A/N:
The part in italics is a flashback. This chapter is from Hermione's POV only. Please R&R, and be gentle! First fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fanfiction in it's entirety. Characters belong to J.K, only the plot and writing itself belongs to me.

This was truly it. The final battle was here, dawning upon us all. The atmosphere throughout the castle was gloomy, all of our attitudes and moods that of pure fear and dread. We all knew that it was coming; we could feel it in the air. And we were all prepared to lose those that mattered to us the most. And for me, that was someone that no one else would ever expect. I could never tell anyone who it was, though. Flashbacks shot through my mind, zoning me out from the current events.

I scurried along the cold corridor of the dungeons, passed Professor Snape's classroom extra quietly so not to disturb him. I knew that he listened extra carefully at this time of night for footsteps. I arrived at the storeroom, and looked up at the gangly, old wooden door infront of me. I slipped my wand from the inside pocket in my cloak, and pointed it towards the lock, which I would assume was locked.

"Alohamora,"

I whispered gently, and the handle merely rattled. I frowned slightly, my eyebrows furrowing together. Regardless, I went on, slipping my wand back into my pocket before doing so. I reached out for the door handle, but the door flew open before my hand could come in contact with it. I stepped backwards, a sharp gasp escaping my already parted lips. I looked upwards at the man that revealed himself, and I felt nothing but fear and dread as I looked up at the cold eyes which were staring back at me.

"P-professor," I whispered, falling over the only word I could choose to speak.

"Miss Granger. I dread to think of what was so urgent that you had to be out of bed at gone past midnight, and trying to sneak into my private stores,"
Came the cold, dark voice. I looked away from him, which earned a grunt of disapproval.

"Not only have you broken the mandatory school rule of not being out of bed after dark, but you have tried to sneak into my stores, yet again."

Then he fell silent; I didn't know if I was glad he had, or rather upset he had. That would mean I would have to respond, wouldn't it? I looked up at him, my dark eyes surveying his. I was thinking of an answer, a good, valid excuse. I stuttered audibly before one came to mind.

"Uhm, I was... I was looking for something to ease some pain of mine, Professor,"
I whispered bleakly, though I knew straight away it was nothing to confuse the highly intelligent Potions master. He scoffed, and took a step towards me, glowering down at me.

"Do not mistake me for a fool, Miss Granger."
He stopped and folded his arms over his broad chest.

"Your gullible friends may believe your poignant excuses, but I most certainly do not."
He rolled his eyes, and I looked away from him. Why was it so hard to keep my gaze fixed to his? Was it the fact that his gaze was so cold, dark and mysterious? Or was it that I found it quite alluring? I sighed gently, and he grabbed hold of my arm.

"I suggest, Miss Granger, that you never wander upon my stores ever again,"
He mused and I nodded ever so slightly.

"P-professor, may I go back to my dormitory?"
I asked, locking my own eyes with his, getting lost in the depth of his eyes. He shook his head.

"No. Punishment is required,"
he mused strongly, though his tone had hushed, moderately so. I nodded gingerly and looked away from him.

"Follow,"
He ordered of me, and I had no option but to oblige. So I did. I followed him into his classroom, and he made me follow him to his desk. He pulled a chair to the front of his desk, whilst he sat in the large chair situated behind it.

"I will get the real answer out of you, Granger, whether you wish to give it to me or not."
I thought he meant Veritaserum at first, but he knew he wasn't allowed to do that. Nor did I realize what he had planned to do. When his leg gingerly brushed against mine, I frowned at him, cocking my head to the right a little bit. What on earth? When he stood up and came to stand infront of me - in the gap he had intentionally left, I would learn later - and look down at me. I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised, a look of sheer confusion etched upon my features.

"You must tell me the truth, and I will force you to if I have to,"
He pulled me up, and looked straight into my eyes. I looked back - no, glared. I wasn't going to take anything from him, I hadn't actually stolen anything. I had thought about it, but that was it. He begun to lower his face to mine, and I could feel his hot breath ghosting upon my cold skin. I blinked harshly as my eyes began to water, but I kept my gaze fixed upon his. He kept edging closer - his body touching mine, warming my cold frame up. His nose was touching mine, his breath getting hotter as he got closer. It was only a mere movement later that he collided his own lips with mine. It was a fierce kiss for a few moments. Everything in my mind was screaming at me to get him to stop, but I couldn't. As the kiss became more heated, I grew less aware of who I was kissing, where we were and the current circumstances. He pushed me backwards against the desk, the bottom of my back hitting the desk itself. He was being rough with me - yet I didn't mind. Punishment? I wouldn't exactly call it that... I moaned lightly in response to the push, and this just seemed to make him kiss me harder.

I had no idea what on earth had gotten into him, but I wasn't sure that I disliked it in any quantity. His hands began to wander then, but he wasn't being at all gentle. His hand snaked up my inner thigh, and stopped just where my underwear lay. My breath hitched and I pulled away from the kiss, which earned a groan of disapproval from Snape.

"I told you, Granger, I'm going to punish you."
He muttered to me, his lips bruised and swelled from the kiss. I had no doubts that mine would be the same; they were tingling. He kissed me again, this time his hand shot straight up and beneath my underwear, his movements not at all gentle or awkward. They were snappy, like he really was going to punish me. But was it a punishment when it was enjoyable? I placed my hands upon his shoulders, ready to push him away, but the touch of his fingers against my sensitive clit told me to do otherwise. I moaned in approval of this movement, and this spurred him on. He pulled from the kiss.

"Do you like that, witch?"
He asked, and all I did was whimper in response.

"Speak to me!"
He demanded of me, pushing me backwards against the bench, laying me back on it.

"Yes." I said instantly, not thinking about my answer. It was the truth, anyway. He began to slip my underwear down my legs, hitching my skirt up as he did so. The cold dungeon air drifted over my heat, and I gasped.

"S-Snape..."
I whispered, the fear setting in.

"Did I not tell you already that I am going to punish you?"
He asked, his voice penetrating my ears and making me even wetter. I couldn't handle this. I nodded in response to his question.

"Good,"
And he went on getting himself undressed, pulling down the trousers he wore. For the first time, I noticed the prominent bulge that was in his pants. He pulled down the green silk boxers he wore beneath, and his erection was free to my gaze. I looked up to his face, a worried expression etched upon my usually peaceful features. He noticed this, and briefly stroked his hand down my face. But that was it for the kindness. He took hold of his length in his hand and glided it up and down my slit, causing me to hiss. And then he did it. He pushed straight into me, ignoring my cry when he broke through the barrier I had proudly kept intact for so many years. He began to thrust, swearing that he would prove me fully punished...

I found myself panting as I came back to the present time, and I looked around at the atmosphere. I was alone still, but I still felt like I was being watched. Something inside of me was telling me something wasn't quite right. Besides the obvious, of course...