A/N Hey everyone and welcome to my second piece of fanfic. It's my second one involving SS/HG and some might hate me for this one as Snape is a bit of a bad boy lol. The story is written from both SS and HG point of view but I will make it clear who's doing the talking so not to confuse anyone. I had planned to do it as a one-shot, but I now think it's going to be a couple of chapters long. Please feel free to leave a review, they are always welcome even the critiques lol. Anyway HP belongs to J.K Rowling. I do not own it.

I had it all

SS POV

It has been seven months. Seven long, lonely months since we last had sex, since we had even been intimate in anyway. Minus of course the occasional chaste kiss to the forehead or cheek. True I had gone years without regular sex before, sometimes even months without it, but lying next to my beautiful wife every night, having her so torturously close but unable to touch or taste her. Well that was worse than the Cruciatus curse. It was like having this wonderful amazing prize within your grasp but unable to reach it. Seven months of being just a neighbour to her in our bed left me a starved man.

Why had we turned from being a passionate couple, acting like two horny teenagers who couldn't keep their hands off of each other for more than two seconds? Why did we become exhausted and passionless in seven months? Well the answer to that was easy. His name was Samuel Snape and he was five months old.

Granted things between Hermione and I had moved fast. After the War she nursed me back to health after Naginis attack. She stood by me as I went to trial and was pardoned and named hero, by everyone including Harry Potter. She even spoke to me when we both returned to Hogwarts. Me to teach Potions and her to repeat her 7th year. Hermione didn't care about my so called hero status; she cared about me and the man I was. The man I could be now that I was free from my two Masters. Her faith in me was astounding and her friendship became one of the most important things in my life. So once a friendship had formed, a tentative romantic relationship began, as our feelings grew and changed. After dating for a year we became engaged and then after two we married, moving away from my childhood home in Spinners End. I was a happy man. I had the life I had always wanted, but never felt I deserved. With the woman I loved. A woman I knew I was undeserving of. She was beautiful, kind and compassionate, always seeing the best in everyone, although she did have a fiery temper which I also loved. She was intelligent, loyal to fault and damn right sexy. And for some reason she loved me. Even though I was happy with my life, I was not content. Now that I had a taste for the good life I wanted more. I wanted a child, or four, a family of my own. She told me it was too early but I and pleaded, huffed and begged making her feel like the guilty selfish one. She loved me so much she gave in and so here we are.

I love my son but parenthood has not been easy. Hermione's pregnancy was difficult right from the very beginning. First with morning sickness, and fainting fits, then towards the end she developed a painful problem with her pelvis. Her labour was also difficult as complications arose, and at one point I actually thought I was going to lose them both. Samuel was born healthy and it took Hermione some time to recover.

As time went on Samuel became a demanding child, always wanting fed, always wanting attention, not settling great at night. Hermione became exhausted and emotional and I felt guilty because I couldn't help as much as I wanted because of work. She spent all of her time with Samuel and although I sound like a spoiled brat I was jealous, jealous of my own child because she never had time for me anymore. At one point I was the centre of her world, her priority but now things had changed and he became her main priority. Gone were our conversations, not just the sex, our long talks and debates. Gone were the nights we used to spend curled on our couch, reading with a good book and glass of wine. Samuel always came first. And honestly I began to resent it. I began to resent them.

Tonight I had to give a talk on my new research at a Potion Conference in London then attend the after party being held in our Honour. It wasn't a large conference but a few important people were going to be there. I wanted my wife by my side at this event but she couldn't go. Samuel was teething and had a temperature so she of course had to stay at home and look after him. So I went by myself.

I was last to speak, so afterwards everyone left the small room to attend the after party while I stayed behind to pack up my research notes away. It wasn't until I heard someone clearing their throat that I realised I wasn't alone.

Turning my attention to see who it was I saw Amber Wheatley, Potions Mistress. She had long blonde hair and beautiful clear blue eyes. She was young, vibrant and sexy as hell wearing a stunning blue dress, the skirt going to mid-thigh, showing off her perfectly long silky looking legs and black high heeled shoes. Attraction and longing stirred within me at the sight of this stunning woman.

"May I help you?" My voice sounded huskier than I intended. Noticing it she smiled flirtatiously and rose from her chair, sashaying her curvy hips towards me. Licking her luscious red lips, I gulped hard. The blood in my body moved south awakening my arousal. Stopping in front of me, she looked over my body, lingering at my obvious erection protruding proudly, before tilting her head in the most seductive way to gaze into my eyes.

"I'm sure you can, but right now I want to help you." Leaning forward she kissed me, and all the breath left me at once. It was enticing and delicious, totally forbidden and intoxicating, leaving me wanting more, as feelings that had long been asleep woke with vigour. I moaned against her mouth, unable to stop myself, before pushing her away, realizing what I was doing. What I wanted to do.

"What do you think you are doing I am a married man Miss Wheatley?" I tried to sound angry, but even to my own ears I sounded like a whiney horny man. I wanted her in this moment and she knew.

"What your wife doesn't know won't hurt." She smiled with victory, as I let out a feral growl and lunged towards her in order to devour her mouth. I was a starved man. What else was I to do?

HPOV

I knew how hard things have been for Severus and I since Samuels birth. I knew I wasn't giving him the attention he deserved, but as a mother Samuel was my first priority, his needs were more important. Honestly, I didn't want a baby this early in our marriage, I didn't feel we would be ready and I didn't think Severus would share me just yet. But he wanted a child and who was I to deny him after all he had been through over the years. Parenthood was a lot more difficult than either of us anticipated but I loved my son more than anything, even if I did feel like a part of me had been sucked out. Severus was always working, leaving me feeling like a single mother at times, but I couldn't resent him for that after all he was taking care of us and providing for us. His family.

I missed him so much and longed for him. As stupid as that sounds I missed us, our talks, our cuddles, our sex life. Even though he was there, he wasn't. We became strangers to each other.

So on the night of his big talk I decided to surprise him. Samuel however, developed a temperature because of teething, so I was at first reluctant to leave him, but Ginny had persuaded me to go. She would look after him after all she was a mother herself.

Reassured I waited for Severus to leave before setting my plan into motion. Ginny arrived to take Samuel away, so once my boy was gone I began to set to work on myself. I had booked a hotel room for the night so that Severus and I could rekindle our lost passion and remind each other of our love, so I wanted to be perfect for him. I wanted tonight to be perfect for him.

I bathed, put on moisturiser, done my hair and make-up and put on a beautiful red wrap dress that showed off my womanly curves and ample bosom, a present left behind from carrying my son. I finished off my look with high stiletto heels, that I knew drove Severus insane, as he had a thing for a woman in heels. The best part of my outfit was what was hidden underneath. I wore red lace that I knew would bring the spark back to us. With one last look in the mirror I was happy with my appearance and excited to see the look on my husband's face.

So I apparated to the conference centre, looking around for my husband. He wasn't a hard man to spot in a crowd as he was so much taller than most, plus I could spot the shoulder length black hair a mile away. But this time I couldn't see him.

Stopping a fellow guest I asked him if he had seen Severus Snape about. He apologised and shook his head before walking off. So I stopped a second person, asking him the same question. He suggested for me to look in the lecture room as Severus had stayed behind to gather up his things. Giving me directions he pointed me the way and I left thanking him.

Grabbing two flutes of champagne, I smiled to myself and headed towards the room that he suggested. I stopped at the door hearing a couple of indistinct noises and thought that this must be the right room. Adjusting my shoulders, I opened the door ready to say 'surprise'. But unfortunately it was me who got the surprise as the words caught in my throat.

I could feel the colour draining from me as my heart shattered in my chest and I struggled to breathe. The champagne flutes falling to the floor. Shattering and breaking just like my heart had.

I was not at all prepared for the sight of my husband, the man I loved, the father of my child, thrusting in and out of a blonde haired harlot. She was bent over a desk, her skirt up and bunched around her waist, revealing her perfect smooth ass, as my husband fucked her from behind. He was so caught up in fucking her that it took him a while to realize I was there. And when he did, all I noticed was his dark lust filled eyes widen in shock.

With a heart wrenching sob I left, and as I walked I heard him call my name.

SPOV

Somewhere deep down I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I was so consumed with lust and want nothing else mattered. At this moment I wanted this woman and I was going to have her. There was nothing gentle or loving about what we were doing. It was hot and sexy and just pure lust. Pushing her skirt up roughly around her slender waist, I yanked off the thin silk material of her underwear, not caring that I basically ripped them off. I spun her around and pushed her forcefully onto the desk, her stomach lying flat against the cold wood, her perfect round ass pointing towards me. I could see her own desire glisten hotly between her legs, and that only fuelled my need. The brutality of that moment made her moan and his yes, other than that one single word, nothing else was said. Unbuttoning my belt, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard aching member. With one hard pull, from tip to shaft, I positioned myself at her wet entrance and with one swift move, thrust into her. I did not care if she was ready or not, I needed to be inside of her. This wasn't love making, it was pure unadulterated fucking.

She felt so good, so tight around my aching member; our moans rang out with that first thrust. I didn't think of my wife then, or the fact that I had broken our sacred vows, all I felt was the all consuming passion and welcome relief at being inside this, unknown temptress.

Pulling out to the tip I thrust back into her, hard and fast, my hands grabbing her hips, which would no doubt leave bruises. Our moans grew louder with each thrust, and the desk began to rattle and scrape across the ground with the sheer force of my movements. The feeling was electrifying sending the best sensations across my body. All the pent up frustration I had been feeling was slowly coming to the boil, as I thrust in her again and again, harder and harder each time.

I was growing closer to my orgasm, and I knew I wouldn't spill my seed in her. I would pull out and spurt it on her back, marking her as the harlot she was. With another thrust, my whole world was brought crashing down around me. At first my mind didn't register another presence; I was too focused on my impending orgasm. But then I heard a gasp followed by something crashing. My gaze flicked over to the door and my heart stopped. A strangled aching sob filled the room, bringing with it the reality of the situation.

Hermione, my beautiful Hermione was standing in the doorway, her face pale, her doe-like eyes wide with such hurt and confusion. The heartbreak she felt was clearly etched on her perfect face. Heartbreak that I had caused her. She watched as I fucked another. Then she turned and fled.

"Hermione." I yelled, while I was still in another woman. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized what I had done. I had hurt the woman that I loved my wife, friend and lover.

Finally pulling out, I tucked my now flaccid penis back into my boxers and zipped up before running after her. I had to find her and explain. I needed her to forgive me. I loved her. I needed her.

What had I done? I was frantic with fear as I searched. Then I saw her leaving the entryway. I ran. Ran until I reached her. Ran before she could apparate away leaving me alone without her.

I grabbed her and pulled her roughly into my arms, as she sobbed hard against my suit jacket.

"Hermione." I whispered breathlessly, my voice hitching at the pain I had caused her. My own emotions rapidly flowing through me.

She pulled away from me, her small hands clenched in tight fists as she pounded into my chest. The pain and anguish written clearly on her face. I didn't stop her though. I deserved her anger, her hits.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." She spat and hissed at me, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks, as she kept pounding my chest. Each word from her mouth was like a self-inflicted dagger to my heart. "How dare you? How dare you? I can smell her, I can smell it on you." She screamed.

"Hermione." I whispered. My own guilty tears now running down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I pleaded.

She pushed me away and I saw the anger and fury on her face.

"You're sorry. You're bloody sorry." She sneered. "Do you think that's going to make everything all right? Do you think that's going to wipe the image of my husband fucking some whore from my mind?" I flinched at her use of a curse word. She never swore and hearing it now from her beautiful mouth pained me. "I loved you Severus, I gave you everything and this is how you repay me. And all you can say is you're sorry." She laughed sardonically and began to pace. All I could do was watch and hope for forgiveness. Spinning around she pointed one finger at me. "Does our life together mean absolutely nothing to you? Does my love mean jack shit to you? Did you ever love me Severus, or was I nothing but a way to pass time? I bet you wouldn't have cheated on her?" She spoke with so much venom and hatred.

My heart broke at her words. Was that what she thought, that I didn't love her? That she was second best to the woman I loved first, Lily Evans.

"How can you say that Hermione? I love you, you're everything to me. Our life is everything to me. Please I made a mistake, a terrible terrible mistake. Please let me make it up to you. Let me make it right again." I begged her and tried to reach for her but she pulled away.

"What else do you expect me to think after what I just saw? That wasn't just a mistake Severus. You call fucking up our life a mistake. Because believe me that's what you've done."

Her words stung, but I couldn't stop her from being angry. I had no right to stop her.

"Hermione, no. Please no. Don't say that. Don't give up on us. Please." My heart clenched at my own stupidity. And right at this moment she couldn't possibly hate me as much as I hated myself.

She laughed at my words and sneered at me.

"Don't you dare Severus. It was you who gave up on us, when you decided to fuck someone else. Whatever our problems were, we could have worked it out together." She covered her face with her hands and sobbed, her whole body shaking with each shuddering one. I tried to pull her into my arms to comfort her but she pushed me away violently and slapped me hard across the face. "Don't you dare touch me Severus. Don't you ever try to touch me again. You make me sick." She spat out, her whole face flushed red and swollen with her tears. "We're over. I can't even look at you right now. I just hope that she was worth it Severus, I really do."

I sank down to my knees as her words came crashing down on top of me. I held onto the hem of her dress with one hand, while the other snaked up around her waist. Burying my head against her stomach I breathed in her warm scent. My tear soaked cheeks left damp patches against the material of her dress but I didn't care. I didn't want to let her go. If I did, she would leave, and I couldn't bear her leaving me.

"Please, I'm begging you Hermione. Don't leave me please. I love you so much. I need you so much. Please. You're my life. Please."

Out of habit, she bent her head and kissed my hair, the sobs causing her body to shake violently.

"I can't Severus. You've hurt me so much. How can I believe a word you say after what I've just seen? How can I forget?" Taking a deep intake of breath, she pulled away, causing me to almost fall to the ground. Wiping away the tears on her expressionless face, she looked her nose down at me, and in the coldest voice I had ever heard from her she said, "I always knew you were a bastard Severus. But I never knew you could be this big a one."

Her words stung me more than anything that night, cutting deeper than any knife could and before I could reply I watched helplessly as she apparated away. Hermione, my beautiful Hermione's whose heart I had just moments ago broken, left me in a crumpled heap on the ground.

In a short space of time I had managed to completely destroy the life I had so often dreamed about. I had everything. And in one moment of weakness lost everything. I had only myself to blame and I knew how weak and pathetic I truly was. I didn't deserve her and after tonight, I had gone and proven it.

The only thing I wanted to do now was drink away my sorrows with a bottle of firewhisky and pray things would be better in the morning. That this was just a horrible horrible nightmare, and that tomorrow my life would be as it should be. I didn't know where Hermione was and I didn't want to go home to the place we shared, especially if she wasn't there. So instead I apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and booked a room for the night. Taking a bottle of firewhisky and a glass up with me.