Hi! It's just a little oneshot that came to my mind on a boring afternoon. Anyway … Enjoy!

After the War, Hermione had somehow managed to convince her two best friends to go back to Hogwarts and repeat the seventh year with her. Always the studious one, she believed that she needed to finish her education to follow her own dreams. However, Harry and Ron had still accepted the Ministry offer: once they were finished with school, they would immediately enter Auror Training, no matter their grades.

Knowing this, they quickly decided there was no reason to attend class seriously. They were always talking, sometimes without even trying to be discreet. Hermione was slowly starting to resent them for this. How was she even supposed to concentrate on the lesson if her two neighbors were always whispering? That was probably her punishment for trying to force them into being serious.

She did not understand why they even went to class. Well, for Ron it was obvious. It was the fastest way to get a witch to warm his bed. Harry probably just did not want to be alone. At least she hoped it was like that. Poor Ginny would be devastated if her boyfriend suddenly tried to bed any witch that came his way.

There was still one thing she was rather proud of. Up until now, Ron had never tried to get her. He knew better than to bother the temperamental and plain know-it-all, even if they did share a kiss during the last battle. This had probably been her worst mistake, kissing a guy she liked like a brother. She started stirring her potion, waiting for the color to change, when she heard something that definitely did not please her, but was rather enlightening.

_ "I'm telling you, she's just another girl Harry. She won't be that hard to get…

_ Maybe but you can't do it like with the other girls.

_ Why?

_ Ron, you should know by now. Hermione just wants to forget the whole thing. Trying to impress her with battles she saw and fought won't work.

_ I'll still get her. There are rumors; people are saying I can't do it!

_That's because it's the truth…"

Hermione tried to ignore the rest of the conversation but she was really tempted to hex both of them into oblivion. Especially Ron. He was now explaining to Harry why a plain bookworm like her should be happy to receive attention from boys.

She was fuming, but she still took her little vial and gave it to Snape. Hermione was not going to let those two idiots ruin her hard work. The professor seemed to think for a second, before telling her what the homework for the following week would be. He probably knew she needed something to do to calm herself.

Severus Snape did not change after the War; at least that was what his pear believed. He was finally a free man and had chosen to come back to Hogwarts. He still hated teaching all those stupid kids but the castle had been his home for years and he could not imagine doing anything else.

And so, here he was, trying not to do something stupid. Maybe an unforgivable, that certainly seemed very tempting at the moment. Usually, his lesson was feared and respected but this year, Potter and Weasley had decided to test his nerves. They probably thought that after becoming heroes they did not need to learn anything more. It was probably obvious that Granger would be there to help them forever.

"Or not" he thought with a sneer. The brain behind the Golden Trio had just sent them her nastiest glare, not that they seemed to care. She was also working alone. It was almost natural, since the number of students was odd.

And so, just like that, he wondered what they were talking about. It would not be hard to enter their minds and find out, but he was not so sure he wanted to know what they were thinking about. That is, if they could think about anything other than themselves.

He was almost surprised when Granger shook her head and took her vial to his desk. She had always been fast but, being the only one who did not have to redo her potion from scratch because of an accident, she still had half an hour to wait. He told her what the homework would be and watched as she got back to her place, cleaned the mess, and got to work.

She definitely was worth teaching, not that he would ever admit it. She was no longer a mere know-it-all. With time, she had become more discreet about her impressive brain and her answers were always fast and accurate. She really was the ray of light in a class full of idiots except for a few people like his godson. Too bad she was a Griffindor.

Weasley suddenly talked a little louder and Snape understood why Grander seemed ready to kill her friends, if you really could call them her friends.

"Look at her! Seriously she is just so plain. I'm sure she will be extremely happy to have a boy who 'likes' her."

Snape did not hear Potter's answer but Weasley clearly did not like it. It probably was something kind about Granger, seeing as she relaxed a little.

"She is not so plain" was his first thought. Sure she was no super model but she was elegant and pure. Well, she looked pure. After such a War, nobody could be called pure anymore. Her mind was probably just like his, tainted by all the horrors they had witnessed.

He shook his head and returned his focus to the students.

Hermione was working when something Ron said, or rather almost shouted, destroyed her concentration. He had already called her plain twice, was it really that hard to change insults. Hell even Malfoy could. She knew she was not pretty: she did not like make up like other girls and preferred brain over looks. But there really was no need to point it out on every single fucking occasion.

"Ron you know that's not true. She is actually rather pretty…"

Of course Harry just had to defend her. That guy was just so sweet, Ginny was probably the luckiest girl out there. They really suited each other. But still, up until now she had thought he agreed with Ron. She had never been happier to be proven wrong.

Anyway, she had more important trouble right now. Everybody had heard Ron and she was bracing herself for the insults that would probably soon follow. For now, everybody seemed taken aback by his comment. Even Snape seemed angry, maybe because her soon-to-be-ex-friend was disturbing his lesson. She studied him a moment. The man looked exactly the same through the years. That was really strange.

"Maybe he is a vampire" she thought jokingly.

She shook her head, trying to get out of her mind the picture of her teacher drinking her blood in a rather sensual way. Her mind started wandering and she wondered if he had a scar where Nagini had bit him. Shrugging, she decided it was none of her business.

Her trail of thought was abruptly interrupted when her neighbors' potion exploded. In an instant she was covered n a strange fluid which was seriously starting to burn her skin.

Snape was not comfortable. He was wondering why Hermione Granger was watching him so … intensely. She looked like she was trying to stifle a laugh. That was definitely not the kind of response he was used to. Well, he supposed it was good to be seen as something other than scary.

An explosion brought his attention back to the class. The two idiots' potion was definitely a failure, and Granger had somehow become its victim. At least she was the only one affected by their inability to stir a potion correctly. He suddenly remembered that some of the ingredients could be irritating to skin. Seeing her wincing in pain convinced him he had to act fast.

He grabbed the young woman's arm. Definitely burning. He almost shoved her on his shoulder and went up the stairs, to his quarters. He told everyone to put their vial on his desk and leave the room while he was helping the poor girl. She needed to get rid of the potion, quickly.

Hermione couldn't believe it. Snape was carrying her, actually carrying her. She soon was in his personal bathroom, in his personal shower.

"Cold!" was all she could say _*cough* scream*cough*_ when the water hit her head. However it was good. She would not have changed the temperature if she could.

Severus was aware that the water was probably ice cold, but he could not bring himself to change it. The water falling on her young body was one of the most enticing things in the whole world. It created little goose bumps on her neck, hypnotizing him, and her shirt now was now clinging to her curves. It did not help that said shirt was almost completely transparent, showing off her body in a very sensuous way. He shook his head, angry with himself. His student needed his help, he should not be fantasying about her like that.

She heard him mutter something; that she should take off her clothes while he was going to the classroom to make sure nothing was destroyed, but she could not follow his order. Right now, her legs were just like jelly. To help her, the master of potion had just rubbed her arms and her legs, to get rid of the fluid on the exposed flesh.

The only problem was that she could still feel her hands on her skin. Of course she knew the teacher was just trying to help her but she knew all those goose bumps were not only because of the cold water that was still running.

To say Snape was surprised once he came back to his bathroom would be an understatement. He had planed to … make sure she was okay. Granger had finally taken off both her shirt and her skirt, along with her socks and she was now standing in his shower in nothing but her blue underwear, visibly wondering what to do. She was blushing, undeniably embarrassed by the situation. He thought a moment, just a moment mind you he was a man and a man thinks with another part of his anatomy in those situations, and decided she was an adult, being actually nineteen. She could stop him if needed, he was not some kind of animal.

Hermione was not scared. She had detected the moment his eyes had changed but she could not bring herself to worry. Sure she would never have thought she would end up in such a situation with Snape of all people but now she just wanted to know where it would lead. Her skin was no longer burning because of the potion but because of the desire to be touched by this man who seemed pretty eager to oblige. She rubbed her flat stomach, turning her back to her professor. She was still a little shy after all and did not want to look at him.

Without really thinking, which was new for her, she started rubbing her shoulders and the back of her neck. She only stopped when she felt his own hands on her back, just below hers. Somehow she had managed not to jump at the contact and was happy with that.

"I'll help you with the places you can't reach."

His voice was deep and low and, to tell you the truth, the dampness of her knickers intensified with his tone.

Severus was amazed at the fact that she had not rejected him yet. She was leaning against his hands, her eyes on the tiles to prevent herself from looking at him. Slowly he worked his way down her spine, eliciting a sigh from her. When he came to her butt Hermione tensed but he did not linger here, afraid he would scare the witch away.

"It has no longer anything to do with places I can't reach." She thought.

However she did not want it to stop just yet. The way the potion master was touching her set her on fire. She felt like something precious he did not want to break, and thought she had never liked this she could not help it: this foreplay was turning her on even more. Snape took care of the back of her legs, down her thighs and her calves, before rubbing her small feet. By now she was puddle in his hands and he probably sensed it, as his next command was:"Turn around."

Snape knew she could not have denied him even if she wanted to. When she finally turned his cock rose to attention, not that she could see it with his robes. She was absolutely perfect. She had her back against the wall to prevent a fall and her breasts were moving with every breath she took. But the best part of it was her eyes, full of lust.

That's when he made his decision. There was no way this would just happen once. Today he would just take care of her pleasure, leaving her panting and wishing he had filled her up. He would make sure she will come back to him.

"Professor I … I think the potion is gone."

Hermione just could not take it anymore. She was not a virgin anymore but never a man had been able to reduce her to that state with nothing but his hands on her skin. She needed to get away before she passed the point of no return. She had never expected him to use her words against her…

"Then allow me to taste to make sure."

Before she could even register his words he was kissing the base of her neck, occasionally licking her skin. Instinctively her hands went to his head, hoping he would kiss somewhere else than this stupid pulse point which had her panting in a few seconds.

In a sense, he followed her silent plea. He was now moving down, his mouth just above her bra. Its material was thin. So thin actually that he could see her nipples standing for attention. Be it because of the water that was a little warmer now or because of his ministrations, seeing her erect nipples was really sexy. He closed his lips against the mound, sucking hard through the cotton and almost smirking when she arched her back and push herself on him.

Hermione could not help the moans that were reverberating on the tiles. His hands were every where and his tongue was doing sinful and wonderful things to her. She just hoped he had thought about silencing charms. As if hearing her thoughts, Snape took his wand and charmed the room so that no one could hear or find them.

She was a very vocal lover. That's what he was thinking when he heard her moans. He would never be able to think of her as pure after that. Sexy, alluring, enticing maybe, but never pure. Once he had had his fill of her breasts, his lips continued their descent. His hands were not motionless either. He promptly discarded her of her remaining clothes before admiring her naked form.

Hermione was embarrassed. No, wait, that was an understatement. To be watched like that was a whole new thing for her. Usually her lovers would take care of their own needs discarding hers but Snape was only attentive to hers. She had tried to touch him but he had stopped her immediately. Her wrists were now pinned above her head. Looks like Severus was the dominant type, not that she complained.

Soon his mouth was back on her skin. He was kissing her collarbone and her jaw. Hermione whimpered, she wanted nothing more than being kissed him for real now. Chuckling at the cute sound, he decided to reward her for her patience. He kissed her lightly, once, twice, before deepening the kiss. Soon their tongues were battling for dominance. Not that she had any chance to win but Griffindors never gave up.

On the contrary, Slytherins were always cheating and scheming, and it was different in bed. He pushed a single finger between her folds, pleased to see her completely drenched with something other than water. He started pumping, very slowly and the motion forced her to break their kiss.

Another finger soon joined the first one and Hermione almost lost it. He had longer fingers than her muggle ex-boyfriend. She was moaning now, until she felt him curl his fingers inside her. She cried out. It was too much; she really needed to relieve the tension that was building in her core.

Sensing he could not tease her anymore, he suckled once more at her nipple, bringing his thumb into the battle and teasing the little bundle of nerves just above her opening. He also started looking for the sensitive patch of tissue inside her.

This was definitely too much for her. The circular motion of his thumb, his twin fingers moving against her G-spot and his tongue twirling around her nipple caused her fall. She screamed, her back arching, her toes curling and he had to carry her so that she did not fall.

Once she stopped shivering, he help her get dressed and gave her some time to recover.

"Professor … "she started

"Next time we'll talk."

And with that he dismissed her.

Two weeks later, Hermione was walking with Harry and Ron when she crossed path with Snape. They had been ignoring each other during class, both knowing better than mixing work and pleasure, so she was really surprised when she saw him smirking at her.

"Don't forget, it's your turn now…" Was all he said but that was more than enough.

Hermione blusher for a second, but her face was emotionless when the boys caught up with her.

"What was that?" Ron asked.

"Nothing you should concern with Ronald."

Hermione was beaming now. She did not need the boys' attention. She preferred men. But now, she would have to act, and act fast, if she wanted to keep it for awhile.

She did not even register when the boys invited her to the next truth or dare game.

N/A: hello again. Maybe some realized it I'm French so my English is not perfect. Sorry about that. It was supposed to be an oneshot but I'm thinking about writing two other chappies. What do you think?