Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sighed as he slipped the last black button through its hole in his customary frock coat. Another day full of the monotony of teaching and dunderheaded children not giving a damn, why should he expect anything different?

After the war, everything went back to almost normal. Minerva had taken over as Headmistress, he had returned to teaching Potions, and some of the students who should have graduated had actually returned to complete their education. Unsurprisingly, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley had not returned, nor had many of their classmates from their year or the year under them. They had taken their honorary NEWTS and were out in the world. Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood, on the other hand, had decided to return and finish out their education "properly".

The Potions Master checked himself over once more; making sure that his cravat was perfectly in place, before sweeping through his office and into his classroom full of energetic second years. Merlin help him.

Four classes later, Professor Snape found himself bored while lecturing his upper-level NEWT class and decided to walk the room hoping to catch an inattentive student. There were only eight children, or technically young adults, in this class so it was much easier to single one of them out if need be. He watched as Miss Lovegood wrote out her notes in a language he had never seen before. As the Professor took a closer look, he realized that she was taking her notes upside down. How curious, he thought to himself as he continued his rounds. Everyone was as they should be and of course, the insufferable-know-it-all was furiously writing at her desk in the corner.

It struck Snape, that something about her seemed unusual today. She was taking notes, but she was writing so quickly and hadn't looked up to make eye contact with him once. He stopped talking for a moment to allow everyone to catch up, and as the students finished, they looked up at him waiting anxiously for him to continue. Everyone except her. The Professor waited just a second more, but she never looked. Curiosity piqued, he continued his lecture, and slowly made his way toward Miss Granger.

As he slowly approached her from behind, he noticed that her parchment was much fuller than any other student's in the class. He rolled his eyes at her need to out-do everyone else and almost ignored her when he noticed that there were no bullets or outline numerals on her parchment. It looked more like she was writing an essay. How dare she do other schoolwork in his class, he fumed to himself. With a scowl he crept up behind her to make an example of the witch when he caught a glimpse of what she was actually writing.

Above all else, the word "fuck" had caught his attention and as he scanned further the word "cock" as well. Being a seasoned spy helped him cover up his surprise as he walked away and continued his lecture. As the Professor roamed the classroom his excitement grew and he was as close to giddy as Severus Snape could get; he had a plan to expose and embarrass the girl and he couldn't wait.

A minute or so before classes were to end for the day, the Professor decided to make his move.

"Miss Granger, please stay after class. I would like to speak with you about something."

Everyone in the room looked at Hermione who was just as confused as they were. The other students packed up their belongings and all but ran out the door when they were dismissed. Hermione shouldered her bag and walked up to the Professor's desk, shaking slightly, but trying to portray confidence.

"Professor Snape? What did you want to speak with me about?"

Snape looked up from his papers and folded his hands on his desk. Tilting his head to the side, with a quirk to his lips he drawled,

"Miss Granger, I was wondering if, perhaps, I could take a look at your notes from today's class. I noticed you were frantically writing and I need a copy of today's notes for an absent student."

Hermione's eyes widened at the request as she unconsciously clutched her bag tighter against her.

"Sir, I really don't think you need my n-" she stammered as she was cut off.

"On the contrary Miss Granger, I do need your notes. Give them to me. Now." He demanded in his calm, level, and deadly voice.

Hermione whimpered quietly as she reached into her bag and pulled out her "notes" for the day. She took a deep breath and handed the rolled up parchment to her Professor, not quite letting go as he tried to take it from her. Severus watched as a blush ran up her neck and into her cheeks. His eyes glittering and a smug smirk on his face, he unrolled the parchment.

The Professor scanned through it quickly realizing it was story of sorts and was looking for the words that had caught his attention earlier. He was halfway down the parchment when he came across "She kneeled down in front of him and slowly, teasingly opened his trousers and pulled out his hard and eager cock. She looked into his dark eyes as she brought her mouth closer to him and swiped her tongue across the sensitive tip. His gasp of surprise and pleasure was all she had needed to hear as she took him into her mouth completely."

Severus continued to read, but could feel a flush starting to suffuse his own cheeks and the stirrings of arousal were slowly taking a hold of him. He knew he should stop reading and berate her, but he couldn't help himself, and he ploughed on. The scene had continued and remained just as detailed and erotic as before. The man had just stripped them both naked and had started eating out the woman in the story, but the woman was begging him to fuck her. The man draped the woman over a desk and slowly entered her. Severus was beet read by this point, but almost fell out of his chair when he read, "Mmm yes… Severus, just like that. You feel so fucking good."

Fully aroused and definitely surprised, the Professor looked up from the parchment into the face of his student. She was still standing there, but she looked different to him. She had grown up and had been through a lifetime of experience and turmoil. Looking back at him was a woman who was confident and looking him dead in the eye with a fire he had never seen before. He gulped and searched for the right words to say, but in that moment nothing was coming. No scathing remarks, no cutting jibes, absolutely nothing. Severus Snape was speechless for the first time in his life.