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

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

Chapter 5: Flashback – The So-manieth Encounter

Sighing, he lowered himself in his favourite chair in front of the fire, a glass of wine and a book in his hands. Each year some of his colleagues insisted on celebrating his birthday, wishing him well, sending him gifts, and even going as far as having the house elves leave him a cupcake with a candle in his rooms. He didn't do birthdays, and they all know it. Still, they were relentless. He didn't see how the day he came into the world was a reason for celebration.

It was a little past ten in the evening when a soft knock sounded at his door. He cursed under his breath. Hadn't they bothered him enough today? Couldn't they leave him to enjoy his evening in peace? Still muttering, he opened the door to the hallway, fully expecting Minerva, of Merlin forbid, Poppy, on his doorstep. He blanched as he saw Hermione standing in the hallway. Quickly, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, checking the hallway before closing the door.

"You stupid girl!" he yelled at her. "What are you thinking coming here so late? Did anybody see you?"

For a moment she simply stood there. Her robes were pulled tightly around her, her magnificent hair curling freely over her shoulders. He could see she was nervous but trying to hide it.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I've successfully hidden from Riddle and his dogs for well over half a year. I think I can handle evading Filch and his cat."

He wasn't appeased by her words. "Arrogant Gryffindor!" he accused. "What made you think it would be a good idea to come down here?"

A smile twitched at her lips. "A little bird told me it's your birthday."

Severus groaned. "I don't do birthdays, Miss Granger." He turned away from her. "My fireplace is connected to the Hogwarts floo network, you can floo back to the Gryffindor common room."

"Oh," she said.

He could easily envision her biting her lip but he resisted the urge to turn around.

"So, you don't want your birthday present?"

She sounded a bit too innocent; he ignored it. "No, Miss Granger." He could hear the rustling of robes behind him.

"Are you sure?"

Frowning at her strange behavior, he looked over his shoulder. His mouth went dry at the sight of her. Her robes pooled around her feet and it seemed that underneath she was wearing nothing more than an emerald green bustier, the smallest knickers he had ever seen, and matching heels.

Hermione idly pulled at the bow tied around her neck. "I thought you might want to unwrap me, but since you say you don't like presents …"

He turned to face her completely. His eyes were roaming her figure; he had never seen a woman so breathtakingly beautiful. Licking his lips, he tried to say something in return, but found himself speechless.

Slowly, she walked over to him. The heels made her legs look incredibly long and made her perfect bum look even more delectable. He couldn't wait to put his hands all over her.

"Or have you perhaps changed your mind?" She flattened her hands against his chest, slowly stroking up and down.

Finally, he managed to regain composure. "I guess I can make an exception," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. He made to wrap her in his arms, but she gracefully slipped away from him.

"Impatient?" she teased him. He narrowed his eyes at her. "You see," she said, putting her hands back against his chest and gently pushing him backwards towards the sofa, "you were a bit rude when you opened the door. It seems only fair I get to have a bit of fun before you unwrap me."

Severus wanted to protest, to pick her up, lower her on the ground, and ravish her. He wanted to show her he was not a man to play games with! However, this was a side of Hermione he had only glimpsed during that one, heavenly detention. He couldn't deny that her confidence turned him on, he was already growing incredibly hard.

She pushed him down to sit on the sofa and followed suit, straddling him. He rested his hands on her waist. A little sigh escaped her as she cupped his cheeks, moving in for a kiss. Encouraged by the sound, he let his hands wander upwards.

He bit back a snarl as she slapped them away and reprimanded him with a smirking 'tut tut'. He wanted to tell her he was no dog to be scolded, but her mouth had already descended back on his, her kisses turning needy.

She moaned as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, her warm cunt rubbing against the hardness in his trousers. Her fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt – he had already taken off his vest and teachers robes in preparation for the evening – while her hips started making small movements against his crotch. She was driving him crazy, but for now, he allowed her to pull the strings.

Once his shirt was open and her hands had explored his chest and abdomen, she trailed her fingers down and started unbuckling his belt and undoing the buttons of his trousers. He hissed as her hand slipped inside and rubbed him over his boxers. She broke their kiss to smirk down on him.

"Divesto."

The feat of wandless magic left him naked, and turned him on even more. As he made a move to take over control, she slid off his lap to kneel between his knees. He stiffened in anticipation as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Her hands were caressing his upper thighs, coming ever closer to his erection. As her tongue slipped out and gently licked the tip, he let out another hiss. His cock twitched as she chuckled and cupped his balls with one hand.

Severus groaned and let his head fall back as her mouth enveloped the tip of his cock. Her tong was swirling around it as she sucked lightly. Her hand enveloped him and started pulling. She pulled back, only to run her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the top.

"Stop your teasing!" he ordered.

She looked up to him, chuckling. He could see in her eyes that she knew she had all the power. Right now, with her mouth so close to his cock, he saw no need to deny her.

She took him back into her mouth and hummed. It reverberated through his entire body. Unable to help himself, he buried a hand in her curls, feeling how she bobbed around his cock. His hips snapped up as she lightly scratched her teeth along his length.

"Yessss, yes, that's it, good girl."

Hermione moaned around him, causing him to groan again. He could feel his orgasm building, but he grit his teeth against it, wanting the exquisite feeling of her mouth around him to last as long as it could.

"I'm going to come," he warned her when he could no longer hold back.

The moan she gave him in response send him right over the edge. He used his hand to keep her in place as his hips rode through his release. He could feel her swallow his cum. As the last of his spasms subsided, he released his death-grip on her hair.

Looking down, he saw her smirk triumphantly. He huffed and pulled her up to sit next to him on the couch. After a last peck on his dick, she happily obliged. Her fingers started tracing patterns on his chest. He had learned by now that she had a fascination with his many scars, and liked to trace them.

As her fingers roamed his chest and up to his neck, he came down from his high. Once he realized where exactly her fingers were lingering, however, he was jolted out of his half-sedated state. In a reflex, he grabbed her hand and roughly pulled it away. To soften his reaction, he kissed the inside of her wrist, the palm of her hand and her fingertips. He looked down at her and kissed her until they were both breathless. A predatory smile spread across his face.

"I think it's time I unwrap my present," he purred.

Giggling, Hermione snapped her hand out of his grip and skipped away from him. In two long strides he caught up with her. Wrapping his hands around her thin waist, he threw her over his shoulder. She was laughing madly, kicking her legs and pounding her fists on his back in mock-fight.

Severus threw her on his bed, quickly following to hover above her. Her eyes were bright, twinkling with laughter, her face was flushed and her breasts enticingly moving up and down with her laboured breathing. He couldn't understand what such a beautiful, talented woman saw in him, but she kept coming back to him, and he couldn't deny his attraction to the witch.

He started kissing her neck, making her sigh and tilt her head to give him better access. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he murmured against her skin, before marking her with his teeth. He was never one for compliments, but with this woman in his arms, he couldn't help but want to tell her just how incredible she was.

Straddling her, he slowly started undoing the strings of her bustier. He watched as Hermione's eyes grew darker with each deliberate pull of his fingers. Her hips were slowly moving below him while her hands gently clawed at the sheets. When the garment finally fell away, his hands cupped the breasts he had been denied earlier.

Hermione moaned at the contact, arching her back slightly to push her breasts up into his hands. A cry escaped her as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. It was obvious by their stiffness that the blowjob she had given him hadn't left her indifferent either.

Still palming her breasts, he bent down to kiss her. Immediately her arms flew around his neck, her hands burying themselves in his hair. She was trying to pull him closer, but he resisted. He nibbled on her lower lip before he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He gently swirled it around hers before starting to explore.

Hermione was writhing underneath him, her hips bucking against his, her arms insistent in their attempt to pull him down on top of her. Severus chuckled and moved to lay beside her, his right leg thrown over her hips to keep her down. He chuckled again as she wailed in protest, unable to form coherent words. When she tried to turn towards him, he trapped a hand above her head, making it all but impossible for her to move.

"Impatient?" he mimicked her words. He laughed at her frustrated huff. He leaned in and brushed against her ear. "I'm going to take my time with you," he whispered.

He could feel the shiver run through her body as she moaned in response.

"Such a pretty gift you give me. How can you not expect me to savour it? To kiss and lick every inch of your body? To make you writhe and moan and beg?"

She gasped at his words. "Severus."

"Hmmm?" He was back to kissing her neck, nibbling on the spots he knew would drive her crazy.

"Gods, Severus." She moaned as he bit down on her pulse point, only to lighten the sting with his tongue.

He hovered above her lips. "Something you wanted to say?"

She looked at him with lust-filled eyes, her pupils dilated. "Please don't stop," she sighed.

Smirking, he wordlessly bound the one hand he was holding above he head to the bed. She pulled at it with frustration, and decided to exact her revenge by scratching the nails of her other hand over his shoulders.

"Careful, kitten," he threatened, "or I might have to bind the other one as well."

Her eyes widened comically. "I'll be good," she murmured, softly stroking his scratched skin.

He hummed in approval before swiftly lowering his mouth to her breast, unexpectedly taking her nipple between his teeth and softly biting it. Hermione cried out at the sudden sensation, panting as his tongue started swirling around the taut bud. While his mouth explored her left breast, his right hand started roaming her body. Occasionally he scratched her soft skin, taking delight in how it made her breath hitch.

"Oh gods, oh sweet Merlin, Severus, oh."

She whined as his mouth left her breast, and moaned deliciously as he recommenced his ministrations on the other one. After a while, her free hand buried itself in his hair and started tugging upwards.

"Kiss me."

He obliged. As soon as their lips met, she practically attacked him, kissing him as if her life depended on it. He returned her kiss with vigour until they were both gasping for air. His hands never ceased their caressing and he encountered the tiny knickers he had all but forgotten about.

"I do believe you are still wearing too much clothing," he murmured against her skin, kissing and licking his way down her neck, over her collarbones, between her breasts and down her stomach.

Moving down the bed, he hooked his thumbs behind the piece of fabric, and gently started pulling it down her legs. He groaned at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy. She smelled utterly divine. Throwing the knickers behind him, and after carefully taking off her heels, he grabbed her ankles and nudged them apart. Slowly his hands caressed up her legs, coaxing her to open for him.

Another groan escaped him as he saw how wet she had gotten. Unable to help himself, he buried his face in her snatch, licking her in one long swipe and breathing in her scent. She keened at his actions. She arched her back, then tilted her hips to push her pussy towards him.

With a satisfied hum, he wrapped his hands around her to hold her down. She was writhing against his grip, her body begging for friction. He skimmed his lips over her clit, only barely touching it.

"Stop teasing!"

"Hmm." He was kissing the insides of her thighs. "You're going to have to ask nicely."

"Aah!" she huffed, trying to break free from his hold. "Please, Severus. Please stop teasing."

When he sealed his lips around the tight bundle of nerves, she almost fell apart. He immediately stopped moving. He wanted her to come as he slid inside her, not sooner; he wanted her to hover right on the edge.

Hermione's frustrated swearing only spurred him on. Her hand clawed in his hair, trying to force him back down. With reflexed he had honed throughout the years, he grabbed hold of it and pinned it next to the other one.

"I warned you, kitten." He smirked as she glared at him.

Unhurriedly, he kissed his way down again, nipping at her nipples and dipping his tongue in her belly-button. His cock was throbbing with need, begging for release, but he ignored it. Settling himself back between her legs, he languorously started licking her. She started mewling incoherently. The most glorious moans escaped her lips when his tongue dipped inside her.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."

"Begging already?"

She cried out loudly as he buried himself inside her. He could feel her muscles spasming around him and had to grit his teeth in order to prevent his own completion. Her body trembled in its release. He started kissing her collarbones, the taste faintly salty from perspiration. As the trembling subsided, he gently started moving. The 'oh' that escaped her lips was utterly adorable, and he lowered himself to kiss her.

Their kiss was softer, less urgent than before. He knew she could probably taste herself on his lips, but she didn't seem to mind. She tasted like spicy tea with honey, a blend of edges and softness. When her tongue slipped out and licked his lips, asking entrance to his mouth, he let her. He feared the day she would find somebody more interesting, but refused to think about it.

"I want to touch you, please let me touch you."

He released her wrists at her whispered plea. Her arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, her hands caressing up and down her spine. A content sigh breathed in his ear. He could feel her moving to match his slow pace. Her pussy felt like heaven, warm and moist. He wanted the moment to last forever, but couldn't hold back his own need any longer.

She moaned as he sped up, and she pulled him down for another searing kiss. He changed his angle and she gasped in his mouth, her nails burying themselves in his back. His hiss at the sting only seemed to spur her on, drawing fiery lines along his spine. It didn't take him long to have her writhing under him once more. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"You want to come again, don't you?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Such a filthy girl you are. Are you enjoying my cock inside you?"

"Oh gods. Yes! Severus, Severus! Fuck me! Fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours!"

Her dirty response surprised him, but he didn't need to be told twice. He picked up the pace even more, almost brutally slamming in and out of her. Her hands had fallen back to the bed, clawing at the sheets so violently that he wouldn't have been surprised if they ripped. She was mewling incoherently again. He could feel his orgasm rising up inside him.

"Hermione," he panted, "come for me, little lioness, come for me."

He sucked on a nipple, causing her to fall over the edge. She orgasmed violently around him, her back arching off the matrass, an unearthly cry ripping from her throat, her legs squeezing his hips so ferociously he could barely move. The rippling of her pussy around him became his undoing, and with a cry of his own, he spilled his seed inside her.

Spend, he practically fell down, only barely avoiding crushing her with his weight. She hummed under her breath, purring like the kitten he thought she was. He moved so he could pull her against his side. Blearily, she opened her eyes and planted a kiss on his shoulder, before nuzzling against him. He pulled at the bow that was still around her neck.

"It seems I missed taking of the most important part."

She softly patted the middle of his chest with her hand. "A present always comes with a bow," she muttered.

He could feel her breath slowing down. Rationally, he knew he should send her back to her dorm, but frankly, he was too tired and sated to care.

"Go to sleep, little lioness."

She hummed and wrapped herself more tightly around him. It didn't take long before both of them were sound asleep.