Everything except the storyline belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Context: Hermione has returned at the castle after the Final Battle to finish her education.

Inspired by the lovely artwork 'Severus Snape. Black Friday' of AlenaKP at Deviantart .com

Chapter 1: How they became an item

She burst into his office, hairs wild around her face, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"You gave me an 'Exceeds Expectations' on this paper! That will not do, this deserves an 'Outstanding' and you know it!"

"Was it really necessary to blast down my wards over a paper Miss Granger?" Severus Snape drawled, "Ever heard of knocking?"

In her haste Hermione hadn't noticed he wasn't sitting at his desk and she turned in surprise as his silky voice answered her from a corner of his office. First she noted the discarded shirt on the floor, then she stared at her professor as she finally found him in the shadows.

He had obviously been changing clothes. Both his jacket and new shirt were unbuttoned, showing a line of his pale, chiselled chest and toned abdomen. His long fingers were fastening his cufflinks with practiced ease. He stared right back at her. Hermione cast her eyes down and fidgeted, trying to mask how his appearance affected her.

"Well?" Snape intoned.

"I, uhm, I blasted down your wards, sir?" she reacted timidly.

She had felt some resistance when she had flung open the door but in her fury hadn't made much of it. Hearing a click she glanced sideways and saw that the door had closed itself.

"You most definitely did Miss Granger."

Looking up she realised how close he was standing, his clothes still hanging open. She hadn't even heard him move. She started backing up. He followed. Her back hit the rough stone wall.

"I think I've intruded at an inopportune time sir. Shall I come back later?"

She turned towards the door but he blocked her way by putting his hand against the wall.

"I think I deserve an apology, at the least, Miss Granger," he said softly, enticing almost.

Hermione swallowed, she could feel the tension rising. Her heart was beating wildly. He was standing so close she could smell his unique, attractive scent. Her mouth felt dry and she licked her lips. Feeling slightly unsteady she braced herself against the wall. Slowly she raked her eyes upward, fully intent on apologising, but got distracted halfway up.

"Where did you get that scar?" she whispered.

Slowly she reached out and traced the visible part of a scar on the left side of his chest. She felt him shiver under her touch. Abruptly she pulled back.

"Oh Merlin, my apologies sir, I didn't know what got into me!"

Her blush returned full force. She wanted to flee but his arm was still blocking her way out. Biting her lip she looked down at her feet. For a moment it was silent.

"A cursed blade, Miss Granger," Snape answered softly.

Hermione looked up and into his eyes. They were impossibly dark.

"The scar runs somewhat farther than you can now see. If you wish you can explore exactly how far," he purred.

He moved in closer, his mouth next to her ear. "I dare you."

Hermione's eyes widened. It was so tempting! Swallowing she tentatively reached out once more. She could feel his muscles ripple as she gingerly traced the scar. It ran diagonally to his side, only to continue over his lower back and stop just above the waistband of his trousers. She trembled at the close contact he was allowing her.

"Satisfied?" he huskily asked.

She looked up at him, her eyes burning just as much as his.

"No," she breathed.

His lips came crashing down on hers with brutal force. She replied eagerly, one hand digging at his back underneath his shirt, the other sneaking around his neck to bury itself in his long hairs. A moan escaped her as his tongue slid between her lips to explore her mouth.

She could feel him tugging at her sweater and shirt and obediently raised her arms so he could pull them off. Her bra was soon discarded as well. She took the opportunity to push his own jacket and shirt from his shoulders. Staring at him with lust-filled eyes she couldn't believe how perfect he looked. There were plenty more scars but to her that just made him sexier.

Her staring was cut short as he bent down to press kisses on her exposed breasts. She gasped and arched her back as he sucked on one of her nipples, lightly grazing them with his teeth. His hand soon found her other breast. She writhed against the wall, moaning incessantly, his administrations driving her crazy.

"Please, more, Severus" she gasped.

She could feel him smile against her skin as he started kissing his way down her belly. His thumbs hooked behind the waistband of her skirt and panties and he slowly pulled them off. He kissed the insides of her thighs on his way up. She buried her hands in his hair and cried out as he reached her core and expertly flicked his tongue over her clit. He hummed and undid the fastenings on her trousers as he stood.

"You are so indescribably beautiful."

She kissed his chest as his hands slid down her sides to cup her ass. With one swift movement he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall with his own body.

"Now, Miss Granger, I'm going to fuck you until you scream out my name and forget your own," he purred in her ear.

Putting action to his words he plunged into her tight, wet core. Hermione arched her back in rapture. He took the opportunity to once more put his mouth around one of her nipples. She lost all control. Her hands were clawing at his back, her moans turning completely incomprehensible.

He set a strong, even pace and she could feel the stone wall scratch her back every time he buried himself inside her. She didn't care but revelled instead in the feeling of the cold wall behind her and his warm, strong body pressed against her front. She could feel her climax building fast, and by the sounds he was making, Snape wasn't far behind.

"Come for me witch," he grunted in her ear.

She cried out his name as she fell over the edge, dragging him with her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever and he rode her all the way through it. Finally she collapsed in his arms, his body still pinning her against the wall. Breathing heavily they enjoyed the aftershocks of their orgasms.

After some time he pulled out of her and put her back on the ground, steadying her until he was sure she could stand on her own. He cupped her face and kissed her tenderly.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he muttered.

Hermione pouted. "Why?"

He smiled at her pouting and kissed her again.

"I think we should simply own up to it."

She cocked her head and frowned in confusion. He took a small step back and looked her in the eye.

"Would you, Hermione, do me the honour of going on a date with me?"

For a moment she stared at him incredulously. Then she pulled his head down to hers.

"Yes, yes, I would love to!" she exclaimed before once more passionately kissing him.

A second chapter will follow soon!