Snape ensnared Hermione's mouth with his own, continuing his claim over her tongue. His hand returned to her breast, palming her through the dress, the other remaining at her neck.

Hermione, although her mind had struggled to focus before, was now entirely attune to the astoundingly pleasing feel of her professor's soft tongue possessing her mouth. She shifted, attempting to urge his mouth back to her neck.

After she moved, Snape very lightly nipped at her lower lip then brushed soft kisses down her jawline, trailing his mouth down, letting his mouth sensually caress the front of her neck. Leaning her head back as he did this, Hermione noticed that the dampness between her legs had increased. She whined in dismay when his mouth left her neck to look at her, but it became a whimper of pleasure when she felt his fingers playing at the low neckline of her dress as he just barely raised an eyebrow at her. When Hermione only gazed back into his dark eyes, not protesting, Snape slipped his hand into the dress, cupping and weighing her breast, now merely her bra separating their skin.

Hermione watched his expression; he bit his lip as he squeezed his eyes shut.

She took the opportunity of his eyes being closed to slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder.

"Enjoying yourself, are you?" she repeated his earlier question to him.

As she had done, he opened his eyes at the words; the onyx orbs fell to the blue bra that was now exposed, "You are going to be the end of me."

Hermione gave a subtle shake of her head before pressing her lips to his. At this encouragement, Snape slid his hand under the bra, her hot skin finally in his hand. He tweaked her nipple gently, causing her to bite his lip and wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him closer to her.

Taking his chances, Snape slid the hand not in her bra from her neck, down her side, following the curve of her body, over her hip, and onto her thigh. He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress, brushed his fingers up her bare skin and tentatively moved them between her legs; he could feel her arousal through her panties. Hermione didn't object to his hand, in fact, she moved slightly to part her legs; Snape pulled away from her mouth to suckle her neck. She felt his fingers grazing over the skin just beside the hem of her panties; Hermione sighed. Moving the fabric over, Snape touched her wet flesh, causing her to take in a sharp breath.

Hermione bit her lip, silently begging him not to stop drawing circles on her skin. She quickly changed her mind, though, when she felt one of his fingers slide up inside her; Hermione whimpered.

Snape pushed a digit into his student, about to lose his mind; he had never felt anything like her before.

"Holy fuck," he quietly said in reaction to her tight body around his finger.

He slipped a second finger into her, curling them to dance and press against the bundle of nerves he felt; Hermione moaned.

Removing his hand, Snape looked down at the girl, "You honestly are going to be the end of me."

Hermione gazed at him, "Why do you say that?" she asked flirtatiously.

He grasped her wrist, pulled her to him, his hand on the back of hers, and placed it on the hard bulge below his belt, "As I've said, you are infuriating."

In response to this, Hermione let her hand linger against him as she took her turn to kiss his neck. One hand sliding back into her bra, the other returning to the damp heat between her legs, Snape growled in his throat.

He continued his appreciation of her body for several long minutes before he pulled back from her slightly, taking both her hands in his, "Follow me," he said quietly, peeling her from the wall.

Snape walked backwards, pulling her along, moving to stand behind his desk.

Hermione gave a faint smirk as he slid her panties from her body and deftly lifted her just enough so she could sit on the desk.

She was surprised when he pulled his chair in front of her to sit, but gained understand when he pushed her dress up and lightly brushed his mouth over her inner thigh, parting her legs.

Snape softly kissed Hermione's thigh, inching his mouth farther up her leg until he finally reached her core. His tongue flitted over her continuously as she moaned; he nibbled her inner thigh, hungrily suckled her body, and slipped his hot tongue inside her.

Once again, he retreated to quickly survey her expression; seeing Hermione's enjoyment in her eyes, Snape unbuckled his belt and released his large solid member. She moved to touch him, but was halted by his fingers lacing through those on her outstretched hand, "No. I need you immediately."

His hand returning to feel Hermione's wetness, Snape dragged his mouth along the scoop of her neck; Snape's fingers brushed over her arousal once again before taking her hips in his hands, pulling her to the very edge of the desk. His dark eyes swiftly took in his student's expression.

"Please," Hermione quietly requested.

His hands on her hips, just above her ass, Snape slid his endowment inside the girl; she gasped softly at the invasion of her body, feeling him push slowly into her.

Snape growled as he entered her further, Hermione's breathing quickening and catching in her throat. He brought his mouth back to her neck, slipped the other strap of her dress down, the material falling from her chest. She slid her arms out of the straps as her teacher unclasped her bra, still moving within her. He peeled the undergarment from her body and grasped her breast, his other hand grazing over her skin to hold the small of her back.

"Oh my God," Hermione sighed into Snape's ear before hungrily kissing his neck.

He moved with passion and need, thrusting himself inside her repeatedly as she devoured his neck. The coil in his body was tightening; Snape placed his palm on Hermione's now-bare stomach and gently pushed her from him to let his fingers rub over the sensitive bead between her legs; she leaned her head back with a guttural moan.

Snape leaned into her to lie her back on his desk, delving deeper into her; he ravenously kissed the front of her neck.

Smirking before he brought his lips to the girl's ear, he slyly husked, "Enjoying yourself, are you?"

She nodded, panting, "You have no idea…"

He felt her hand on the back of his head as she arched into his mouth and tensed.

Lifting his eyes to watch her, Snape's voice was hoarse, "Then show me."

That was it; those three sultry words and Hermione lost control. She was overcome with wave after wave of indescribable ecstasy, spasming uncontrollably and violently trembling as a shriek escaped her lips.

Slowing his movements as the girl peaked beneath him, tightening around him, Snape watched her, entranced.

As she calmed, he resumed his pace, sliding in and out of her, his eyes now never straying from hers, even as the tight coil inside him quickly unraveled and he released his warmth inside his student.

Softly kissing her, Snape's voice shook as he spoke against her lips, "That was…"

"Perfect," Hermione finished his sentence.

She then realized she had probably just said something a man didn't want to hear after just having taken a girl's viginity; sex was generally thought of as being more emotionally significant to women, "I – um, sorry, uh…"

Snape looked down at her and interrupted, "I would have to agree."