Disclaimer: I own nothing you notice here...I do not own the creature of the night song (Rocky horror picture show) And I assure you if I did own Severus Snape and Hermione Granger I would not be here writing fan fiction, I would be writing lots of smutty novels about them and sit back and watch as the money flowed in.

I was feeling done in, couldn't win, I'd only ever been kissed before.

Standing in the dark corner of his bedroom looking to the floor, nerves overcome her body, shakily she took a few steps forward into the shadow red glow of the fire, the flames licked at the wood, shadows danced on the cold stone walls, wearing nothing more than a spaghetti strapped knee length crimson negligee.

I thought there's no use getting, into heavy petting.

Standing before her in nothing more than a black pair of dress pants and a long sleeve white collared shirt. Resting her hands on his biceps muscles, pushing him back across the room he felt himself falling, sitting on the bed.

It only leads to trouble and seat wetting.

Rubbing her hands over his chest and down to the waist of his pants, she gently ran her hand over his ever hardening member, growling low in his throat he grabbed her tiny arms in his large hand and pulled her down into his lap.

Now all I want to know is how to go, I've tasted blood and I want more.

He wrapped his arms around her small frame, leaning in ever so close to her as their lips brushed together for no more than a second, he leant back away from her, unsure if he should continue or not.

I'll put up no resistance I want to stay the distance.

Running her hands through his hair she gently pulled his head towards her, catching his lips this time, she slid her tongue into his mouth, exploring the wet cavernous space with interest, her tongue met his as the two rubbed and stroked together.

I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance.

Straddling her legs either side of him, her lips began to place feather light kisses along his jaw bone, down along his neck until she reached his collarbone, nipping playfully turned into a suck, pulling away she was impressed with her mark she had left on him, branding him as her own.

Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a touch me, I wanna be dirty.

She grabbed his large hands in her tiny ones, placing one of his hands on either of her breasts. Gently he began to stroke her nipples through their cloth prison, hardened with every touch, a hot wetness began to form between her legs.

Thrill me, chill me, fulfil me, creature of the night

His hands roamed across the flat stomach, she let out a jerky breath a tingling sensation ripping through her body as her stomach muscles tightened at his touch.

Then if anything grows while you pose, I'll oil you up and rub you down.

Grabbing his shirt she ripped at it, buttons popping off and lying across the room she tore it from his body, pushing him down on the bed her tongue began it's exploration of every inch of his chest, from his collarbone, down along his pectoral muscle across his abdomen, stopping at the waist of his pants.

And that's just one small fraction, of the main attraction, you need a friendly hand and I need action.

Plunging her hand into his pants she grasped his hard problem, pulling it from his pants, running her thumb over the velvety head he moaned softly in appreciation. Her hands now began to rub lightly up and down his shaft, placing his hand atop of her he began to quicken her up, his eyes closing as a tingling sensation began to form within him.

Pulling his hand away from her she began to quicken the pace again a breath hitched inside of him his hips lifted up of the bed as a steady stream of hot sticky come milked from within him.

Pulling her hand out of his pants she wiped the hot matter onto his stomach before straddling him once more.

Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a touch me, I wanna be dirty, Thrill me, Chill me fulfil me.

Leaning down once her lips found his, in a hungry kiss their lips wrestled one another, biting at his lower lip returned the favour, biting her lower lips and pulling on it gently, breaking the kiss she rested her head onto his bare chest.

"Creature of the night" words were whispered, feeling the rhythmic motion of his chest rise and fall with every breath.

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Hermione Granger sat up bolt right in bed, searching around her surroundings. She was happy to see she was still happily tucked up in her bed at number 12 Grimmauld place, dressed in her nice warm pyjamas, no castle, no Severs Snape.

Breathing a sigh of relief she lay back down, closing her eyes, a wet heat between her legs. A small smile began to find it's way to her lips.

"If only" mumbled words spoken as she slowly began to drift off back to sleep, maybe she shouldn't have watched that movie before going to bed.

Severus Snape slowly opened his eyes, gingerly looking around his room he was quite crestfallen when he found himself the way he went to sleep, dressed and alone.

"What a dream" He mumbled as he sat up in his bed.

"Hermione Granger," He said to no one, shaking his head his long black hair fell into his eyes.

"If only" He sighed sadly, getting to his feet he noticed he had a hard little problem, smiling sheepishly images of his dream flashed through his mind.

A/N: There just something I had fun with. Only short and sharp and to the point and I hope you all liked reading it as much as I had fun writing it!

Meant to be a one shot...but who knows, I may just end up a story.

Yes... Hermione is at Grimmauld place and yes there is power and t.v's do work :P My story and I am sticking to it.