telling him that she needed time to think.


*End Flashback*


If she needed time, he would give her time, he just couldn't lose her. History of Magic was going by impossibly slow and all he wanted to do was see Pansy, ask her if she had made her decision, even though it had only been a day. Ron was sitting beside him with a goofy grin on his face, which had been there when Harry had apologized for the way he acted this morning. He didn't know what it was but something was obviously going great for Ron. He hoped he could say the same about himself and Pansy as well. He smiled when he remembered first noticing her, he had been a little shocked to come back for his seventh year to see a beautiful girl sitting by herself on the Hogwart's Express only to find out later that it was Pansy Parkinson. Daughter of Death-Eaters, once a suppossed follower of Voldemort, and total Slytherin princess. Well he had found out that it had somewhat been a lie when he had insisted on staying with her in the train compartment. Although her parents had in fact turned out to be very loyal followers of the Dark Lord, Pansy had only acted as if she supported them. In fact she hadn't been well received in Slytherin House because of an obvious reluctance to talk badly about any witch or wizard not of pureblood lineage. The more they had talked they more he had begun to like her and soon they were friends. He had been surprised when she had said she wanted to hide the friendship but he had gone along with it to make her happy. Then one night she had told him she wanted to show him something and had brought him to her secret sanctuary, the garden. They had talked and sat on the swing for hours, it had been the place where he had first tasted her lips. The sweet taste of strawberries in the summer. That was the moment he had realized he was falling in love, or rather had fallen in love. He smiled and closing his eyes, pictured her sweet face smiling happily, later joined by that of a small bundle wrapped up in a blanket. This scene stayed with him for the remainder of class, giving him his own goofy grin.


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Draco was sitting in the quad during lunch, just lounging a bit on one of the stone benches, across the way with her back turned to him sat Luna. She was writing on a bit of parchment and looking from some book that was opened next to her. Although he was supposed to be watching the frizzy-haired Gryffindor he found himself watching the eccentric Ravenclaw, wondering about her. Mainly about the coward of a boyfriend she had, his hands clenched and unclenched, he was desperate to catch him in the act of violence so then maybe he could stop her from getting hurt. Draco wondered about that as well, why all of a sudden was he feeling such protective urges for a wisp of a girl he hardly knew.


Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and quickly stole his glance from her, he pulled his wand from his pocket and started to twirl it in his hands. A couple of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were strolling by heading for one of the other stone benches placed in the quad. He watched them as they walked in front of Luna and he saw her stiffen slightly, her notes scattering the ground. They group started to laugh but one laugh in particular stood out from the others. It had started to be a deep laugh but had quickly turned into something more sinister in his ears, it almost sounded like his father's on the night's that he had...Draco turned and looked at the offender. He was a bit shorter than his own six feet in height, with clean-cut brown hair, and was rather large, almost like Goyle was. What surprised him though was the fact the boy was a Gryffindor. Looking back towards Luna he saw her crouched on the ground picking up her notes and glancing occasionally at the group. The girl had just unknowingly confirmed that it was someone in the little group and he knew it had to be the giant laughing ass in the Gryffindor robes. A wolfish smile graced Draco's lips and he took his wand pointing it at the large boy, if he wanted to be an ass then Draco would help him in the right direction. A simple swish and the whispered words were all he needed then...


More laughing drew his attetnion to the corridor that led out into the quad and he saw some sixth year Slytherins heading his way. A couple of the guys slapped him on the back when they arrived and he had to stifle a groan. Everyone started talking about different classes and who they hated in them or who bugged them, Draco nodded and put in his input when needed, not really paying much attention. Suddenly one of the girls shrieked and jumped onto the stone bench clutching at his shoulders.


"That snake just tried to crawl up my leg!"


Draco looked down, the black snake that was his father looking up at him, flicking out his tongue in obvious amusement at the girl's reaction. The girl was still clutching at Draco and whimpering with every movement form his father.


"Shut-up, I'll take care of it." Draco bent down and Lucius slithered up his arm and wound around him tightly, his red eyes glinting at Draco. Sparing a quick glance at Luna, Draco headed off towards his room, his father wrapped securely around him. He headed immediately towards the dungeons where his Head Boy suite was located. On his way he passed the Weasley girl and the Mudblood, laughing over some nonsense no doubt, but he had no time to find out what it was so he marched on.


He soon reached a large portrait that seemed to be empty, it's canvas cast in the deepest of black. Waiting for a moment Draco knew not to anger his portrait's inhabitant, suddenly two blood red eyes appeared and glowed before him. They scanned over Draco's form and paused slightly at Lucius' snake form before a slow smile consisting of what were probably very sharp, pure white teeth appeared in the painting.


"PASSWORD?" Was growled out in a deep, rough voice.


"Never-More."


The red eyes narrowed and the smile in the painting grew bigger, slowly the portrait swung open slowly. "DRACO." Was growled out.


"Nithhogr." Draco nodded his head to the invisible creature in the painting before walking into the common room. His common room was basically the same layout as in the Slytherin common room. A black marble fireplace was off to the right of the room with a dark forest green couch set in front of it and two black leather arm chairs on either side of the couch. Towards the left side of the room were two dark oak book cases filled with school books, little artifacts, and some pictures of himself. An oak desk was sitting in-between the book cases with most of Draco's assignments on it, waiting to be finished. Draco walked over to one of the arm chairs and placed the snake on the cushion, he then turned and took the other chair, across from his father.


Lucius smirked at his son and using his wand conjured up a glass and a bottle of brandy. The brandy poured itself into the glass, Lucius slowly grabbed the glass and took a few sips before addressing his son, who was looking at him in obvious contempt.


"Draco, how's your back?" Lucius asked with a grin.


Draco stiffened. "Bearable."


Lucius laughed and took another sip of his brandy, swirling the amber liquid around a bit in the glass.


"It is time for you to set up a meeting Draco. Tomorrow, eight o'clock, at the Shrieking Shack."


Draco nodded in understanding and made the mistake of looking directly into his father's eyes, allowing the older man to invade his mind through Legilimency. Draco quickly projected some false memories of him bullying some younger students and him messing with Potter, but then before he could catch it a flash of Luna and her smiling eyes flashed in his mind.


A weakness. Lucius smirked to himself as the vision of the young blonde haired witch entered his mind, after he had done away with Narcissa, Draco hadn't had anything to fear in losing if he disobeyed. It was a mistake to kill off his wife, he knew, but it could not be helped. When she had told him she was taking Draco and leaving, that she had had enough of him and the Dark Lord he hadn't been able to contain himself. He had just kind of snapped and before he was fully aware of it her blood was marring his floor. Well at least he hadn't had to clean up the awful mess. He looked at Draco and eyed him, trying to get another chance to see into the boys mind, see how much he might like this girl. No matter, however, he would use whatever he could get in ensuring his plans didn't fail. So he took a drink from his brandy, then made for the door with Draco following grudgingly behind him, as he reminded him of the time and place to set up the meeting. Before he changed however he turned to his son once again.


"Except for the eyes that young blonde haired beauty in the courtyard looked a bit like your mother. Don't you think? What a shame it would be if something were to happen to that pretty, pretty face of hers."


With those last words and a smile, Lucius changed into snake form and slithered out of the portrait after Draco opened the door. A deep look of hate evident in the younger Malfoy's features.


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Finally the day was over and Hermione could relax for once. Everything had gone according to plan, she had written the love notes hoping to keep Lavender's mind occupied enough with trying to figure out who sent it in hopes that she would forget about her plans for Severus. She hoped that the recipients of both letters would be kept occupied with thoughts of the other. Everything seemed to be going well in the secret admirer department for when she was in Charms she had actually heard Lavender refer to her unknown suitor as 'an awesome hunk of muscular man-meat' which had had Hermione almost bursting at the seems with laughter. If this didn't work though she would have to find another way to keep Miss Brown's hands to herself and away from Hermione's Slytherin. Speaking of the sexy Slytherin she clutched the note in her hand and tried not to smile. After she had gone to her room Mystic had taken off back down to Severus, as she had done the previous night, only she had returned a couple moments later with a note to meet him down there. Mystic was on her shoulder and looking around for any potential kidnappers and Hermione had to laugh at the bird's determination. It seems that not only was she there to prevent Hermione's sudden disappearance, but also to fend off any unwanted suitors, basically any male that got within touching distance. After Ancients Ruins on her way out of the classroom Anthony Goldstein had bumped into her Mystic, thinking it was a threat against her master's mistress, had gone on the defensive. It was kind of funny watching boys cower when Mystic went into a little fit.


Hermione's smile vanished and she turned it into a scowl as she walked down the stairway leading into the dungeons, no one would understand why she was smiling when going to see the foul Potions Master of Hogwarts. She hated having to hide her smile when she would see him in the halls or when he would 'accidentally' brush up against her when he would make his rounds in the classroom. She smiled again at the thought, but was brought out of her musings when Mystic flew off her shoulder and landed on that of her master.


Severus smirked at Hermione while he held his classroom door open. "Miss Granger."


"Professor Snape."


Severus closed his classroom door and warded it, then swept around and swiftly took Hermione in his arms, kissing her with unrestrained passion. Wednesday had been too long ago for him, this witch was like a bad drug that he needed daily to survive and tonight he was going to overdose. She moaned and threaded her hands through his thick black hair bringing him closer to deepen the kiss. A moan escaped his own throat as their tongues mingled and fought a battle for dominance that she had no chance in winning. He pushed her back up against a desk and lifted her up, situating himself between her spread legs. They moaned, touched, and kissed for what seemed to be hours but was only a scant amount of minutes when Severus pulled back and pushed her from him with some reluctance.


"What's wrong?" Hermione voiced when she was able to get her breath back.


"This is."


"What?!" She looked at him incredulously.


"Not us you foolish witch. I had planned on taking you to bed but here I am ready to make the tables creak."


Hermione gave a sigh of relief and smiled. "Is that why the other day you wouldn't...you know...because you wanted our first time to be in a bed?"


Severus paused for a moment contemplating lying, but thought better of it considering who he was dealing with. "No, I would have taken you then but I was out of Contraceptive Potions. I am pretty sure neither of us would have been ready for the consequences had we both given in totally to our urges."


Hermione crinkled her nose and gave a slight huff.


"Your right I'm glad one of us was able to think clearly in the fog of desire."


"Indeed. Come."


"I intend to."


Severus grew even harder at the thick and lust roughened tone of her voice, he grabbed her hand and led her to the fireplace.


He handed her some floo powder. "Say Severus Snape's Quarters." Hermione smiled, threw the powder down, and clearly shouted her destination.


Hermione stepped out of the fireplace and wasn't surprised to see his sparce living quarters. Two black winged back chairs were set in front of the fireplace with a small end table in between the two. A dark brown rug was behind the chairs and in front of an old cherry-wood desk, there was a small bookcase located near the back of the desk and pushed up far against the wall. All the walls were a grey in color with an oak trim that went around the whole room. Hermione was a little depressed to not find a mounds of books stacked high as she had assumed his rooms would have. She had figured since he was so knowledgeable that his rooms must have been filled to the brim with books of all kinds. A swoosh behind her alerted her to his presence, she turned to him quickly, then faced the dreary room again. She felt arms circle her waist and she was sooned pulled snugly up against his hard chest.


Severus laughed to himself at the small look of disappointment on her face.


"You were expecting something else?"


She sighed and leaned against him. "Well I'm not surprised that you only have the necessities when it comes to furniture but I am shocked at the lack of books you have. I had thought at one time your rooms would be overflowing with literature."


He smiled and pressed a small kiss right below her ear. "Hmn." Stepping from behind her he pulled her along to one of the two doors in the living room, which obviously Hermione thought led to his bedroom. Severus opened the door and ushered her inside, then snapping his fingers every light in the room came to life, as well as almost making Hermione's eyes pop out of her head. From floor to ceiling, lining every possible space of wall were bookcases filled to their capacity, smaller bookcases with glass doors were centered in the middle of the room holding some of the more valuable copies. Hermione turned to Severus with a brilliant smile lighting her face and threw herself in his arms.


"Not disappointed anymore?"


"The only way I'd be disappointed was if you told me I couldn't read them but you won't deny me that...pleasure...will you, Sev-er-us." She purred in his ear as her hand ran over the front of his pants. He shivered and moaned low in his throat.


"Of course not Hermione." He smiled back at her as she smiled up at him, then her smile turned into one of the sneakiest smiles he had ever seen and he was Head of Slytherin. She took his hand and led him out of the room, to the other door, and straight into his bedroom. The only things occupying his room were a wardrobe, dresser, and a four poster bed. Hermione let go of his hand and pulled out her wand, quickly conjuring up a small wooden table, two chairs, and a sand-filled timer.


"How would you like to play a game Professor?" She smirked at him and twirled her wand between her forefinger and thumb playfully.


Severus quirked an eyebrow at her. "A game Miss Granger? Aren't you a little old for such childish things?"


"Oh but this isn't any ordinary game Professor Snape. In this game both parties win." She winked and then sat down in one of the two chairs.


"Then by all means let's play shall we." Severus seated himself in the opposite chair, crossing one leg over the other, then leaned back against the chair. One arm draped over the table the other sat across the back of his chair. Hermione smiled at how relaxed he looked before taking her wand and conjured up a rather large pair of dice, only instead of being numbered one through six they had words written on them. Severus reached out to inspect the dice but Hermione grabbed them first.


"Nu-uhh Professor. I have to explain the rules first. It's simple really, I roll the dice and you have to do whatever they say until the time runs out.Then I do the same, clear?"


Severus smiled. "Crystal."


"Good, ladies first don't you agree."


She took the dice and threw them onto the table, they rolled out in front of Severus and they rolled to a stop at 'Kiss My...Chest.' He smirked and stood, turning the small timer over as he went, then fell to his knees in front of her. Hermione turned to him with a smile and gasped when he ripped open her shirt and threw it to the side, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking on it through the lace of her bra. She moaned and arched her back, his right hand went around her back and quickly unsnapped her bra, he broke away from her long enough to toss it aside as well, before he ran his tongue around her areola and bit slightly at the hardening nipple, while one of his hands cupped her other breast. Hermione was breathing rapidly and moaning as he soon lavished the same attention to her other breast. With a final tweak to her nipples he stopped and Hermione growled out in disappointment.


Severus stood and moved back to his seat. "Time's up." He took the dice and rolled them across the table to a still slightly mad Hermione. 'Caress My...Surprise!' was the end result and Hermione smiled, payback time. She moved from her seat and rounded on Severus, taking up the same position he had just been in, she turned over the timer and started to run her hands up his thighs. Quickly she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, pulling his trousers down to his knees she looked at his cloth covered erection and moaned. Her hand skimmed over the soft fabric of his black boxers, eliciting a gasp from the man above her. Her small hand moved over and over his erection, while her other hand ran over his thigh, tracing small patterns as she went. After a while she took her hand away and leaned down, pressing her cheek firmly on him and he let out a groan. She moved her cheek over his arousal and she moaned when his hands grabbed the back of her head to keep her from moving to far away, she looked up and smirked when she noticed how dark and passion-filled his eyes had gotten. Taking it a bit further she pulled his boxers off slightly so his erection sprang forward, almost poking her in the eye. Hermione's eyes widened for the second time that night, she had been too crazed to appreciate his size before, but now that her mind was clear to focus on his impressive length. The head had turned an ugly red and his whole member throbbed under her hand as she stroked him. His head was thrown back, jaw clenched, and he was breathing heavily, his hands were still entangled in her hair, gripping her almost painfully and she loved it. She kissed the tip of his sex and heard him suck in a breath, she smiled and began laying tiny kisses over him. Hermione looked over towards the table as she ran her cheek along his length and layed another kiss on one of the large veins of his member, the timer had run out long ago. Laying one last kiss to the tip, she pulled away and stood in front of him, her breast at his eye level.


"Times up, professor."


Severus growled and looked up at her smirking face, she turned and started back to her seat. Before she could make it one step however his strong arms had wrapped around her midsection and he pulled her onto his lap. She cried out when she felt his hardened sex push against the crease of her ass.


"Woman our time is just beginning!" He growled into her ear, his hand shot out. "Accio Potion." A vial filled with a dark blue liqud flew into his hand he uncorked it, then drank it's contents quickly. He tossed the vial onto the table and scooped up Hermione in his arms, heading towards the bed. He groaned in frustration when he almost caught tripped up in his pants, when he made it to the bed he place Hermione on the cover and clicked his fingers, vanishing his clothes.


Hermione looked upon a gloriously nude Severus Snape and her mouth went dry. Severus was...he was...perfect. He was a lean man but had definite muscle definition on his arms and legs. His broad shoulders flowed down into narrow hips and a dark patch of hair that nestled the prize, which was bobbing slightly with his movements as he moved over her. She leaned back as he loomed over her and she licked her lips, reaching up, she grabbed his head and brought him into a searing kiss. His hands moved over her body and deftly removed the rest of her clothing without breaking their kiss. His hands brushed over her breast, gripped her ass, and stroked her sex. Hermione was drowning in sensory overload as his hands worked over her body. Just exactly how many hands did this man have! However many there were they were all extremely skilled, she couldn't take it anymore. She rolled them over so she was now on top of him and she started to torture him as he had her. She broke away from his mouth and started kissing his chest while her hands worked over his erection.


They rolled around on his bed tangling themselves in his covers and sheets, fighting for control, when they rolled into the middle of the bed Severus was on top and he had no intention of letting her roll them back over. He looked into her face, flushed from their antics and her hair was knotted and spread out over the pillow she had landed on. He leaned back and spread her legs wider for his imminent conquering of her body. She leaned up on her elbows and looked down, watching as he slowly pushed himself into her, she fell back on a moan when he was fully sheathed inside her hot cavern. Severus stilled and clenched his jaw at the pleasure he felt at finally being held with her.


"So tight." He growled out as he started to work himself in and out at a steady pace causing her to moan and pant.


"Please...." She managed to get out and Severus worked himself inside her a little faster, her breathing matching his thrusts. Without stopping, he leaned forward and manuevered her left leg so it rested over his forearm, pushing inside her deeper and deeper with every thrust, hitting her in just the right spot. Their sweaty bodies moved together so only the sounds of their ragged breathing and flesh-hitting-flesh sounded throughout the room. Hermione's inner walls started to quiver and clamp around Severus's cock, signaling her near climax. So Severus rocked into her harder and faster until suddenly they were both screaming the others name as simultaneous climaxes were hit, causing something a kin to an out of body experience for the lovers. Severus was still held within her hot channel as he rolled them onto their sides so he wasn't crushing her with his weight. When he opened his eyes her dark chocolate eyes met his own black pools and they smiled at each other before locking lips in a tender kiss.

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A/N: Song is "I Want You To Want Me" by Cheap Trick. The phrase "an awesome hunk of muscular man-meat" was taken from the book "You Suck" by Christopher Moore. Thanks go out to everyone who has reviewed and stuck with this story so Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.