Don't let me in front of my computer when I'm bored. Here's what happens during these moments...

Heat

During her 7th year, Hermione discovers a place that has been unknown to her until now: the professors' bathroom. You sure can imagine her embarrassment when she witnesses the famous Professor Severus Snape taking a bath... But she is not simply embarrassed: she is also aroused by this vision.

When Hermione left the Great Hall, the magical ceiling was reflecting the outside weather in a brilliant way like always: the heavy clouds, certainly full of drops of rain, were floating above the students, menacing them with a few flashes of lightning from time to time. With a sigh, the young woman, who had just turned nineteenth three months prior, hurried to the library. She needed to borrow a book, and she was sure that Madam Pince wouldn't expect a student's visit that late in the night; even Hermione herself was not used to go to the library two days before the end of the first semester.

"Aren't you supposed to go back to your parent's house, Miss Granger?," the librarian asked with an eyebrow raised from surprise.

"Sure, I am, Madam Pince. I just need to borrow a Potions book. Professor Snape made himself clea-"

"Oh, I totally understand; Professor Snape always sends me a lot of students just before Christmas holidays. I really don't know what his plan is, to be honest; I just have the impression that he is trying to overwhelm all of you with too many work."

Hermione gave her a shy smile, not knowing exactly what to answer to this rant. Madam Pince wasn't known for her volubility, and it was kind of weird to hear her babble like this.

"Well, I guess that you are right," Hermione just answered, giving her a piece of parchment at the same time. "Here is the name of the book. I know that I can't take this book myself at this time of the evening, so..."

"Just wait for me here, Miss Granger."

Quickly, the librarian disappeared from Hermione's sight, and the Gryffondor's student looked around while waiting for her to come back. She was supposed to take the Hogwarts Express late in the night, and she wondered if she could practice potions at her parent's house. Surely, it would have been a better idea to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and to study here; but her mother had insisted to see her for this Christmas. She couldn't blame her, though: it had been quite a long time that she hadn't had the opportunity to spend so time with her parents. Last summer had been erratic, with all the things that had happened after the War. Their memories had been restored, Hermione had made herself sure of that, but it wasn't because they didn't remember this year spent without their daughter that they didn't want to make up for lost time.

Hermione sighed, and started to let her fingers drum over the wooden desk of Madam Pince. What was taking her so long? She just wanted to have her book and to go to her Prefect's room in order to pack her things. The day had been long, especially with these three hours of Potions class. Severus Snape had been severe, as usual, and Hermione didn't understand why he was still teaching Potions. Obviously, he was attracted by the Defence against Darks Arts teaching post, and he had already had the consent of Dumbledore about it. Despite all these things, Severus Snape remained her Potions Master, to her great despair.

Her drumming onto the desk of the librarian slowed down, and Hermione's thought went to another direction. Her great despair, really? Sure, Severus Snape was as severe as usual with his students, but she couldn't help but think about his dark gaze upon her when she worked on a potion, or the scent of his cloak when he entered the classroom. The War hadn't changed him that much physically, so she couldn't possibly say that she was attracted by him. No, she wasn't; it was something else, something that she couldn't properly put words on. Was it the fact that he was older than her that gave her some ideas? She had never thought about being with someone older than her, to be honest. The only real relationship that she had shared with a boy had been with Ron, during the holidays. Ron had been charming, really; but he had been so childish too, and it was something that Hermione wasn't ready to forget.

"Here it is: Advanced Potions for Apprentices. I didn't know that you wanted to be a Potions Apprentice, Miss Granger," Madam Pince said, handing her the book that she was looking for at the same time.

"Oh, well, not a lot of people know about it, actually," Hermione explained before taking the book from the librarian's hands. "I told Professor Snape about it, and he is kind of reluctant to authorise me to become his Apprentice next year. But he proposes me to work on some potions in order to show him what I am capable of," she concluded with a smile.

"Then, good luck, Miss Granger. And have a good holiday."

The librarian disappeared in the reserve, and Hermione left the library, relieved to have put her hands on the book that she needed so much. At a rapid pace, she took the stairs, heading to her room. She had to be quick; the last shuttle to the Hogwarts Express would leave two hours from now. While climbing the stairs, Hermione took some time to leaf through her Potions book, searching for this potion that Professor Snape had told her about two days prior. It had seemed to be a really complicated potion when he had told her about it, and she wanted to know if she could prepare it during the holidays, given the ingredients that she already had.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't noticed that the stairs had decided to trick her this time. Unaware of the stairs movements since she had been used to it since her first year, Hermione didn't noticed that she wasn't really heading to the Prefect's room. She opened the heavy door that was in front of her and quickly put her book into her bag. She hadn't found the potion that she had been looking for, but it wasn't what was bugging her at this exact moment.

When she looked up, her eyes didn't met the little and cosy living room that she was used to see every single night. Instead, she noticed that she was in a corridor, long enough to welcome all of her promotion. The lights were subdued, and when she let her right hand caress the closest wall, Hermione felt some gildings under her fingers.

"Is anyone here?," she found the courage to ask, but she had no answer; no vocal answer, at least. When she tried to focus on her hearing, she heard a noise, a familiar noise. It sounded like her own bath's noise, but it was heavier. And then, when she tried to smell the odours of the room, she noticed a slight scent of peach. It was hard to scent, but the young woman was almost sure that it was a scent of peach; it was her perfume, after all.

Frowning, Hermione thought about leaving this room, but then, she heard something else; something coming from a human. It wasn't a word, or a sentence. It wasn't a simple breath either. She wasn't really sure, but she thought that someone had just moaned. Furthermore, it wasn't a woman moan, like the ones that Hermione was used to make when she was alone in her bed, her hands at good use. No, she was sure that she had heard a man's moan. It was a strange feeling to hear this kind of noise, and the courageous and curious part of her wanted to hear more; wanted to see more. Her theoretical side, however, was yelling at her to leave. Step back, it said, go to your room, it said.

But I don't want to leave, all of her body screamed at her. And for once on her life, she decided to listen to her body.

Slowly, Hermione took a few steps back, but quickly understood that she would have to walk faster if she wanted to find the end of this corridor. The further she went, the hotter it was. The humidity was at its highest point, and Hermione had to open her mouth to breath in an easier way. The sound of the bath was closer now, and she saw a source of light in front of her, at her right. She walked faster, and soon, she was at the entrance of the larger bathroom that she had ever seen. It was a silver and green one, two colours that she truly loathed. It gave her so many memories, bad ones, mostly. But for the first time, she found these two colours... attractive. It fit well in a bathroom, to her great surprise. At the centre of the room, Hermione then noticed a huge bathtub, almost a pool by its size. A hot vapour was recovering it, hiding the person who surely was in there; the moaning person, Hermione thought with a smile.

Suddenly, the water taps stopped, and Hermione could almost hear her breath. The bath was already full, and when the man moved, some water overflew onto the silver stone floor, wetting Hermione's feet despite the fact that she was far enough from the tub. She tried to make no sound, but a little sigh escaped her when she felt that her shoes were soaking, and a baritone voice rose from the centre of the bathroom.

"Who is here?," the moaning man asked, and Hermione did what a true coward would have done; she turned around and tried to leave the room.

"Do not try to leave, whoever you are," a voice said in her back. "I made sure to put some spells on this room when I noticed that I was not alone."

The voice was full of confidence, and Hermione could almost hear a hint of amusement in it. She closed her eyes from despair, but eventually turned around again, her back entering in contact with an invisible wall. Surely, it wasn't a student who was in this bath.

"Come."

This simple word made the young woman shudder, but she did as he said. She quickly got rid of her shoes to not wet them any further, and took some steps toward the huge tub. She still couldn't see the man who was in the middle of the water, but she didn't know if it was a good idea to see him any more; her subconscious was beginning to have a clear idea of who he was.

The moaning man moved again in the water, and all of a sudden, Hermione saw his face. His hair framed his face, while his nose was taking all the place. But what she noticed the most was these eyes, these obsidian eyes which seemed to be made of ice, despite their colour; these eyes full of confidence, full of surprise, full of... desire. Yes, it was desire, Hermione thought, or at least, she wanted to believe it.

This man, deep into the water, was Severus Snape.

Even if he was in a pool, and, therefore, in a lower place than she was, Severus Snape was imposing as always, and Hermione could just blink, not knowing what to do in front of this man. Without his clothes, he seemed to be less severe, more human than ever, but it didn't help her to relax.

"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?," Severus Snape asked slowly, taking his time to look at every part of her covered body.

"I got lost," she whispered. "I did not think that it was the prof-..."

"The professor's bathroom?," he finished. "Yes, it is. And, as far as I know, you are not allowed in this room. How did you get here?"

No shame; Severus Snape was still in the pool, moving his arms from time to time to stay afloat -this pool clearly was deep-, but he didn't show her any sign of shame. He didn't seem to be pleased by the situation, though, but he wasn't ashamed by being naked in front of one of his better students. Hermione did her best to breath slowly, but she couldn't help but gazing at him, gazing at the water, as if there was a way for her to see more of his body.

"What are you looking at?," Severus asked, shaking her from her torpor.

"Nothing," Hermione quickly said, returning her attention to his face.

"You did not answer to my question."

"I just opened the door."

Severus Snape cursed, before looking at her again. "I guess that I just thought about protecting this room, not the corridor with it."

"I guess so."

Hermione was supposed to be the brightest witch of her age, but clearly, she forgot about everything at this exact moment. It was the first time that she was in front of a naked man, and he wasn't just anyone; he was Severus Snape, the archetype of the true man: brilliant, tall, dark. Of course, he wasn't a mannequin, but he was a man, one of those who can make your heart beat faster with just a look. And Hermione was sure that his body was highly attractive.

"Do you plan to stay here all night? Do you not have things to do, Miss?"

"I have to take the train," she murmured, more to herself than to him. All that she wanted at this exact moment was to forget everything about the train and to dive into this warm water with him. For a second, Hermione wondered if she hadn't drunk some lust potion during the dinner. It was so unlike her to have this kind of thoughts that for a moment, she froze.

"There is no spell on this room any more, you can leave... if you want," Severus said in a low voice, and Hermione felt a shiver down her spine.

"And what if I don't want to?," she asked, surprised by her own stubbornness.

Severus Snape raised a surprised eyebrow, but quickly, a smirk illuminated his face.

"Then I guess that it could be a good idea to get rid of your clothes and to join me in the pool."

These words said, he swam until the other side of the pool, waiting of her to join him. What are you doing?, her inner voice asked her, but Hermione decided not to pay attention to it, for the first time of her life. The only thing that she wanted to do at this exact moment was to get rid of her pants, of her shirt and her cardigan, and to enter into this pool. When all of her clothes were at her feet, Hermione wondered if she should get rid of her underwear too.

"You will not be comfortable with all of these clothes on you, Miss Granger. Or should I assume that you always take your bath with underwear on?"

It was all that she needed to hear. Slowly, Hermione remover her black underwear, and she tried not to look at her professor while she dove into the warm water. She had to move her legs in order to stay afloat, but she didn't have the courage to swim to him. Severus Snape was still at the other side of the pool, and he gazed at her like a predator always looked at his pray.

"The water is warm, isn't it?," he asked casually, as if it was a perfectly normal situation.

"Yes, it is. It would have been a shame not to enjoy it."

"You should always enjoy what life gives you," Severus retorted.

"Have you always thought like this?"

Severus waited for a minute, but he eventually shook his head.

"Not at all. Truth to be told, during years, I thought that life was not something for me. But I am still here, so I changed my mind: the only good thing that I can do on this planet is to enjoy what it provides me."

"And what did life give you today?"

"You."

Hermione thought that she had stopped to breath. This ardent gaze upon her, the fact of being naked just a few inches from this man, the warm of the water... Everything was making her lose her mind. She was so lost into her thoughts that she didn't notice that Severus had swum to her. It was his hand on her waist, under the water, which made her realise what was really happening.

"What are y-..."

A mouth. A mouth on her lips prevented her from talking, and Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the perfect sensation of these thin lips on hers. She didn't wait any time to open her mouth, deepening the kiss that she was sharing with her professor. The latter pushed her against the wall of the pool, his hands gently playing with her hips. It was a total nonsense to be here, into his arms, but, awkwardly enough, it was the place where she wanted to be at this exact moment; the things that he was doing to her were the things that she was craving for.

And at this moment, she was the one who moaned. Her sounds of pleasure were muffled by Severus' lips, and Hermione felt her centre entering in contact with something unusual, something that she had just heard about in the past, but that she hadn't really seen for real. To be honest, she said to herself that she still hadn't seen it, but feeling it was an incredible sensation. Severus' cock was already hard, and Hermione knew that it was because of her, because of her naked body that he had had the privilege to see minutes before; because of the whole situation, of the fact that what they shared was forbidden by every law in this country. Oh, she was out an adult, but she was also his student.

"Is there something that you want, Miss Granger?," Severus asked in a whisper against her open mouth.

Hermione didn't answer. She just took his head into her little hands, and kissed him once again. The last thing that she wanted right now was to talk. Talking would make this thing official, and it was such a blur into her mind that she wanted to stay this way.

Severus' body was closer than ever, and she let out another moan when he caressed her clitoris with the tip of his cock.

"Is there something that you want, Miss Granger?," he asked again, emphasizing every word this time.

"I want you," she had the courage to say, and she didn't have the time to finish her sentence that she felt a hand on her clitoris, giving her all the pleasure that she wanted. It was totally different than during her private sessions. This time, the pleasure came from another person, and she couldn't supervise his movements; all that she could do was to close her eyes and to enjoy the moment, inwardly begging him to touch her as she wanted.

And touching her as she wanted, Severus did. A smirk appeared on his face when he saw that the young woman was closed. Her body, pressed between his own and the pool wall, was slightly out of the warm water, and her breast was almost at the height of his face. The Potions Master just had to bend over in order to capture a nipple into his greedy mouth. Several times, he bit her sensitive skin, multiplying the sensation of pleasure that she was currently feeling.

"Don't stop," she just murmured before moaning again, and Severus did as she said: he never stopped. How could he, in front of a true beauty like this? Since her return at Hogwarts, he had spent his days looking at her. She had became a real woman, and he had been pleased to continue to teach Potions, after all: he had learned that she wanted to become a Potions Mistress, and spending some time with her had been in his plans from the beginning. But to be honest, he wouldn't have thought about a moment like this with her, so soon in the year. He had seen her looks during the Potions classes, of course, but he had thought that it would have been more difficult. And here she was, her eyes closed, trying to arch her back as much as possible, totally offering herself to him.

"Do you want me to take you completely?," he asked in a breath, letting go of her nipple.

Hermione just nodded, and in a swift movement, Severus penetrated her, making her scream. He understood that she was a virgin, despite the fact that the Daily Prophet had talked about a relationship between her and Ronald Weasley during the holidays, and he kissed her slowly this time.

"It will be better...," he reassured her, trying not to move, even if it was one of the most difficult things to do at this moment. All that he wanted was to bury himself into her, to feel her inner walls clench around his thick cock. But he managed to wait until she was completely relaxed to do such a thing. And when he did, it was the best thing that he'd ever felt. Hermione's body against him was close to perfection, her breast moving in rhythm with his own movements. She searched for his lips, and Severus gladly gave them to her.

Hermione was a natural, and Severus understood it when he felt her surrounding his hips with her legs. The softness of her skin was pleasant against him, and he caressed her ass while plunging into her with force.

Suddenly, they started to moan at the same time, and Severus buried himself into her dripping core, taking care to caress her clitoris at the same time; he wanted her to come with him.

"Do you like it? Do you like feeling me into you, giving you so much pleasure with my cock?"

"Severus...," she moaned, lost in her own pleasure.

"Tell me, Hermione," he continued to mutter against her ear. "Tell me that you want me to make you come on my cock, tell me..."

These words, full of lust, were enough to make her clench her inner walls around his thick shaft, and he filled her with his seed, in a last and long moan.

When he finally let go of her, Severus had to take some seconds to recover his breath. He kissed her a last time, and let out a sharp laugh.

"What's funny?," Hermione asked, surprised by his reaction.

"I guess that you missed your train."

Hermione pursed her lips in a comical way, but eventually nodded.

"It was for the best," she murmured before swimming to the centre of the pool. "But I think that I still can catch the Hogwarts Express, if I leave now."

Severus joined her, surrounding her waist with his arms.

"Stay with me. It is too cold outside, anyway, and I think that you prefer the heat of this bathroom."

Hermione gently licked his lower lip, a promise of many hours of pleasure. "I do."

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