To my rumbelle readers, please disregard this fic, as it was meant for a friend of mine.
Pairing: Hermione Granger/ Severus Snape
-RL

That afternoon in his potion class, Severus had laced a goblet of each teenage girl in his class with a summoning potion. Maybe it was curiosity that drove him to do such a foolish thing, an egotistical whim to find out which one of his students desired him in an unnatural way. Or perhaps it was because he was lonely. True love was dead and gone, and his bed grew colder with each passing night. Pleasing himself had long since lost its effect and the effort was nothing compared to the feel of another's warmth.

So that night he waited. And he waited, well into the midnight hour. Fire Whiskey in hand, he watched the stir of the red flames in his fireplace, crackling, a reminder of the monster he was for lusting after little girls instead of dousing out his afflictions by himself or finding a woman of age. The roar of his fire was too intense and compelled him to make rash, dark decisions. Then he felt it. The pull. The beck and call of a desperate soul just like his. But who he wondered, who was this mystery girl that was conjuring a vision of her potions professor in her mind to carry out her fulfillment.

He downs his drink before tossing it into the furnace, the glass shattering on the embers, bellowing black smoke poured out of the fireplace, bouncing to the floor before swirling at his feet and engulfing him within. The Death Eater floated out the window on twilight's breeze, his smoke trail hardly visible to mortal eyes in this deep of night. He followed the call, listening to his name called repeated, softly like a lullaby. But this girl would be lulled off to sleep in different ways. No songs were needed tonight in her dorm room.

The Gryffindor wing of the castle? This couldn't be right, Gryffindor girls were supposed to be noble ladies, chivalrous and above all, morally sound. But the call, her need for him was strong within the halls of Gryffindor. The black smoke of the death eater hovered closely to each of the girls' dorm room window. Cautiously staking out each room to find out which girl was summoning him. Until.. no, it couldn't be. The spell had to be wrong. Maybe he made a mistake? Impossible. It was an utterly ridiculous idea for a potion master to make a mistake, especially one as simple as a mere summoning potion. And one look into her window put all his doubts to rest. Her eyes were close, but she wasn't asleep. Miss Granger stirred in bed, under lamb's wool covers, biting her bottom lip lightly, and quietly gasping her professor's name. He didn't, hell he couldn't, believe that it was her that desired him. That Hermione was the girl that needed him to show her all the things that she was far too young to learn about. But here he was, summoned to her. He swallowed thickly and unlatched her window quietly. Lost little angels always desired the devil at twilight, the time of night when all the God's turned their backs, and the demons were allowed to move freely.

Hermione's hand stayed between her thighs, she wasn't sure what possessed her to think of her potion's professor. She contemplated that it was his extensive knowledge and considerable experience to be the culprit of her desires. Nevertheless, this was where she was, pleasuring herself to her teacher. Rubbing herself through her wet folds while an image of Professor Snape made love to Hermione in her imagination.

The Death Eater floated into her room discreetly, and quiet, not a sound penetrated her ears as he surrounded her. The black smoke latched on to her foot, gently easing itself up her leg, engulfing her inch by inch. Soon she was blanketed in his smoke, and she still hadn't opened her eyes to see the darkness that shrouded her.

It wasn't until she felt his lips on her, did her eyes flew wide open in surprise. While on top of her, still cloaked in black, Snape cast Perificus Totalus to keep her from moving away from him in her fear, and so she wouldn't scream.

"I'll release you, Miss. Granger. If you promise not to scream." He cooed, ragged breathing followed his words. "Blink once for yes... twice for no."

She blinked, and once again.

"Then you will stay petrified ….while I'll do what you've called me here to do... Hardly dubious, as it was you who summoned me." He tells her before sampling a taste of the creamy skin at her neck.

Hermione's eyes began to blink rapidly, screaming internally, begging for him to stop. Of course, she imagined him only a few moments ago, but this was real, her professor was actually here, between her legs and softly kissing her neck. He stopped his teasing, yes it would be easy to take her while frozen, but he wanted to be that gentleman she assumed him to be.

"Do you promise not to scream?" He asked still hovering over her.

There was only one blink this time.

"That a girl. Finite Incantatem. " Snape said, freeing her from the binding spell. "Now tell me, why have you summoned me, Miss Granger? What are your needs that compel you to call out for me?"

She looked up at him, staring into his dark brown eyes, confusingly lost, trying to figure out how Professor Snape knew about her darkest fantasies of him. "You spelled me? Didn't you?"

"I may have slipped a summoning potion in your goblet last afternoon in my class, but it was you who caused it to work. Your desires that summoned me to your bedroom at this late hour."

He was a clever man. Perhaps that was it, his cunningness that drove her to touch herself. So intelligent, and captivating, especially in class. She paid attention to every word he said, his deep voice enthralled her, luring her in with his words and she often had to keep her hands visible, lest she did something that would surely embarrass her in front of her friends.

"I do." she admitted.

"You do what, Miss Granger?" He asked.

"I want you, Professor."

Snape chuckled lightly. Before she had a chance to change her mind, he kissed her. Passionately swirling his tongue with hers while he slowly rocked himself between her legs. Never had he thought about doing this to a Gryffindor girl, not since her, not since Lily. Never truly over her, but he was well past thoughts of his late love while being embraced by Hermione. Slowly, he left her soft lips and moved down her torso, placing meek kisses over her breasts and down her belly sparingly, savoring every taste of her enticing body. She was so beautiful and young. He could even smell the innocence radiating from her body. After a few painstaking moments, he reached her mound, already consumed in her wetness. Continuing his tender kisses there before flicking her little bud with his tongue until her hips bucked. Snape's softly bit her clit, pulling it into his mouth to drink her down.

"Oh yes, Professor, yes, right there." She moaned when he unyieldingly pressed his tongue harder on her little button of nerves. "Yes Professor Snape, Oh that feels so good."

He heard her pleas of passion, however, Snape knew he could make her feel even better. He thrust a finger deep inside her, making Hermione gasp out her professor's name. Severus simultaneously worked his fingers in and out of her while his tongue teased her into her oblivion. Hermione grips her sheets tightly, trying to hang on to any sanity he had left her, but the indistinct words she muttered in her bliss were his signs that she was close to reaching her peak. Coming undone quickly, she tries to move away from his mouth, but Snape grabbed her and intertwined his arms around her thighs, keeping them open and her body immobilize so she wouldn't be able to deny him her body, but it didn't stop her from still trying to squirm away from him.

It wasn't until she felt hot white jolts throughout her body did she know what he truly had done. He made her come. Hermione laid there motionlessly as her realization slowly took back her body. Snape moved over her, his black cloak caressing her legs softly. He takes out his cock from his trousers, already exuberating precum from the tip, he runs it through her wet folds, and pushes himself deep inside her.

"Fuck." He gasped in the crook of her neck. She was tight. Almost too tight, and he knew all too well he wouldn't last for long inside her, so he puts the control of him in her hands. "Tell me what you want Miss Granger. Shall I go faster?"

"Yes faster, Professor, go faster."

"Very well then." he started off slow at first before picking up the pace of his thrusts and goes faster. He watched as Miss Granger threw her head back onto her pillows while he completely sheathed himself, coming all the way out of her before thrusting back inside her. Her moans grew louder, as she took every inch of his hard erection admirably. He wasn't rough with her, but Severus refuse to slow down. Hermione wraps her legs around his back, driving him deeper inside of her. He bends down further to kiss her, to help take his mind off the developing orgasm he knew was coming. She wrapped her arms around his neck, carding her fingers through his soft hair. His breathing turned shallow, and his breath was quick and sharp as his hips bucked against hers in irregular intervals, no longer able to keep that steady rhythm he once had. A few more thrusts and he climaxed, shooting his semen as he erupted inside of Hermione. He collapsed on top of her, focusing on settling his uneven breaths and calming the young girl lying underneath him, by providing her with soft kisses on her body and whispering praises of a good job against her skin. The little Gryffindor girl gave him a good run for his money, but in the end, the devil always proved victorious in sating lost little angels.

Hope you liked it!
In the next chapter,
A certain Ravenclaw
summons her professor.
-RL