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This is it! I've finished my first fanfic! This is the chapter where it all happens! Snape and Hermione get verrrrry naughty! Enjoy!

*To answer the question: Dumbledore is alive because I want him to be alive, and it's all about me! =] Same reason Snape is alive and there are 8th years at Hogwarts. Sometimes you just gotta change things!

That's done, thought Hermione. I wonder what I have to do next. She sat back on her heels. The last row of ingredients and potions had been placed on the bottom shelf. Hermione checked her list one more time to make sure everything was completed and marked. Nodding her head in satisfaction, Hermione glanced over her shoulder toward Professor Snape's desk. Instead of sitting in his desk, Professor Snape was leaning in the doorway of the storeroom watching her as she knelt on the floor. She hadn't even heard his approach.

"Well, Miss Granger, we seem to find ourselves in this position quite frequently. Unfortunately," he said sadly as he shook his head, "nothing ever comes of the situation." Snape met her eyes with an unspoken challenge.

Hermione's breath hitched in her chest. Did he just say what I thought he did? The fire in his eyes seemed to challenge her. Hermione was never one to back down from a challenge. Two can play this game. She turned her body fully around so she was directly facing him. Her hands lifted long enough to flick open the two buttons on her blouse that she had previously fastened before coming to rest on her thighs, which she spread apart slightly. "Why, Sir, do you suppose that is?" she asked with a sweet smile. Hermione was rewarded when Snape's dark eyes widened briefly at her action.

Snape looked down at the girl on her knees. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Couldn't believe he was actually seducing one of his students in the storeroom. Or, he thought, is she seducing me? I don't think it matters at this point. What's done is done. Severus studied her upturned face. Her full lips were slightly parted in an innocent smile and her cheeks flushed, while her eyes sparked back at him. With his eyes he followed the smooth line of her jaw, down the pale column of her neck, and finally to the full cleavage that peeked out of her partially unbuttoned blouse. The ball was, metaphorically, in his court.

"I suppose, Miss Granger, it is because no one has taken the initiative," he drawled. Snape refused to make the first move. If she was going to go through with this, it would be entirely her doing. Every nerve in his body was on edge, his muscles taut. His cock had swelled in his pants until things were becoming uncomfortable. Severus could swear that he could even smell her arousal as his nostrils flared.

The sweet smile on Hermione's face turned into a smirk. "I was always accused of being a little too forward," she stated. With that, she raised herself higher on her knees and, before Severus could move, slipped one hand into the waistband of his trousers while her other hand tugged on the fastenings. Hermione pulled open his trousers and released the erection that was straining toward her. Hermione licked her lower lip in anticipation and wrapped her hand around his cock. She leaned forward and wrapped her full lips around the head and sucked lightly.

Snape thought he must have died and gone to heaven. Her mouth was warm and wet on his heated flesh. He should have known she would be perfect at this too. He doubted she would allow herself to be less than perfect at anything. Hermione sucked and licked, bringing forth a strangled moan from his mouth. His hands flew to tangle in the curls on her head. Severus couldn't bring himself to look away from the sight of Hermione servicing him on her knees. Eventually, when she began to stroke while nipping lightly, Snape used the hand he had in her hair to pull her away.

"Enough," he said in a ragged voice, "or this experience will end all too soon! Where, by the gods, did you learn that?" Hermione didn't answer, but smirked up at him instead. Her lips were wet and shining. Snape couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up from the ground, crushing her curves against his lean body. His lips crashed down on hers as her arms raised to circle his neck.

Snape lowered one of his hands to slip under the hem of her skirt. He pulled the lace of her knickers aside and slid one long finger along her wet slit. Hermione gasped, then moaned into his mouth. She was so hot and wet for him. Severus used one arm to hold her tightly and continued to stroke her.

The man had the hands of a god, Hermione thought as she moaned and writhed against him. She whimpered, and Snape smiled. "That's it, my girl." He thrust two fingers into her swollen flesh, causing Hermione to cry out in delight. She was quite certain she was melting. The fire that had consumed her since she pictured Snape spanking her rushed through her body. Shaking, Hermione was caught off guard as her body erupted with an intense orgasm.

Severus took advantage of her weakened state. He quickly removed her knickers and turned her to face the wall of the storeroom. He pulled her skirt up to her waist and positioned himself against her. Hermione went rigid when she felt the hot, smooth flesh of his erection brush against her bare skin. "Easy, Hermione. You aren't a virgin, are you?" Snape gasped the question as he tried to rein in his passion. Hermione couldn't speak, but she shook her head. Snape smiled gratefully and eased himself into her hot passage.

Hermione moaned with pleasure as Severus thrust deeply into her. She twisted and writhed, her hands pressing hard into the wall. He grasped her hips to hold her steady and picked up the pace of his thrusts, all the while speaking in her ear with a passion-filled voice. "Yes, Hermione, gods, woman, you feel amazing! So hot, so sweet, yes, come for me again." Hermione couldn't hold back against his soft command. Suddenly the fire blazed again through her body, and she cried out as another orgasm crashed over her. Behind her, she felt Snape shudder and groan as he reached his orgasm too. Her cries and his groan echoed through the storeroom.

After a moment, Severus gathered Hermione up into his arms and carried her to the chair behind his desk. He settled her on his lap, and concentrated on breathing. Hermione felt his heart racing in his chest as she leaned against him. She had never felt so, so, satisfied after a sexual encounter. Ron had never gotten it quite right. He tried, but just didn't get it. Her summer romance with the boy down the street from her parents' home had been good, but nowhere near this. Apparently, she thought with a sigh, experience does count for something.

Snape felt her sigh and tightened his hold on her. He cleared his throat. He had to say something, but wasn't quite certain how to begin. As he opened his mouth, Hermione pushed herself away from his chest so she could see his face.

"Umm, wow?"

He raised his eyebrows at her exclamation, before smiling gently at her. "Wow," he replied, nodding. "You, Hermione, are as proficient at sex as you are at homework. Or perhaps better." Hermione smiled at the compliment.

"And you, Severus, are amazing. Experience is the best teacher."

"Hmph, I thought I was the best teacher."

Hermione giggled. "Well, I would definitely say you are now, although I haven't received this kind of instruction from any of my other teachers…" Hermione glanced slyly at him through her eyelashes. "I suppose I could ask for private tutoring from Prof. Lupin-!" Hermione squealed as Snape captured her chin with his hand and kissed her, hard.

"I think not. Any private tutoring will be provided by me." He smirked at the dazed expression on her face. "And, since I am your teacher, perhaps I should mention that it is almost curfew. If you don't want detention with another teacher, you'd best be on your way." Hermione's face fell at his dismissal. Once again, Snape kissed her. "Stop your incessant worrying. I am not dismissing you because I am done with you. Far from it. I don't play games. You're mine, and I intend to tutor you as frequently as possible."

He pushed her gently from his lap, and accio-ed her discarded clothing from the storeroom floor. Rather than hand them to her, he placed the knickers in his pocket. Hermione smiled and reached to pick up her bag. She headed toward the door. Before placing her hand on the door to push it open, Hermione glanced over her shoulder with a smile. "Good night, Sir."

"Good night, Miss Granger." Hermione started out the door. "Oh, Miss Granger? One more thing."

Hermione turned around as Snape called to her. He held out a small bit of parchment. Hermione could see Ginny's handwriting scribbled on the parchment. She raised her eyes to his face as her cheeks flushed.

Snape smirked at her. "Do you have anything you need to ask me?"