All right then, people, you should all know that I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with it except this very… odd fic. And don't complain to me if you don't like the couple. They're not supposed to be together. It's just plain wrong. :-)

He loved watching her sleep, her slim, developing form curled against his as a sign of her utmost trust. Such innocence shone through her face as she slumbered, the cares of the world slipping away until the dawn. He'd never know it was possible to be        this happy, this complete, until the girl -- young woman, he corrected -- had been brought more fully into his life. Time and time         again he wondered why she had chosen him -- HIM. The one who had sneered at her intelligence for 5 years, the wild-haired, buck-toothed Mudblood who was too smart for her own good... And yet she'd grown up mightily, almost with a vengeance. She was no longer the awkward little girl of 11, she was a strong and silent witch of 17.

Even as proud as he was as her lover to see her graduate at the top of her class, he could be only the last to congratulate her.         Only in passing could he say goodbye. At the end of this semester, he would have to let her go. She understood, and always had in some strange way or another, that his first duty was always to his House, to Slytheran. None in the House would ever forgive him if they found out he was taken with a Griffindor, as the two Houses still hadn't settled their rivalries. 'Such petty arguments,' he thought with a slight sigh, pressing his lips to his sleeping lover's forehead. 'They will never understand one such as you.'

Trying to think of happier times, he pulled his fingers through her wild hair, grinning when his fingers were soon caught in the         tangles. When he'd first carried her in, the knots weren't there, and the scent of their lovemaking easily explained the still-flushed cheeks of the teenager. He would have to wake her soon if she wanted to be clean and dry to return to her room before someone noticed she was missing. They hadn't yet in her years of sneaking around with Potter and Weasly, but with the two troublemakers safely tucked away, there would be more questions than either was willing to answer. He sighed, not wanting this night to end, to have to distance himself from her during the day, not wanting the intimacy of the moment gone until their next passionate night.

Footsteps sounded suddenly outside the door and the witch's eyes, full of panic, flew open. Clutching her lover's arm, she         stared at him almost fearfully. "Someone's coming!"

He couldn't help but chuckle and pulled her closer to kiss away her next comment. "Hermione, my dear, this is the teacher's wing, remember?" he whispered against her lips before claiming them once again. "No one will suspect a thing, especially considering this is Filch's room. No one dares come here." She sighed and laid back, allowing him to roll over on her, putting both hands over her head as he nibbled at her neck. "You really should be going." Hermione rolled her eyes as he continued ever downward. "You wouldn't want to be seen not studying for exams."

Had his superior weight not been pushing her down, she would have shot bolt upright. "Exams!" She scowled at him, which         only made him laugh harder. "You made me forget all about them!"

"Then my job as your lover is being done well," he commented, tickling the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh.

"And your job as my teacher is being done horrendously," she teased, eyes widening as he grinned and let his fingers wander         higher. "Professor--"

"Severus," he corrected absently, toying with the skin around her navel.

"I have to go," she continued, ignoring the interruption.

He smirked and circled his fingers lower until they paused just above her most intimate place. "You will not leave until I dismiss you."

"Professor--"

"Severus," he growled again, plunging two fingers into her. She groaned and tried to twist out of his grip, but his hand was too strong, the pleasure was too intense. Finally she bit down on her lower lip and allowed herself to be taken once more that night.

"Do you have any idea how many classes I'm going to sleep through tomorrow?" she demanded, panting as he moved off to the side so he wouldn't crush her.

"Not mine, of course."

She snorted with dry amusement. "Especially yours." She smirked and crawled out of bed, leaning over to kiss her lover once more. "I need a reason to come back tomorrow. A 'tutoring' session should work just fine." Snape smiled as he watched her         dress, eyes roaming over the expanse of bare skin as long as she had it presented to him. 'But, tomorrow IS another day,' he consoled himself. 'Which means also another night...'

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