A/N: Hi everyone. Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews, I loved them all. Here is part two as promised, and I hope you all like it. Take Care.

Special Thanks to my wonderful Beta, KristineThorne, who did an excellent job on this and got back to me very quickly.

Tabby's and Snake's: Part Two

After she left the room, Severus quickly used his magic to dress again, transfiguring a cover on one of the decorative pillows into a new shirt. When he was dressed, he left the tiny, private room and saw her talking to her friend and Lucius. Her friend had a slightly annoyed look on her face and was whispering something in Hermione's ear, but Hermione only smirked and shook her head. When he reached them, he saw the woman he'd just shagged look at him and her smirk grew as she eyed his new shirt.

Severus was still trying to figure out how the petite little creature had known he was a professor as he heard Lucius asking them when they worked again so that he could get a new lap dance, maybe this time from Hermione. That was when it dawned on him. She's a witch. That's why she didn't even blink about the clothes folded up and me now wearing a new shirt.

Hermione shifted her gaze to Lucius. "I doubt you'll catch us again. We're only here for a party."

Severus frowned, still stunned at what he'd figured out. Is she an old student? Is that how she knows I'm a professor? He wondered.

"Whose party?" Lucius asked, not seeing a party here in the main part of the female dancers part of the club at all.

Ginny smiled. "That would be mine. In the next room."

Severus looked to Hermione. "You don't even work here, do you?"

Hermione smiled. "I told you, I've never been here before tonight. We'll see you two gentlemen around."

She grabbed Ginny and quickly steered them away from the two stunned men.

Lucius was glaring after them, annoyed that he wouldn't be able to catch them here again. "Bloody pain-in-the-arse woman. All my dancer did was tease the hell out of me. When I suggested us taking this somewhere more private, she just smiled and said no thank you. I said I'd make it worth her while, but she again just shook her head no. Had I known she didn't really work here, I might have used a bit of charm on her instead of offering payment. Why would they pretend to be strippers?"

Severus looked over at Lucius, but only for a moment before he looked at the woman he'd shagged again. "Did your dancer seem odd to you?" Ignoring Lucius' question.

Lucius frowned. "Other than not letting me shag her? No, why?"

Severus watched as the girl who said her name was Jean turned to look back at him, a smile curving her lips. His suspicions on her being a witch, coupled with having guessed that he knew her, led him to believe that she was either wearing a glamour, or using polly juice potion. But he doubted it was a potion.

With that in mind, Severus discretely pointed his wand at her and whispered a spell. "Finite Incantatem."

The sight that met both Slytherin men had their jaws dropping. Realizing what had happened, Hermione gave Severus a smirk and a wink before disappearing into the other room with her friend, whose glamour was still in place.

"Good Lord," Lucius muttered while still shocked, "did you just get a lap dance from Hermione Granger?"

No, I just shagged Hermione Granger. Severus thought as horror filled him an instant before his lips started to curve. I just shagged Hermione Granger and bloody hell is she good in bed.

He moved quickly, going towards the other room where she said that they'd been apart of. The bulging men dancing about had his lip curling in distaste as his eyes scanned the room for any sign of her. Only there wasn't a single sign of her anywhere. Nor was there a large party of women anywhere either.

Catching a passing waiter, another male dancer who just happened to be carrying a tray, he spoke. "Was there a group of women here earlier? Part of a party?"

The dancer eyed Severus for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, hen party, I think." He looked around.

Severus felt the blood drain from his face. The other girl said the party was for her, but...had it been Hermione's hen party? Is she getting married? "Did you happen to catch the bride-to-be's name?"

The dancer frowned, eying Severus again. "I think...yeah, it was a redhead, I think they called her...Minny."

Severus' eyes narrowed. "You mean Ginny?"

The bulging dancer nodded. "Yeah, that's right. Ginny. She had a cute friend with her that left halfway through with the bride-to-be. They came back a few minutes ago, gathered their friends and split rather quickly."

"Short woman, wild and curly brown hair, with a golden complexion?" Severus asked, already knowing it had been Hermione, but he had to be sure that his eyes hadn't played a trick on him.

The dancer nodded and Severus slipped the man some muggle money for his help. He went back into the other part of the club to see Lucius already seated again, a new dancer trying to get at his money now. With a sigh, Severus went and took a seat again next to his old friend.

"So did you find her?" Lucius asked, not looking at the dancer anymore.

Severus shook his head. "No, she already left."

Lucius looked back at the girl dancing, a bored look on his face. "I cannot believe you got a dance from Hermione Granger. I wonder why she and her friend lied and pretended to work here. Do you have any clue who her friend could be? She was a good dancer, pretty too."

Severus debated only a few seconds before he shrugged, not the least bit ashamed of what he was about to say. "Haven't a clue. Maybe it was a muggle friends of hers." Not about to rat Hermione's friend out and piss the bushy haired know-it-all off. Not with the idea already forming in his mind.

Hermione was curled up in bed almost three hours later in her flat. It had taken quite a bit of quick thinking and lying her bum off to get Ginny to back off on why Hermione's dance for Snape had taken so long. Hermione still didn't think Ginny fully bought her excuse of just getting into teasing Snape and not realizing how many songs had passed as she did so.

When Ginny asked why she was wearing Snape's shirt, Hermione had already transfigured the shirt and bra she was wearing into normal clothes again so she just said that the bra's thin straps had snapped on accident and she didn't want to leave the room topless. Ginny didn't look like she bought that excuse either. Not that Hermione blamed her, they were weak as hell, but she wasn't about to admit that her knickers had been ripped instead.

Hermione sighed and rolled over in bed. She was wearing the same white shirt, now back in its normal form to sleep in after she'd showered, and she cursed herself for being so pathetic to actually want to sleep in it just because it smelled like him. She really needed to get this crush under control.

He didn't know it was her while he was shagging her, and when she'd felt the magic rush over her and saw the strands of curly brown hair hanging off her shoulder, she'd known what he'd done to her. She knew he'd ended her glamour and saw her as she really was. She knew he had to be livid too. There was no way he could be anything but seriously angry with her now.

Hermione rolled over again. "It's done and over with now. No point on dwelling on it. You shagged him like you always wanted to, and now its time to move on, you silly twit."

She was begging sleep to find her twenty minutes later, to let her escape from her thoughts and not have to deal with them again until tomorrow. Only it wasn't working. Flopping onto her back, she sighed into the darkness again.

Jerking only seconds later when someone banged on her front door. The sound scaring the hell out of her before she cursed herself for being so jumpy.

"Its probably Harry and Ron." She muttered, flinging back her covers and getting up.

The banging came again and she rolled her eyes at them. Impatient prats, she mentally growled. She knew tonight was also Harry's stag party and they were probably drunk off their arses and decided to pay her a visit to bug her. Not thinking that she might be drunk off her arse as well, even if she wasn't. Not even kind of drunk like she had been earlier.

She didn't bother with a dressing robe, if she took the time to dig one out, they'd probably beat her door down. She heard the banging a third time and now she was pissed. "I'm coming, you daft drunken wankers!" She yelled as she padded through the living room, turning on a table lamp before heading again towards the door.

Her hand running through her hair, she jerked open the door. "Did you really not have anyone better to bother toni..." She stopped at seeing who was standing at her door. Bugger me.

A dark brow rose at her statement. "No, I really didn't." Severus said, taking in his white shirt that she was still wearing. "Did you actually call me a daft drunken wanker?"

Hermione's cheeks flushed. "I...well...I thought you were...Harry and Ron. Its...Harry's stag party tonight."

Severus' other brow rose. "Are you planning on letting me in, or did you want to discuss this out here in the hallway with me?"

Hermione swallowed. "Oh, right. Come in, Professor." She said, opening her door wider, praying he hadn't fully seen her before she left. Though she knew it was a hopeless prayer. The look on both men's faces already said they recognized her before she left.

Severus stepped inside and moved into her living room, waiting until she shut her door and turned to face to him before he spoke. "Professor? Here I remember you screaming my forename, though I had to go back and check the pensieve to be sure. I missed it the first time. However, I was understandably preoccupied at the moment that you said it."

Hermione's eyes closed as her cheeks turned beet red, her head lowering as well in her embarrassment. Fuck! I knew I was going to get caught. Before anything even happened, I knew it was a bad idea and I knew I'd get caught. Fuck!

Severus studied her for a moment. "Care to explain why you and Miss Weasley decided to pull your little stunt this evening?" When her eyes opened again, his face wasn't giving any of his thoughts away.

Hermione sighed and moved over to the sofa, plopping down. "Tonight was Ginny's hen party. She and I were not enjoying the final part of the night, which was us watching dancers in the other room with the other girls in our group. We went to get a drink and it was too crowded, so we went to the other part, the part with the female dancers to get a fresh drink. That's when I spotted you and Lucius Malfoy."

Hermione shook her head at their stupidity. "I told Ginny we should just leave, but no, she wanted to have a bit of fun. It was her idea and I had just enough alcohol in me to not really be of sound mind to convince her otherwise. Though I did try."

Severus' jaw clenched. "Shagging me while under a glamour was Miss Weasley's idea?"

Hermione frowned. "No. The part where we dressed as strippers and went over to you both was her idea. As was the private dance she suggested. The rest...I've no idea how the rest came about." Her hand rubbing over her face with her irritation over it all.

Severus frowned. "So...you took it upon yourself to let things get as far as they did, all on your own. I'm curious...did you plan on using the information that I'd slept with you in some way to get back at me somehow?" Though he hadn't a clue how she might use it against him. She wasn't his student any longer after all.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, Professor. I've been harboring this long hatred of you and have been plotting a way to trick you into shagging me in a strip club for years. How lucky for me that all my years of planning finally worked out just like I'd hoped." Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Severus sighed. "I don't remember you being this much of a smart mouthed pain-in-the-arse before."

Hermione stood and looked up at him. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me. You never took the time to try and get to know me, you only ignored or sneered at me."

"Then, why sleep with me?" He asked, not really understanding.

"What does it matter? How did you even find me?" She asked in return, a frown marring her lips.

Severus debated how to answer. "Finding you took longer than I expected and took calling in a few favors as well."

Hermione frowned even more. "Why go to all that trouble? You could have just sent me an owl if you wanted to demand your shirt back. That wouldn't have taken any effort at all."

Severus glanced at his shirt that she was wearing again. "Why are you still wearing it?"

Hermione huffed, having forgotten that she was wearing it. "I just...didn't change yet, is all." Though she knew that wasn't true.

Severus knew she was lying as well. "Really? You put on fresh knickers, but didn't take off my shirt. How interesting, I thought you had more faith in my intelligence than that. Especially, when its obvious you've had a shower since you've been home."

Hermione sighed. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find out why you came to me, changed your appearance, and then, did your best to drive me insane, before you let me shag you." Severus said.

When she stayed there, not saying a word, he'd had enough. He took the steps separating them and grabbed her arms. "Legilimens." He growled at her as her eyes met his.

Her memories of tonight floated by and she couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

He saw her drinking with her friends at the pubs early in the evening, saw them all laughing and cracking jokes about Harry and the upcoming wedding. Saw someone suggest a bit of debauchery and saw her slight hesitation before she agreed and went along.

The memory moved onto to them arriving, and he saw her blushing at the men dancing in front of her. Saw her get up and pull Ginny up too, who was just as bored as she was. Saw them go to the bar only to find it too crowded before Ginny suggested them getting another drink in the other part of the club. Saw her talking to her friend as they drank their new drinks.

"Do you think I'm a prude?" Hermione asked .

Ginny frowned. "No, why?"

Hermione shrugged. "I've been uncomfortable since we got here. What does that say about me, that I'm blushing over so many naked blokes shaking their goodies at me?"

The memory jumped along to a new part. He saw Hermione choke on her drink when she spotted them.

"Look!" She croaked out, coughing a final time as she pointed with her free hand.

Ginny followed Hermione gaze and her jaw dropped. "Holy hell, is that...?"

"Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape." Hermione squeaked out.

Ginny took another long sip of her drink. "They are the last two people I thought to find in here."

Hermione picked up her drink again and finished it off. "Let's get out of here before they spot us."

Ginny snagged her hand to keep her from leaving. "You know...we should go over and say hello." A grin starting to form on the redhead's lips.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Are you mad? What would they say at finding us in a place like this?"

Ginny looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Did you forget that they're here too? What have we got to lose?"

Hermione grimaced. "Our pride?"

Ginny giggled again, signaling the bartender for another round of drinks. She paid for them and handed one to Hermione. "Come on, you were just asking if you were a prude. How about we prove that we're not prudes at all?"

Hermione frowned as she took a drink from her glass. "How?"

Ginny grinned. "I've got an idea."

He didn't get to hear the full idea since the memory jumped once again.

Hermione stared in shock. "You want to dance for Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy? Are you nuts?"

Ginny shrugged. "Why not? Who'd know? I know you used to have a crush on Snape and still kind of do, no matter what you try to say otherwise, this could be...therapeutic for you." Ginny said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "How in the hell do you figure that?"

Ginny smirked. "No clue, but I'll dance for Malfoy, if you dance for Snape. Neither of us can rat the other out if we both do it. Come on, Mione, live a little."

The memory skipped again.

"We really shouldn't do this. This is stupid and we're going to get caught." Hermione said, already wearing her emerald green bra and matching thong.

Ginny looked at her again. "No, we're not. Are you saying you never wanted to get down to just your knickers with Snape? Or that you never wanted to have him look at you like you were the most desirable woman around? This is your chance. Its just dancing anyway."

He saw her wavering with her friends question too, saw the look that said that she had wanted to do just what Ginny had asked. She wanted to get down to just her knickers and have him look at her like she was the most desirable woman around. Having seen all he needed to, he pulled out of her mind.

Hermione jerked her arms out of his grasp when she was finally free of his spell, only to stumble when her legs hit the back of the sofa and land ungracefully on the cushions. She quickly jumped back two feet, backing away from him several steps. "How dare you look at my memories? We're not at Hogwarts anymore and you don't have the authoritative power to just take anything from me like that."

Severus' brow rose again. "You think me looking at your memories is worse than what you did tonight?"

Hermione growled at him. "I didn't make you do anything. I didn't make you take or give anything you didn't want to. You said you wanted to touch me and you did so, all on your own too. But, you took my thoughts and memories without my permission, so yes, what you did was much worse."

Severus' lips curved. "Your ways of justification are interesting, to say the least. However, I'm curious, how long have you been harboring a secret crush on me?"

Hermione's lips tightened. "Get out."

His lips curved more. "Oh, I think not, pet."

Hermione glared at him. "Do not call me that. That woman you called that name isn't here any longer."

He took a step towards her, but she took one back. "I'll bet she's still in there." He said, taking another step towards her, only to have Hermione take another one back.

"No, she only came out due to the alcohol she consumed. The effects of the alcohol are gone, same as she is." Hermione said, taking another step back when he moved towards her again.

Severus chuckled, the sound still odd coming from him to her. "You were not drunk, pet. You might have had enough in you to keep you from thinking too hard about what you did, but you were far from drunk."

Hermione went to move back again, as he stepped forward, but found a wall bumping into her back. "I was far from sober too. Now stop...stalking me and...get out. You've had your fun at my expense and now its time for you to go."

He stopped right in front of her and went she went to move around him, his hand shot out and blocked her escape. She went to move the other direction, but he succeeded in caging her in. "Oh no, pet. I'm not going anywhere. The woman that let me touch her is standing right in front of me and was so delicious, I won't be letting her go any time soon. If you really didn't want me still...you wouldn't be wearing my shirt right now." He said, leaning down until their gaze was level.

Hermione swallowed nervously. "Please, just..." Her voice soft before she trailed off, at a loss on what to say to him.

His eyes studied hers, looking for something that showed she really didn't want him. "Please, just what, pet?" He asked her, just as softly. "I may have not really seen you before, but I see you now. I saw too that you wanted exactly what your friend asked you too. You wanted me to look at you, just as I'm looking at you now. Have you changed your mind on what you want now that you've had me?"

Hermione didn't know what made her do it. She didn't even remember having the thought of moving, let alone commanding her brain to do so. But one moment she was leaning against the wall, and then next she had shifted enough to kiss him.

A soft growl escaped him only a heartbeat or two before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. He nipped at her lips to get them open for him, before plunging his tongue in to war with hers.

He picked her up as she kissed him, her legs wrapping around him instantly, and headed for the only open door he saw in her flat. Finding it was her bedroom, he didn't waste a single moment before bringing them both onto her bed.

He didn't bother undressing her the muggle way this time, he used magic to get them both naked. Letting his hands run down her curves before breaking the kiss and moving down her body. He latched onto her breast, feasting on the rounded flesh as she arched under him. Tasting it, running his tongue all around it, before sucking hard on it and moving on to the other one. Giving it the same treatment and adding in a small nip to the puckered nub that had her crying out as she arched again.

Bloody hell, she's so responsive. Bugger me, had I known just how much of a tasty little thing she'd be, I'd have bedded her years ago. He thought as he let his hands glide down her body, finding and parting her folds. He'd spent hours looking for her and now that he had her, he wanted to feel her wrapped around him just like she had been earlier.

Having had a tiny sample of how good she tasted earlier this evening, he slid down her body, wanting to fully taste everything her lovely body had to offer. At the first swipe of his tongue on her, she almost jerked off the bed with how hard she arched into him.

That reaction only had him diving in for more. More of her unique flavor that coated his tongue, more of her passionate little moans that were slipping out, more of her wonderful reactions to everything he did to her. He'd said before he didn't think she'd had anyone with any real skill touch her before, and with just how easily she all but melted for him, it only reinforced his thoughts on it.

She may not have had anyone know what they were doing before, but he knew exactly what to do. He knew where to touch, where to kiss, where to taste to get the most delightful responses from a woman. He intended to show just how well he could please her, because after tonight, she wasn't ever getting away from him again.

When she cried out her release at his tongue's administrations, he lapped up every drop of her and went back for more. She could easily be addicting and he planned on becoming an addict where she was concerned.

When she cried out again, begging him to stop torturing her. He smirked, thinking he could get used to hearing her beg for him, before slithering up her petite frame. Her eyes barely met his before he thrust himself into her.

Her tight, wet heat engulfed him so completely, that he doubted he'd let her leave this bed for at least the next twenty-four hours. They'd need a real break by then and he planned on having her convinced that she didn't want him anywhere else but in her bed at that point.

Giving her a moment to adjust to him, while taking that same moment to savor just how good she felt, he started moving. Keeping his thrusts easy and slow so that she was fully ready for him by the time he gave her all that he had.

When she was lifting her hips to meet each thrust, he sped his pace. His lips on hers, dueling his tongue with hers, as he ran his hands over every inch of skin he could touch on her lovely body. Learning her, claiming every inch of her so that she knew that she was his now.

Hermione broke the kiss as she moaned out her pleasure. "Oh god...Severus...more." Her nails digging into his pale and scarred up back.

Severus reared back and slammed into her, earning a cry so sweet he had to do it again. When she cried out a second time, he thrust into her hard and fast. Her moans and whimpers echoing off her bedroom walls, as she wrapped her legs even tighter around him.

Driving deeply into her again and again as he lost himself in her hot center that was starting to pulse with her on coming release. He grunted when her nails scored his skin, his grip on her hip leaving small bruises as he moved even faster.

"Severus...please..." She whimpered.

"Please what, witch?" He groaned, his hips rocking against hers so hard he knew she'd be sore come morning. Which was why he had made sure to fill his pockets with plenty of both healing and pain potions for them before arriving here.

She cried out again. "I...I want it all." Another cry slipping from her as his thrusts deepened with her words. "I want to feel...all of you." Her walls vibrating even more now, as she moaned long and hard at the coil growing taunt inside her.

"You asked for it, pet." He growled at her, his hands finding hers and pinning her to the mattress seconds before he hammered into her.

Hermione screamed out her bliss as she clamped down on him, earning a harsh grunt from him, but he didn't stop. He just kept up his hard, driving thrusts as she felt her body rapidly moving towards a new release.

Her cries so loud, she knew her neighbors would be complaining later, but at the moment she didn't care. All she cared about was this man, a man she'd been wanting for so long now, who was in her bed and giving her the greatest pleasure she'd ever known before.

She screamed his name when she flew over the edge again, and still he didn't stop. Her whole body shaking and pulsing with the nirvana flowing through her, she wasn't sure she could take much more. But more was exactly what he gave her.

"You're mine, pet." He grunted. "Say it."

Hermione cried out again when he found and kept stroking her sweet spot. He'd robbed her of her ability to speak and he was so lost in his own pleasure at her beautiful responses, that it took him a moment to realize it.

He eased back a small bit, groaning out at the loss of how hard he'd been pounding into her only moments before, but he still demanded her to answer him. "Say it, Hermione. Say you're mine." His voice harsh with his own body growing tight.

Hermione opened her mouth, but only a whimper escaped her. It took every ounce of focus she had to form the words he wanted, words she never thought she'd be able to say to him. "Yes...I'm yours." Her statement ending on a long moan as he braced his hands against her wrists and gave her every drop of power he had inside him.

Driving into her again and again, fighting back his release so she'd scream one last time for him. He wanted to hear her scream his name again before he let himself go. It didn't take long to get what he wanted either.

His name was torn from her lips as she shrieked in pleasure, the sound so jagged, so full of passion that he couldn't hold back and exploded inside her tight, vibrating walls with loud roar of his own.

Thoroughly drained, he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting as he felt the aftershocks of her releases making her walls twitch around him. Needing a moment before he could move a single inch so he wasn't crushing her any longer, like he knew he had to be doing.

When he tried to do so, she tightened her hold on him and wouldn't let him move. Severus felt his lips curve as he buried his face in her damp hair and neck. Letting his bliss fill him as he laid there with her.

Feeling her shallow breaths, he rolled them over so that she was resting on his chest. Her weight much easier for him to bear, than his had been for her. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back lightly. He wasn't normally much for cuddling, but this was one witch he found he didn't mind actually doing it with.

It didn't make much for them both to doze off into sleep, but the pounding at Hermione's door a short while later, startled them both awake. Hermione went to get up, but Severus rolled her onto her back, giving her a gentle kiss before standing up and using his wandless magic to put his pants back on.

The pounding at the door sounded again. I think I get it now, daft drunken wankers. She called it right with the two who have got to be the ones banging on her door. He thought, only moments before he pulled her door open.

"Do you have any idea what time of night it is?" He growled at at two blurry eyed Gryffindors that Hermione called her friends. Well aware that he hadn't a clue as to what time it was himself, and that he'd been doing this very same thing earlier to get Hermione to open the door to him. Though, at least he'd been sober when he'd done it.

Ron sluggishly turned his head to look at Harry. "I think we got the wrong door, mate." He looked at the dark haired man again. "Sorry."

Ron grabbed Harry and they were gone with a crack. Severus shook his head at their stupidity before closing Hermione's door again. Idiots didn't even think about this being a muggle complex before using magic. He thought with a roll of his eyes.

He hadn't taken but two steps back towards Hermione's room, when the banging came again. "You've got to be kidding me." He sighed.

He jerked the door open. "You're in the same place as before, you morons." He growled at them.

Again Ron mumbled a slurred apology and they were gone with another crack. Severus closed the door as Hermione came out of her bedroom, wearing his white shirt again.

Hearing the tale-tell pop of apparation, Severus sighed in annoyance. "I cannot believe these two are your friends." He said to her, waiting for the inevitable loud knock again.

Hermione smirked, but as soon as the banging came again, Severus jerked the door open and the two drunkenly swaying outside almost fell inside the open doorway. "Do you plan on waking every neighbor in this place?" He asked, sounding bored and annoyed.

Harry looked at Ron, neither having really noticed who exactly was glaring at them. "You're too drunk to app..appp...apparate, Ron. Let me do it."

They disappeared again and Severus just shook his head, not bothering to close the door this time.

"You might as well let me answer it this time, Severus, or they'll be doing this all night." Hermione said, fighting a laugh at her friends silliness.

Severus moved out of the way and let Hermione stand there waiting on her friends to show up again. A tiny pop later, both boys fell at her feet. Hermione snorted out a laugh as they looked up at her.

Harry grinned. "See, told you I could do it. Hey, Mione."

Hermione shook her head as she watched them both stumble to their feet. "What on Earth are you two doing here?"

Ron snickered. "Waking some poor bloke up three times since we couldn't find you."

Severus growled in annoyance again and Hermione leaned against the door frame. "No, you found me the first time."

Ron frowned. "No, we didn't." Hiccuping before speaking again. "We went to some blokes place and he got all mad. Asked if we knew what time is was. If we knew that, we'd find an open pub."

Harry looked at her, still weaving on his feet. "Why were you waiting on us, with the door..." he hiccuped too, "...open and dressed..." he hiccuped again, "...like that?"

Severus didn't have nearly the patience that she apparently did. "Because two idiots keep banging on her door and disturbing everyone's sleep." He pointed out.

Ron's frown grew, before he cupped his mouth. "Psst...Mione..." he whispered loudly, "..that bloke from before is in your flat. Quick, come out here with us before...he asks us what time it is again."

Hermione snorted in laughter again and Severus couldn't help the twitching of his lips at just how asinine they really were. "It's okay Ron, I let him in earlier." Fighting a new laugh at the look of confusion on his face. "Now why don't you boys go sleep off whatever it was that you drank."

Harry took that moment to actually focus on the man standing behind Hermione. "Merlin's balls, Hermione, Snape's in your flat. Run before he takes house points away." He slurred before he hit the floor and passed out instantly.

Ron snickered again. "Its not Snape. The bloke in Mione's flat doesn't have a shirt on." Not realizing or caring he was talking to a passed out Harry who couldn't hear him. "Snape never takes off his shirt. His school robes are part of his skin, remember? Dungeon bat and all that?"

Hermione winced at that and chanced a glance behind her to find Severus smirking. Oh, this can't be good, she thought as he moved closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Excellent deduction, Weasley. Now, why don't you scoop up your friend and take him home." Severus said, still smirking.

Ron nodded. "Yes, sir." He bent down and hefted Harry's limp form up. "Mione, can the dungeon bat take away points from your flat?" Still very drunk and not all there.

Severus rolled his eyes again. "Weasley, do me a favor, thank your sister for me about her advice concerning Hermione's therapy. I'll make sure she gets many therapeutic doses from here on out. Now if you'll excuse us, Hermione has a few house points to make up that you idiots lost her. Goodnight." With that, he eased Hermione away from the door and shut it.

He picked her up, ready to carry the still laughing witch back to her bed, when he heard Ron speak again through the door. "Harry, you'll never believe this, Snape is giving Hermione detention in her own flat."

The crack that followed had Hermione laughing even harder as he carried her back to her room. "I believe you have some house points to make up, pet." His lips curving a bit at the absurdity of her friends.

Hermione's laughter finally eased as he laid her down before climbing in with her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he looked down at her, and she smiled at him. "Here I thought you were going to give me detention, Professor." Purposely using his title.

"I'll give you something, pet, but it wont be detention. I promise you that." He growled before crashing his lips down onto hers, as he wandlessly stripped their clothes again.

Since the two drunken morons probably wouldn't get his message right, he'd have to thank Ginny in person for her pushing Hermione to show she wasn't a prude tonight. Though he still held out for keeping Hermione in bed for the next twenty-four hours. He'd could even wait to thank the redhead in a few days at the earliest.

A/N: And there you have it. Personally, the whole interaction at the end with the boys had me in stitches. Ron commenting on Snape giving her detention in her own flat was utterly priceless. Please leave me your thoughts.

Also, I'm working on a Christmas fic that I hope to start posting very soon. It will be short, but still very fun. It's a Lucius/Hermione thing. Take care and Happy Holidays all.