Okay, I lied! I had one more scene that wouldn't leave me alone! At least I didn't make you wait a month for it!

Disclaimer: It's not mine! It's JK Rowling's! Which is why she is rich, and I am not.

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Severus slowly surfaced from a heavy sleep. He didn't want to be awake. It had to still be night. Unfortunately, something was relentlessly brushing against his skin. His very warm skin. His eyes shot open as he suddenly became aware that the something was actually a someone.

A very naked, and mischievous looking Hermione Granger was brushing her slim fingers over his chest and down his stomach, coming tantalizingly close to a rapidly-hardening part of Severus's body. He raised a sardonic brow at her. "Do you intend to have your wicked way with me, witch?" he challenged.

An impish smile spread over Hermione's face. "Indeed." Hermione was not inexperienced. She was not particularly over-experienced either. Still, she had never felt the urge to be wanton with anyone else. Ron had requested this particular favor before, and then refused to repay in kind. Hermione had not enjoyed it, and had been less than pleased when Ron had simply rolled over to sleep. In fact, she had refuse to participate again. Shortly after, Ron had broken up with her. Whatever.

Now, however, Hermione was extremely interested. She felt supremely naughty as she stroked her fingers over his skin and took in his body. He was long and lean. Muscular, but slim. Totally irresistible. Hermione knelt above him and lightly brushed his chest with her lips. She licked a light circle around his nipple. The slight hitch in his breath told Hermione how hard Severus was striving to remain still. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides, and his eyes watched her every move intently.

His heart thudded in his chest as Hermione let her kisses and nibbles glide over his chest and down his stomach. The muscles of Severus's stomach clenched reflexively as she slid her lips ever closer to her final objective. "Does it hurt? Am I doing it wrong?" she asked too innocently as she raised her whiskey-colored eyes to his.

Severus frowned fiercely. "You know damn well you are doing it right!" he muttered hotly.

"So, does it feel…delicious?" Severus refused to answer, so Hermione let her fingers caress the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

Severus groaned as Hermione's soft hand suddenly closed over his hard flesh. "Merlin, yes!" he gasped out. Hermione stroked him lightly with her hand as she leaned over him and blew against his heated skin. His body jerked eagerly when she finally pressed her lips to his erection. Severus shuddered as her hot mouth opened and she took him into her mouth.

Hermione closed her lips over the swollen head, tasting him with her tongue, intent on giving Severus the same pleasure he'd given her earlier in the night. His body was rigid as he fought to not lose his control.

Hermione had never felt more powerfully aware of herself as a woman. His helpless responses aroused her beyond belief. Images of his thrusting deeply inside her body compelled her to suck gently, finally pulling a helpless moan from Severus. Hermione could feel her body growing wet, her blood swirling with her own arousal and excitement. As Severus struggled to maintain his control, Hermione continued to do her best to drive him into a frenzy.

Her fingers fondled his length as her mouth sucked. She slipped her fingers lower and softly grasped the soft sacs beneath. A low growl exploded from Severus, and, barely a heartbeat later, his control broke. His hips rose to meet her mouth, driving his entire length deeper into the recesses of her mouth. His obvious hunger only served to heighten Hermione's desire. She sucked harder and pushed Severus over the edge.

Severus clenched his jaw and grabbed Hermione by the shoulders. "Enough!" he gasped. Flipping her over onto her back, Severus plunged between her thighs to the waiting heat at her core. His face was hard with need as he slammed relentlessly into her body. Hermione arched to meet him, incoherent cries of pleasure being pulled from her.

Hermione felt the fire building within her only moments before she shattered. At the sound of her pleasure, Severus relinquished his tight hold on his control and thrust one last time into her. He groaned her name into her neck and, for the second time that night, collapsed replete in his lover's arms.

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Once again, Severus felt himself reluctantly surfacing from sleep. This time, however, the cause was not a nubile young woman pleasuring him, but rather an annoying cheerful male voice coming from the fire in the office just through the door. With a groan, Severus extricated himself from Hermione (and her hair, which had practically taken over the bed) and slid from beneath the covers. Grumbling at the cold feeling of stone under his bare feet, Severus grabbed his robe from beside the bed and stalked into his office.

"What?" he spat at the over-happy face of Albus Dumbledore shining from his fire.

"Good morning, my boy! I hope things are going well for you! I felt it might be prudent to call you from this fire instead of the one in your room. Was I correct?" A hopeful twinkle shimmered in the old man's eye.

"You know damn well that this was the best fire to call from. Now, what the hell do you want? I have an overwhelming desire to return to my bed!" Severus glared at the face of Albus Dumbledore, who smiled unrelentingly back at him.

"I was just going to let you know that you are almost late for breakfast. Which, ordinarily wouldn't matter, but so is Ms. Granger. That is most odd. There are certain people who might notice if both of you don't appear. I don't particularly mind if you are both to miss breakfast, but there are those who might frown on not eating the most important meal of the day. At least until term ends in a few weeks. I would suggest you both are very careful not to miss it. That is all. See you in a bit!" Albus waved cheerfully and disappeared into the embers.

Severus groaned. The old man was right. He and Hermione were doing nothing illegal, still, there were those that would not be pleased about the relationship. Not as long as Hermione was his student. They would have to tread carefully. Severus glared moodily at the now empty fire. Suddenly, his mood lightened.

Albus was right. They couldn't miss breakfast. Hermione surely would need to be awakened and she most likely would want a shower. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for two showers. Severus grinned. He supposed they would simply have to share. With a slight spring to his step, Severus reentered his room, intent on waking the sleeping beauty in his bed.