So, think I'm going to leave this one here. It's been fun.

Enjoy the last chapter.

Happy Christmas

Lu

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Hermione had never seen inside Severus' bedroom before, not surprising considering this was the first time she had visited her house before. The details of the room were not on her mind however, the dark wizard who had her hand in his was. There was a dark gleam in his eyes as he tugged her closer and she was more than happy to go to him. The next thing she knew, their mouths were once more glued together, sampling one another once again. Her hands settled naturally on his hips, his arms curled around her and she once more fell into his embrace.

She hummed into his mouth as she felt his large hand splay onto her back. His breath brushed her cheek and she began to wonder what kind of lover he might turn out to be. Would he be confident, unsure, hesitant? Not that it mattered, she was sure she'd find out very soon. Breaking the kiss, she moved her mouth to explore the sallow skin at the side of his neck. The noise he made told her it was a good move, she could feel his very real reaction at her hip and she longed to touch that part of him too. There was plenty of time for that however and for now, she was content to take all she wanted from his neck.

Far from being a passive participant in this endeavour, his hands began an exploration of their own. Gently, she felt them wind their way up her back, pressing into the contours of her spine, seeking out all the slopes and hollows it contained. The relaxing sensation filtered through and she had no choice but to make another little whimper as he pressed into her, "If you're going to do that, I'll lie down to make it easier for you," she managed to whisper.

"Go ahead," he murmured, indicating the large bed behind him. She nodded, swallowing a little when she realised she was about to climb onto Severus Snape's bed before doing as he suggested. The quilt that was on top of the bed was softer than it looked and she had no problem making herself comfortable, lying on her stomach. She smirked when the bed dipped under his weight and she turned her head to be able to see him. His black eyes were focused on her, a light dancing in them. The next thing she knew, his hands were on her back, easing and teasing away the stresses he found.

"I had no idea you were this good," Hermione managed to mutter as his fingers worked their magic. He made no reply, merely continued until he was sure she was satisfied. He then leaned up and pressed his lips to her cheek. The ends of his hair tickled and instead of being content with the little kiss, her arms curled around his neck, pulled him close and she kissed him properly. He made a rather odd squeak as he was pulled down to her but soon settled.

Feeling him so close was divine. He had this way of driving her completely wild and as she kissed him, her fingers found their way to his shirt and began working the buttons loose. There were so many! He even had the audacity to chuckle as her hands worked. Eventually, he batted them away and did it himself. The moment he was done, she pushed the offending garment from his shoulders and ran her hand over his warm skin. A nervous sort of giggle escaped his mouth and she looked up at him, curious, "Tickles," he said simply. Instantly, she altered the pressure of her touch; this time, he sighed. He was so slender, his skin smooth and warm. Leaning down, she ran her tongue over his collarbone and down to his nipple, which she gently sucked.

He responded with a hot groan. Her hands descended to the placket of his trousers, where she traced the outline of his erection. "Hermione," he whispered, almost pleaded. Slowly, she ran her hand back up the length and tugged at his zipper. Slipping her hand inside, she gripped him as her mouth once again found his. He murmured something incoherent into her mouth as she stroked slowly, back and forth along his length. His hand touched her breast once more, setting a fire between her thighs, one that had been building gradually.

"I want you," she said when she caught his eyes. He merely nodded. She urged him to roll onto his back, realising that she wanted him underneath her. She moved so she was straddling his waist and yanked her dress over her head. Savouring the way his eyes roamed her nearly naked body, she smirked, "Well?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Perfect," he murmured. His hands moved up her body to her breasts, cupping them, kneading them, slipping his fingers underneath the lace of her bra to tease her nipples. Shifting on his hips, she caught his eyes and smiled.

"You sure?"

He nodded.

She took one of his hands, drew it against her core. He seemed to catch on and he slid her panties to the side. Her legs shook somewhat as she shifted, sinking slowly onto his hard cock. A deep shiver skipped down her spine as his length stretched her. She looked into his face, seeing the delighted surprise there. Leaning forward, she kissed him gently, letting him know it was alright. When she leaned back, his hands found her hips and she began moving. Slowly at first, she wanted to savour this.

Hermione was delighted when he began move with her, this light thrusts sending fire through her. As she moved, his hands began to roam, finding her curves and exploring them. His caresses only encouraged her to speed up, take from him what she had wanted to do that night on the hill top. A cry escaped from her lips as he kept pace with her, he strokes reaching deep within her. She could feel every movement, every twitch, every pulse from inside. A hand caressed her cheek and she caught the fire within his eyes, "Merlin!" she hissed, feeling a growing tension in her legs, starting within her core.

She leaned forward, her back arching as he continued to thrust. Sweat trickled down her back yet she did not relent, she wanted him to feel as good as she did, wanted him to enjoy it as much as she was. Her breathing came in short pants yet he did not give up. The tension built. She felt herself being pushed, pushed to the top of a cliff and led to the very edge. For a moment, it felt as though she was on the pinnacle, the moment of ecstasy, in that moment of complete clarity, everything was perfect. Then she fell. Hermione was unsure whether it was her voice she could hear or someone else's. All she knew was that she'd fallen into paradise.

When she finally came back to herself, she sighed. Looking at Severus, she had nothing but a smile for him, one that was returned. It changed his face, erased the lines and made him look years younger. She was also aware of the fluid between her thighs and she chuckled. Carefully, she slid so she lay beside him, rather than on top of him. She was unable to keep the grin from her face and she nuzzled into him. His arms encircled her and she felt her eyes grow heavy. Hermione was pretty sure she should say something but nothing came to mind, nothing worth saying at least. It all sounded so cliché in her head. She was more than a little surprised when his lips pressed against her forehead, "Do you always think so loudly?" he asked. She snorted.

"Not always," she muttered, knowing she sounded half asleep. He chuckled and she watched his eyes close, realising he was as tired as she. Snuggling into him a little more, she let sleep claim her.