A/N- I have been reading Harry Potter fanfiction since last summer when I was seeking a Ron/Hermione fix as the books don't give you much! I stumbled upon a world of crazy pairings which started to make so much sense to me. Most notably SS/HG (probably due to my love of Alan Rickman since the age of 8 when I fell in love with Colonel Brandon of Sense and Sensibility.) Recently I have found myself wanting to attempt to write a SS/HG with plenty of tension but still with as much smut or fluff as possible. One where he is not a fluffy bunny of kindness nor an evil meanie who only cares about himself. It is not a PWP but it will be a multi-chaptered story which focuses mainly on their relationship. Important things to note;

Rating= M (lovely inappropriate lemons and swear words)

I NEED A BETA- I would rather somebody come to me so I know who likes the idea of the story and is currently available. Understanding the SS/HG relationship is a must, I truly think they make sense in a weird way. Must enjoy a bit of smut and a bit of sexual tension (Between the characters not us…I am happily married ; -D ) Someone with quite quick turnaround would also be good!

This chapter was written in 4 hours and obviously has only been edited by myself, rather quickly as I am keen to get it out there and get a Beta! Apologies for any mistakes, hopefully somebody will volunteer to be my beta and give this chapter a quick tidy before we move on to the rest.

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever…this is my first attempt at creative writing in about 8 years too. So please be gentle.

NOT FOR YOUNG UNS'- THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT (THE NICE KIND NOT THE ICK KIND)

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF HARRY POTTER…NOT HIS TOE, HIS LEFT EAR, NADA. I ALSO DO NOT OWN SNAPE OR ALAN RICKMAN DESPITE THAT BEING MY ULTIMATE GOAL IN LIFE. I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS, IT IS PURELY FOR MY OWN (AND HOPEFULLY SOME OTHER PEOPLE'S ENTERTAINMENT. JKR IS THE GOD OF THE POTTERVERSE AND I AM A HUMBLE FAN HAVING A BIT OF FUN.

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It had taken three months. Three months for the loneliness to really set in. Three months in which Hermione had plastered fake smiles on her face, and laughed when prompted to with her housemates. It could not be denied any longer, Hermione Granger belonged with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. After returning to Hogwarts in September to complete her seventh year studies, Hermione had realised that Hogwarts was startlingly different without her boys. Harry, delighted to finally be free from a life of restriction had deemed returning to school and the scene of the final battle as madness.

Hermione got it, really she did. Harry spent the first half of his life restricted by the Dursley family; living in a cupboard, wearing hand me downs and any time spent outside said cupboard he was treated as no more than a servant at best, a waste of space at worst. Then he finally escaped to Hogwarts where he was free to live…by another set of rules, school rules, being-the-wizarding-worlds-only-hope rules and being-Voldemort's-nemesis rules. So when he was finally given a true say in how to live his life was there any option other than leaving school? He was given his N.E.W.T's, no questions asked, not that The-Boy-Who-Lived would even need them. Kingsley Shacklebolt, in his new position as Minister of Magic, had offered Harry, Ron and Hermione any entry level job the ministry had to offer. School was never Harry's priority, staying alive and keeping those he loved alive were all Harry truly cared about in the past and now they were out of danger all he cared about was maintaining this peaceful life and keeping himself and those he loved happy. Ron was the one who gave returning to Hogwarts a second thought.

Ron hated class, he hated studying and he certainly was never a fan of rules and restrictions but Hogwarts was more than that. Ron was the least solitary of the three. Hermione really couldn't care less about having plenty of friends and people to talk to. All she needed were her true friends and family. As an only child she was used to her own company and although she cared about many of her peers she did not crave their acceptance or approval in the same way Ron did with his inferiority complex. This was Ron's chance to shine at Hogwarts. There would be no Harry to provide a shadow for him to live in, no older siblings who were funnier, smarter or better at Quidditch. He was a celebrated war hero who got the girl, of course the thought of returning victorious appealed to him. In the end it was only the thought of returning to where Fred died that put him off Hogwarts. He really wanted to be there for George as well, to help with the shop and lend him a non-holey ear for during his low points. The only thing that really concerned Ron about not returning to Hogwarts was what would happen with his relationship with Hermione.

They talked about it…a lot. They decided that after the years it had taken them to kiss once they could keep it casual for another year. Casual to Hermione meant not having sex and writing frequently, casual to Ron meant having lots of sex and writing short notes infrequently. So the arguments began before Hermione had even left. Luckily enough, Ron and Hermione were professionals when it came to arguing with each other and the fall outs never lasted too long. The issue of sex perplexed Hermione greatly. She was ready; she was a respectable age, had a boyfriend she loved and trusted and after living through a war was certainly emotionally mature enough. It just didn't feel right. She was attracted to Ron, he was actually a very good kisser and she certainly felt some excitement when they had a good snogging session but never enough excitement to make her feel that crazed desire or overwhelming need to just shout out ' Take me Ron!'. So they discussed it (whilst Hermione omitted the fact that he didn't make her dizzy with desire) and decided they would just let things progress naturally. Ron seemed fine with that at first, however as it got nearer the 1st of September and he still hadn't managed to successfully venture under Hermione's clothes he seemed to get a bit desperate.

"Oh Mione…" Ron groaned as he rubbed up against her.

"Mmm Ron…that feels nice" Hermione mumbled back to him. She was always scared to speak during their alone time her moans and noises seemed to make him even more determined to take things further. Secretly she was quite pleased she had discovered this way of turning men on, it wasn't just Ron it worked on. She had thought it was until she was winding Harry up one day and discovered it worked on him too.

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"Honestly, you would think you two were muggles. There are ways of keeping things quiet you know." She teased Harry after a sleepless night thanks to him and Ginny's noisy sex life. "Even most muggles would put some music on and try and keep it quiet." She giggled into her nearly empty wine glass.

"We're not that bad, I don't mean to be inconsiderate I just get caught up in the moment." He mumbled whilst blushing and averting his eyes.

"Yes, so I heard," Hermione snorted with a laugh "God, I suppose you're not actually that bad, it's Ginny who needs volume control what the hell do you do to that girl?" she laughed wiping a tear from her eye. Now that was enough of a confidence boost to encourage Harry to stop blushing and look up, a proud look on his face.

"Yeah, I know," Harry began dreamily "It's amazing."

"Ha, well I don't know about amazing but it's certainly…" Hermione suddenly lay back on the ground and started panting "so fucking good, right there Harry." She quoted Ginny breathlessly, and then sat up laughing.

Harry stared at her, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks. Hermione actually thought she had offended him at first.

"Never. Ever. Do. That. Again." He slowly spat out.

"Shit, Harry I was just joking I didn't mean to cause offense." Hermione grovelled as she crawled over to him and hugged him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Harry shouted as he leapt up in the air.

"Harry, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or offend you or Ginny in any way, I love you both and I just…you're my best friend…I can't…I..You're the only one I can talk to about this stuff. It was just a joke, I'm actually impressed, I think you guys are such a great couple, so happy together and please forgive me I shouldn't have had so much wine with dinner, sorry." She begged on her knees in front of him.

"Hermione, I am going to say this once then I am going to walk away and pretend this never happened." Harry began seriously. Hermione nodded gratefully but kept quiet.

"You are my best friend, but you are also a girl, and despite the fact that I love you as a much as I would love a sister you are not my sister. So you are just a girl, a pretty girl who just lay back on the grass and panted my name whilst telling me it was 'so fucking good right there' he stated using his fingers to make quotation marks.

"You then tried to touch me which was not a good idea given the effect you had just had on me." He mumbled embarrassed as he looked down at Hermione who was blushing furiously and looked totally shocked. "Oh and FYI, kneeling in front of a guy apologising and begging for forgiveness whilst being totally submissive is a bit of a turn on too." He finished looking humiliated.

"You are extremely innocent so I am telling you this in the hope that you will please consider how you behave around males. Now I need to leave and go curl up into a ball and die. Good afternoon Hermione." Harry said politely and then strode off.

She was so shocked; she had managed not to laugh at Harry's extremely polite goodbye until she was safely in her own room.

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"Fuck Mione… I need to touch you." Ron rumbled in to her neck bringing her back from her trip down memory lane. Whoops, thinking about other men during snogging sessions is surely not a good thing, even if it is Harry and it didn't turn her on. Surely thinking at all should be a challenge. She shouldn't be able to space out so easily? She was just considering how wrong it seemed when she felt Ron's hand slide down to the top of her jeans as his fingers began fumbling with the button. Whoa there partner, where the hell did this come from, not going down the standard route of attempting breast access first? Does he think by confusing me I'll let him do what he likes?

"Ron..."she panted "What are you doing."

"Shhh baby, relax, I want to make you feel good." He whispered in her ear. She shivered. Damn her ears were sensitive. But this just felt wrong. How can I distract him? She placed her hands on top of his and slid them up to cup her breasts.

"Fucking hell Mione….so fucking hot when you take control, I love how sexy you look when you're being bossy." Ron growled as he thrust his jean-clad erection against Hermione's crotch whilst quite brutally assaulting her breasts.

He really does want me, Hermione thought sadly. Why can't I react like that to him? I like the way his possessiveness makes me feel, but something about the way he does it is just wrong. It's too rough, too uneducated. That's a good thing though; he'll learn and improve (hopefully). His hands slowly started descending towards her jeans again…you're not learning that today mate, Hermione thought! Her breasts hurt and now she was turned off but Ron was even more turned on than usual, this was going to end in an argument. How to distract him and get him to stop touching me, Hermione wondered. It would have to be good this time, really good. So she ran her hand down between their two bodies and stroked his erection over his jeans.

"Uhhh fuck Mione, that felt so good." Ron whimpered as he thrust against her hand. His hands were fisting his sheets and he had completely abandoned touching her. Hmm Hermione thought this could work…and it might turn me on.

"Lie on your back Ronald," she panted using her sex voice that had traumatised Harry. Ron turned over and as she kneeled over him, he looked up at her with such lust and adoration in his eyes that it scared her. She smiled seductively at him and then began to unbutton his jeans. She had intended on making room for her hand so she could rub his cock over his boxers till he came but before she even had time to process what was happening he had lifted his bottom half off the bed and pulled his jeans AND boxers down to his knees.

And so for the first time in her life, Hermione Granger was faced with a man's cock. It kind of scared her and thrilled her in equal measure but as a brave and courageous Gryffindor she refused to be daunted. She felt her cheeks grow warm and was aware of the fact her face would be an unnatural shade of red but as she looked up to Ron's face she noticed his blushing mirrored her own. Dammit, if they had kids together they didn't stand a chance of not blushing every five minutes.

"Just…touch it Mione…i-it's not a test." Ron tried to reassure her but the impatience in his voice pissed her off.

Hermione stared at Ron, nostrils flaring trying really hard not to launch into a lecture on his tea-spoon-esque emotional range again. Then she decided she would give him the best few minutes of his life and then ignore him, leaving him craving more. That seemed a suitable punishment, might teach him a little patience.

She hesitatingly wrapped her small hand around his impressive cock. She had researched enough about sex to know that he was fairly well-endowed.

"Fuuuuck!" Ron hissed as soon as she touched him. Well this is going to be easy she thought with a smirk. She began to move her hand up and down whilst keeping what she deemed to be a suitably tight grip.

"Merlin…Mione…you are so fucking good…you don't need to be so gentle though." He added. She was grateful for Ronald's lack of sensitivity in matters like this. Yes she was a little offended he felt the need to improve her skill when she was a beginner but how can one expect to learn if they do not take criticism and improve themselves. It was a bit like Professor Snape, although not a fan of his personality, Hermione had to admit she did prefer some aspects of his teaching over the other professors of Hogwarts. With Snape there was always a chance to better yourself because in his eyes you were never good enough. God imagine how critical he would be in bed! Hermione cringed: Ahhh stop thinking about Snape in bed whilst giving the boyfriend a hand job you just know that's going to pop into your mind every time you sit in his classroom. Fuck he is a master Legilimens. As her thoughts had increased in speed and intensity her hand had matched a similar rhythm without even noticing.

"Fuck Mione…I'm really fucking close." Ron shouted.

"Shhh Ronald! Do you want the whole street to hear!" she chastised and just as her speech finished, so did he. She watched him come, part disgusted, part turned on.

"Fuck…that was so amazing." Ron moaned as he closed his eyes.

Hermione quickly muttered "Scourgify" for her hands and then headed for the door. She had just placed her hand on the doorknob when Ron suddenly back in the land of the living muttered her name quite pathetically…

"Mio-nee, you couldn't quickly Evanesco this up for me could you? Left my wand downstairs." He looked at her with cute puppy dog eyes but considering he was lying on the bed, covered in his own cum; with his trousers round his knees he didn't quite pull off the cute and innocent look he was hoping for.

"What no Scourgify? You don't want to be cleaned, just have the actual…you…know removed?" Hermione asked whilst looking entirely disgusted.

"Oh…eh…yeah that too please, of course I need cleaned too." He mumbled as he lay back with his hands behind his head whilst sighing contentedly.

Hermione pointed her wand at him and was instantly flooded with inspiration for several different spells and charms which she felt Ron was deserving of right now. He had manhandled her, taken pleasure from her, offered none in return and was now expecting her to clean up his bodily fluids while he took a quick power nap after his tiring orgasm. If she said this aloud, Ron would be horrified. Hermione knew he wasn't a bad guy, he could be so kind and sweet when he wanted to and was occasionally very attentive, although usually that was when he wanted something in return. He was a great friend and one of her favourite people in the whole world but she suddenly felt a wave of sadness when she considered that he wasn't what she hoped for in a partner. She felt guilty for feeling like that; Ron and Hermione were destined to be together, weren't they? Hermione quickly muttered an Evanesco and Scourgify and then walked out, the only sound coming from the room after she left was Ron snoring softly.

That incident had been two weeks before she had left for Hogwarts and she had barely let him touch her after that. She needed some space to clear her head and analyse the rapidly deteriorating relationship. Hogwarts would be good for that. Yeah too bloody right, she scoffed at her inner monologue whilst sitting in the great hall on the 2nd of December. Three months at Hogwarts had given her plenty of space- eight letters from Harry, two from Mrs Weasley, and one from Ron. One bloody letter in three bloody months! Hermione was angry but most of all she was sad. Her relationship with Ron was crap, she knew that, he probably did too but she missed him as a friend so much. The same way she missed Harry.

Hogwarts without Ron and Harry was dull. Her teachers all loved her, well except for Professor Snape but he hated all students. She was given pretty much free reign with regards to things like curfew and access to the restricted section of the library. There was no need to spy on Slytherins or steal potions ingredients from Professor Snape's storeroom because there was no drama. Yes interhouse rivalry still existed but more in a 'hey let's play a prank on these slimy Slytherins' rather than a 'I'll have the Dark Lord sort out that Gryffindor that annoys me later but until then there are always hexes and curses' way. The work was too easy. Hermione Granger had not spent all her time on the run reading The Tales of Beedle The Bard; she had studied and had pretty much taught herself the seventh year syllabus. The only subject that was remotely challenging was Potions and that was only because Professor Snape had high standards for everyone but particularly for those who fell into certain categories; Gryffindors, friends of Harry, those who quoted perfectly from textbooks and those who had previously wronged him (some examples of this might be, someone who stole from him or set him on fire.) in other words, Hermione was screwed when it came to Potions, she'd just have to accept her inevitable mere pass and move on.

Hermione was ruminating on all this while stirring her porridge clockwise six times fast and then anticlockwise eight times slowly, the stirs she would need to execute properly in tomorrow's Potions class. She was sure that this was where she was going wrong with Potions. Yes it was all fine and well to blame Professor Snape for her difficulties in achieving in Potions but although she was top of the class, the practical element did not come as naturally to her as she would like. Her potions always had a mind of their own after complicated stirring procedures so Hermione in classic Know-It-All mode decided to research and investigate her potion skills until she could work out her flaws and fix them. She knew it was logical, she knew it would give her something to focus on but what she did not know was that Professor Snape was sitting at the Head Table watching her stirs and had realised what she was doing. He didn't know whether to be amused at her desperation or impressed by her dedication.

Next Chapter-Professor Snape's point of view and we see what is going on with him.

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Also if I am aware I have readers I am likely to update at a much faster rate!