Hello, my lovelies! I know I should be writing on my Inuyasha fic, but I am finding myself stuck in that one. I got tired of waiting to publish something new, and so when inspiration struck me tonight, I thought I had to share. This is meant to be a one-shot. I probably wont write a follow up chapter, but never say never, right?

Anyway, I won't waste much of your time. I hope you enjoy!

I do not own any of the character depicted in this short fic and I am not making any money off of it either.

"Oh, Ronald!" Hermione grunted in frustration as she found herself waking from slumber to a stack of books that was far larger than her initial collection. She had been reading a comparison of the Goblin Wars to the Troll feuds and despite the author's gripping thesis and extensive background research, she had lost her battle with the lady temptress: sleep. Hermione had awoken to find a hastily scribbled note tucked underneath her hair and a growing dark spot on the large tome that was splayed beneath her.

Herms,

Had to run off to meet Lav. Didn't get to finish my potions essay, mind if I read over yours later? Catch you in the common room.

Ron

She tilted her head to the side and saw that he had also scribbled a quick "thanks" in the bottom right corner. She assumed the "thanks" was there for having to put away all the books he had pulled down. Looking over his selection, she shook her head in defeat. Clearly he had no idea what he was looking for. He was looking in all the wrong places to write this essay! Of course he hadn't finished it. One couldn't find the uses of dragon's spore in the "History of Cauldrons" text.

She gave that some thought for a moment. Maybe if he had been intending to speak to the reactivity of dragon's spore with pewter cauldrons versus those made of iron… Then again, Ron had never given her the impression that he was one for tangentially relevant theory. She was definitely losing her mind.

Hermione sighed as she gathered up the textbooks and began sorting them alphabetically, then by subject, and finally into one of her "Keep", "toss", or "later" categories. She placed the "History of Cauldrons" text into her "later" pile in order to further her own tangent with a thorough reading.

Having made a lengthy list of the books she wished to peruse later, Hermione began to put away her texts. She began with her "later" category and ended with the significantly smaller stack of "toss" books which was predominately made up of Ron's lackluster reading material.

Placing the copy of Hemerson Fletching's "The Weighing of 777 Brooms: An exploration of professional Quidditch broomsticks" back into its place on the shelf, along with "Witches: How to keep them" and "Why Goblins Don't Play Chess", Hermione came out of her mind space long enough to notice the sheer emptiness of the Hogwarts library. Now, it was a Sunday evening and it wasn't likely to be bustling, but the lack of any warm bodies within the vicinity had her worried.

"Tempus," Casting her charm with a slight flick of her wand, she paled at the lateness of the hour. "Oh, Hermione," she spoke to herself "You've done it again." It was 2am and she had very clearly missed curfew. In all honesty, she was more surprised that Ronald (as she referred to him during the most frustrating of times) had left her while she slept.

"Then again, it's not like he is known for his chivalrous nature." Hermione scoffed as she tried to gather up her materials.

"I didn't realize I was expected to be chivalrous to students caught out of bed."

The slow and severe hiss of velvet penetrated her inner dialogue and she turned to find Severus Snape coming from the darkness. She groaned and clutched her bag tighter to her chest as she slowly placed her final book into its depths. She heard the sound reverberate within the bag, it now emptier than it had been during the war.

"Professor Snape." Her voice was somewhat shaky as she acknowledged his presence. This was just what she needed. Even being a student of wizarding age, and a war hero no less, could not save her from the restrictive curfew. Hermione was not surprised when Snape proceeded to then iterate that to her.

"Wizarding heroine and Gryffindor 'Princess' you may be, Miss Granger, but you have yet graduated this institution and are thus held accountable to its curfew policy, however inconvenient it is for your… reading." Hermione swore she could hear his sneer as much as see it.

"I am sorry sir. You see, I fell asleep while reading a fascinating comparison by Olevar Thistlebit abo-"

"I don't know where you found your definition of fascinating, Miss Granger, but one does not typically fall asleep when something fits that description." His snark was really on point tonight, she had to admit as she felt herself tripping over her words.

"No, no. You see, sir, I-"

"I do see, Miss Granger. I see a swotty-know-it-all seeking to justify her rule breaking. I did expect more of you, Miss Granger, but alas I find Professor McGonogall's assertion of your predilection of law and order to be quite misplaced."

Hermione felt her face burn as his withering stare continued to bore into her. How dare he say such things! She wasn't trying to break rules. She wasn't will-fully ignoring the rules because she felt herself too big for them. She tried once more to get a word in.

"But sir, I-"

"Yes, well, the Gryffindor Princess always did have a penchant for kissing the arses of her teachers." He growled coldly.

"Well who would know better than the Half Blood Prince himself?! The man whose nose was so far lodged up an arse, it had to grow abnormally large for him to breath properly." Severus smiled as Hermione clapped her hands over her mouth, not quite believing herself as her bag fell to the ground. The tell-tale thunk of her books falling from their catalogued shelves wasn't enough to eclipse her mortification at having insulted one Severus Snape.

The silence was long and drawn, but Hermione couldn't move, couldn't speak. She merely watched the smile form on his lips. She had the briefest thought that maybe he hadn't been offended after all, but that was quickly followed by the thought that maybe he was smiling at the realization that he would have a reason to kill her… or worse, and she couldn't help but gasp at this realization, expel her.

As he stepped closer to her, she took a step back. He took another, and she did so as well, finding herself bumping her rear against the table behind her. He took another moment to look her over before stepping closer once more.

Hermione had the distinct feeling of being hunted. She turned her eyes up to him as he towered over her and watched as he brought his head in close to hear ear. She felt, as much as heard, the deep intake of breath as if to make a point of smelling and savoring her scent.

"Such a cheeky little witch," his voice was like fire and she whimpered as she allowed herself to be burned alive by that voice. "Oh my," he stepped a bit closer, pressing himself against her. "I do believe, I smell a leak. How helpful it is to have such a very long nose, don't you think, Miss Granger?" He rasped in her ear.

"Hu-Huh?" Hermione was suddenly very aware of the dampness between her thighs as she stuttered. She felt her face burning up as the growing bulge of his erection pressed against her stomach. She felt him trace a finger down her arm as he breathed in once more.

"I asked, don't you think it's a good thing I have such a long nose?" He asked again as she felt him lean into her neck to trail his nose across her jaw.

"Hmmm." She felt her eyes close as she felt herself leaning into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her mind was befuddled, she was sure of it. The man opened his mouth, and she lost all sense of language. Was this normal? She felt her heart pound in her chest as he burrowed his nose into her hair. She found herself flipping through her mental library, her mental self throwing her hands up in frustration as she flipped page after page, book after book, as if to find an explanation.

"Your thoughts are loud, Miss Granger. Are you still contemplating the comparison of Goblin wars to Troll Feuds? Or are you perhaps thinking about Thistlebit's more radical conjectures on sex magic?" His hands had come up to rest on her hips as he thrust his pelvis against her slightly. Hermione groaned.

"Or," he whispered, as if afraid the books might over hear, "are you theorizing the onset of selective mute-ism as a result of physical stimuli?"

She hadn't noticed when her hands wrapped around his neck. Or when his hands had lifted her up by the bum to sit her on the table as he attempted to meld their bodies into one. She suddenly felt his hands sliding under her jumper to trace the underwire of her bra. She felt the echoes of his ministrations in her quivering quim.

"Yes," was the only word that escaped her.

"Such prolific prose. I wonder if I can help you to write a novel?" He teased with his snark as well as with his hands. His lips had found hers and was sucking and biting on her lower lip, begging to be allowed entrance. He pushed his clothed cock against the radiating heat of her panties now visible by the lift of her school skirt. She gasped and he found purchase in her mouth with his tongue.

His lips suddenly became more fierce against hers as he moved to lift her jumper. She raised her arms above her head and he heard her curse as he pulled from her lips to alleviate herself of it. When the jumper had been cleared from his line of sight and he looked back into her eyes, he was surprised to see the strength of her lust.

"Does the brave little Gryffindor want something from the house of Slytherin?" He teased as his hands now came around to remove her bra.

"Turn about is fair play, snake." Frustrated from the loss of his lips, Hermione finally found her voice. Having divested her of her jumper, she felt it only right to do the same for him. With a subtle hand gesture, Severus found his frock coat had joined her jumper on the floor.

"Touche, Hermione." And with a flick of his own hand, Hermione found herself laid bare before him.

She squeaked at the sudden chill, her nipples hardening into tips as she raised her hands to cover herself.

"Ah, ah, ah." Severus clasped her hands in his own and pulled her hands together above her head. He leaned her back, his body flush against hers, until her back met the table top and her arms were pinned against it. She felt the bend in her spine and lifted her legs around his waist to alleviate to pressure. Liking her new position, she wiggled her hips against him, causing Severus' breath to hitch and his eyes to close.

"Please, Severus." She didn't know what she was pleading for, merely that she needed him.

"Tempting little minx you are. " and he trailed his mouth down the expanse of her throat and chest until his lips met a rosy tip. He waved his hand and felt the soft press of velvet wrap around her wrists before his fingers teased down her arms.

Hermione was going insane, she was sure. She was surprised at her own wonton behavior as her pelvis pressed more closely against his, the dampness of her panties staining the front of his paints. She was so ready to feel him in her, as if she couldn't be complete without him.

Severus continued to suck and nibble at Hermione's breasts, sucking harder to earn himself a drawn out mewl of pleasure. He pulled away and nudged the tip with his nose before lavishing affections to her other breast. He had a hand pressed firmly against her hip to keep her from bucking him off the table as his other acme down to the apex of her thighs. He traced his fingers across the waist band of her cotton knickers before he grazed his fingers down to press against her opening through the fabric.

"You are making such a naughty mess of your knickers, Miss Granger. Do you know what I do to naughty little witches who can't keep their knickers dry?" he brought his lips against her ear.

She shook her head, no.

"How I do prefer a verbal response, Miss granger. Don't make me ask again: Do you know what I do to naughty little witches?"

"N-no, sir." Her voice was breathy and raspy.

"I spank them with their favorite text book." She saw the gleam in his eyes after he licked the shell of her ear. She shivered at the titillating thought of her bent over the table as he spanked her bottom red.

"Please, spank me, sir. I am such a naughty witch." He chuckled.

"I believe it is "Hogwarts: A History" is it not, Miss Granger?" She nodded as he pulled her legs down from around his waist. "Then I must bend you over this table."

Hermione felt the velvet loosen around her wrists slightly as he helped her to flip over on the table. She felt him nudge her legs apart as he stood off to one side. She felt the sudden chill of the air against her pussy as her knickers disappeared, her skirt bunched around her waist.

"You have a beautiful arse, Miss Granger." He grasped her left buttock and shook it lightly, watching the jiggle in her arse. He trailed his fingers down her crack and against her slit. "Are you ready, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, sir." She nodded, shivering at the too light touch of his finger against her clit. She rolled her hips to try and press him closer when she felt the sudden sting of her book against her arse.

"I am going to spank you now, Miss Granger. You can count aloud." And she heard, more than felt, the crack of another swat against her bottom.

"One, sir" and then there was another, a little harder. "Two, sir."

By the time Severus had gotten to five, her arse was beginning to sting more. Each spanking had gotten harder and harder, less space coming between them. As number six stung her cheeks, a moan escaped her.

"Six, sir." He swung again and her moan came a little louder.

"You will not come until I have said you may." Severus' voice was stern as he appreciated her pink bottom. He continued to swing until she was shivering and moaning with every slap of the book.

"Please, sir, may I come?"

"No," he swung again as she came closer and closer to that edge. He changed the angle of the book as it swung lower against her quim. "Are you going to cream all over your textbook, Miss Granger?"

"Ye-yes, sir. Please, may I come?" she whimpered.

He rubbed the spine of her book against her slit, allowing the corner to nudge her clit as the book parted her nether lips.

"Ahhhh—Sev-Severus, please!" the desperation in her voice made his cock hard.

"Yes, Miss Granger, I want you to come all over your favorite book. I want you to ride this book to orgasm. Come for me, Hermione."

And she did. She ground her quim into the book and rotated her hips until her clit hit that corner. She felt the build up of her orgasm finally release and her juices slowly cover her textbook as her body shook from the force of it.

"Such a naughty witch." Severus spoke. Hermione felt him pull the book from her quim and she heard the distinct sound of it hitting the floor behind her. As the last echoes of her orgasm quivered in her pussy, she felt him come up behind her. She felt his cock nudge against her swollen lips. "Yes, such a naughty witch, indeed." And she felt him push into her slowly, filling her until she couldn't think beyond the feeling of herself stretching to accommodate him.

"uh-uhn. Oh, merlin." She moaned as he started rocking slowly into her.

He bent over her body and whispered into her ear, "Do you like that cock, my filthy little pet?" he pushed against her harder and she nodded emphatically as she bit back a scream.

He took his hands and spread her arse cheeks wider to push into her a little deeper. She just moaned as he snapped his hips a little harder and faster against her, a second coil building again within her core.

As she rose again along the crescendo, his cock beating against her cervix and her pussy constricting again to orgasm, she felt herself dislodge from her surroundings.

A shrill voice was yelling her name as she felt a sharp jabbing sensation against her shoulder.

"Miss Granger!" Madam Pince's voice was now more than irritated. "Miss Granger, wake up at once! It is 5 minutes to curfew. Wake up, girl!"

Hermione stirred, groaning as she rubbed her eyes. "Madam Pince?"

"Yes, you silly girl. Put these books away at once. It is time to head off to your common room. I'm afraid your review will need to wait." The woman stormed off in a huff.

Hermione looked around her briefly before packing up her things and putting her books away. She left the library and was on her way to her common room when she bumped into Professor Snape exiting her Head of House's office.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to- I-"

She went silent as he looked her up and down, his eyes finally settling on her own chocolate ones. She felt as if he could read her very soul with his black eyes. She wondered what she looked like to him. Wondered how he would feel about a cauldron tangent in her essay.

She shook her head and finally moved to step around him when she heard his deep intake of breath through his nose. She turned to look at him with a questioning brow when she heard that velvet voice once more…

"I do believe, I smell a leak, don't you, Miss Granger?"

I hope you guys liked it. This is my first Sevmione fic. I was really trying to capture his snark. LOL I hope I did. Anyway, thanks for joining me.

This is the part where the author begs and then bribes for reviews. LOL Free cyber hugs and well wishes to those who do! ;)