A/N: This is rated M for a reason.
Hermione was trying to reach for a book on the highest shelf when an arm stretched over her and took it off the shelf.
"I'm guessing this is the book you wanted," a deep, husky voice said from behind her.
Hermione shivered.
He was pressed against her back so she could feel the hardness of his chest, and his breath was tickling her ear.
He knew how this affected her, and yet she could not be angry with him.
"I never thought that I would catch you in this section of the library. You've been holding out on me," he said accusingly.
"I haven't, I promise," Hermione said breathlessly.
A feeling of desire rose through her and if he didn't stop teasing her then she was sure that they would christen the library.
"Are you sure about that, love?" he asked as he started to kiss the column of her neck.
"Definitely," she said closing her eyes and leaning back into him.
His hands started roaming her body and Hermione couldn't contain herself any longer.
She turned in his arms so she was facing him and kissed him passionately. Her hands slipped around his neck as he pulled her closer to him. All coherent thought left her until she could only feel the desire running through her veins.
They started tugging at each other's clothes until there was nothing separating them.
Rabastan lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him and when he was positioned at her entrance he thrust into her.
The both of them savoured the feeling for a moment before he started moving again.
The sound of moans filled the air as each of them found pleasure in the other, and it wasn't long before either of them found themselves falling over the edge.
After their breathing had slowed they kissed languidly.
"That was amazing, love," Rabastan said nuzzling her neck.
"Maybe we should do it again then," Hermione said seductively.
"You're going to be the death of me," Rabastan said groaning slightly.
"And you love me for it," Hermione said nibbling his earlobe.
"Always," he said before resuming their coupling.