A/N: Hello everyone. I know its been a while, but I've been trying to figure out exactly how far I wanted to take this story. I thought a new series of one-shots, but more and more storyline came to me, and the one shot ended up being over 10,000 words with even more ready to be typed. So instead of another one-shot to add to it, I've decided to turn it into a full story.

Special Thanks to TabiPrewett for looking this chapter over as well. You did an awesome job on it and I greatly appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from writing the pervy scenes and situations I put the characters into. I do this all for fun, and so that I may share my more pervish side with everyone.


Chapter 2

As soon as the door to the broom closet closed after Snape's departure, Hermione sagged against the wall again. Oh, God, I shagged him. I shagged Snape. What have I done?Bloody hell, he is good in the sack. She thought, still stunned at learning who'd really been the one she'd bound to chair and done...well all of that too. Who'd have thought that a man that cruel, could be so freaking passionate and lusty.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, she lit her wand. Something she should have done from the moment she had him bound to the chair. But no, she'd thought it would be more sexy if Ron hadn't known what she was going to do, or when she was going to do it. Fuck! Her mind shouted again.

She quickly found her clothes and dressed, flying down the halls to her room in the Head Dormitory. Oh hell...I have to face Snape in class tomorrow. How will I face him knowing he shagged my bloody brains out?

Her eyes were wandering the halls, searching to make sure she didn't run across anyone. Almost afraid she'd run into the dark man she'd just shagged. Fuck! Her brain screamed once again.

Getting to the Head's portrait, she quickly said the password and it opened for her. She was praying Draco, Head Boy, had already gone to bed. Or at least wasn't in their shared common room.

Only her prayer went unanswered, for there he sat on the long sofa, reading a book. When she walked in, doing her best to seem normal, his head lifted and he looked at her. "What the hell took you so long, Granger? Its well after the time patrols ended. You're lucky Snape didn't find you." Draco said, staring at her.

He already did find me. Her cheeks starting to burn at the thought, she shrugged, unable to speak. He sighed and went back to what he was reading before she ran inside. She knew she couldn't face Draco or talk to him right now, so she quickly muttered goodnight and ran to her room.

Inside her room, she went into the shared bath between the two bedrooms and took a hurried shower. Trying to scrub every last hint of Snape off of her skin. But it didn't wash the memories of shagging him away.

Oh god, how will I face him? How will I face Ron? That drew her up. Why the hell didn't Ron show up? If he hadn't been so adamant on us not shagging, I wouldn't have used those spells and probably wouldn't have shagged Snape. Why is he so insistent on us not having sex? He's not a virgin either. He shagged Lavender before they broke up.

But for once in her life, Hermione tried force her brain to shut up. To not over think things, because for right this moment, she didn't want to think. She just wanted it all to go away. To wake up and find it had all just been a dream. A horrible dream.

A bloody fantastic and satisfying dream. Her brain said, but she ignored it as she just scrubbed more vigorously at her skin. It wasn't fantastic, she added silently. It was horrifying. God, I shagged the dungeon bat and...how will I face him tomorrow? She thought miserably.

When she got out of the shower, she saw the bite mark on her neck and it had her swallowing nervously as the memories assaulted her again. Heat flooding not only her face, but the rest of her too. She was shocked to find herself becoming aroused as she stared at it and realizing that she wanted the dark man again.

What hell is wrong with me? She thought in disgusted panic at herself. I don't want him. He hates me. I hate him. He's mean, rude, and...Snape. I don't want him.

Liar. You liked it. A lot. Her mind taunted her, only serving to annoy her as she pushed the thoughts away.

Doing her best to ignore her brain and the lust heating her blood, she quickly put a glamor over the mark on her neck. Adding one too, to the faint mark on her right breast. Not even having realized that he'd left one there at the time. She'd been too wrapped up at the sensations of him sucking at her breasts to think about anything else. Fuck! She thought again, taking a moment to breathe deeply and calm herself.

She dressed in her pajamas and crawled into bed. Willing sleep to find her, though she only stared up at the ceiling as she tried to stop her brain from functioning and telling her things that were not true, or so she told herself, and from it reminding her of what she'd done.

It was late when she finally fell asleep, and then her mind decided to torture her with dreams about what had happened. Making her toss and turn as she woke from one, just to slip into another one.

Morning came and after another shower, one that had Draco cursing her since she snagged the bathroom first, she dressed for the day. When she was done, she stayed in her room, staring at the closed door that would take her to the Head common room and eventually out of her dormitory.

I can't go down there. I can't go and face him. She thought, in a panic as she chewed on her lower lip. I can't face Ron either. God, I cheated on him. I didn't mean to...but I still did.

The knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. "You're going to be late, Granger. Hurry the hell up and get your arse out here." Draco hollered through the door.

They always left together. It was a routine that had developed without either of them meaning for it too. As did their odd friendship.

After the war, Draco had come back to find that he was no longer the prince of Slytherin anymore. Having changed sides during the battle and fighting Death Eaters instead of helping them, those that still believed in the puritanical tripe their parents had taught them, now saw and treated him as an outcast.

It was why he was Head Boy this year. McGonagall already knew that his fellow Slytherins would tear him to shreds if he stayed in dormitory as a regular student.

When she first found him inside the Head dorm both eyed each other wearily and had not spoken that first week. Not even saying hello to each other. The second week found them acknowledging each other's presence, speaking only when they had to due to their shared duties. A month had them tentatively speaking about short and random things, things that happened in class, or a homework assignment they were working on.

But it had opened the doorway for them both. Now several months later they were friendly, bantering occasionally with each other. Him insulting her, though it no where near as bad as he did in the past, and her insulting him right back. Mostly they just gave each other friendly taunts about whatever popped into their heads. He didn't call her a Mudblood, and she refrained from calling him Ferret Boy. It worked for them.

Neither Harry, nor Ron, understood it. But honestly, with as much time as they were forced to spend together, it was inevitable that Hermione and Draco would become friends. Or at least friendly, though now it more like friends. Otherwise, they'd have killed each other by now.

Resigned to her fate, Hermione picked up her bag with her school books and supplies, slipping it over her shoulder as she walked to the door. Another deep breath later, and she opened her door to find Draco back down the stair again.

"Took you long enough." He said, gathering up his own books from the coffee table.

Books in hand, he finally looked at her. "Granger, how is it that you took so damn long to get ready, twice as long as I did, and you still look like hell?"

Hermione scowled at him. She looked as she always did. Uniform on, robes hanging through the strap and over her bag, hair in a messy bun, and not a stitch of makeup on. "I do not look like hell."

Draco's blond brow lifted at her as they made their way out of the portrait hole. "Yes, you do." He gave an overly dramatic sigh. "One of these days, Granger, someone's going to have to take you in hand and show you a proper grooming spell."

Her scowl grew as they headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast. "At least my problem can be fixed with a spell. There is no help for you, Draco. You'll always be a stuck-up git."

He snickered at her as they walked down the moving stairs and turned down a corridor. "Ouch. Nice come back." He said sarcastically, passing a hallway where another person was headed towards them silently. One who ended up several feet behind them.

Hermione growled at him, not in the mood to play today. "Stuff it, Draco."

Draco smirked at her. "No thanks, Granger. I'm not interested in playing...what is that muggle term? Oh yes...playing doctor with you. Have Weasley give you a proper stuffing instead. Assuming he can, anyway."

Hermione only growled more, unaware of the dark man not far behind them, hearing every word that was said. "Piss off, Draco." Doing her best to not blush or let the memories of the night before hit her.

Draco smirked more. "Oh come on, Granger. You know you want me." He thoroughly enjoyed taunting her. Knowing she wasn't the least bit interested in him, but enjoying ruffling her about it anyway.

Hermione scoffed. "In your dreams, Draco. I wouldn't touch you if you were the last wizard on earth and it was merely for procreation purposes. The human race would simply die off."

He chuckled. "So you say. We both know you secretly wish I'd shag you."

Hermione smacked him hard in the chest with the back of her hand. "Look, I'm not in the mood today, alright? Now, bugger off." She barked at him, hurrying her steps so she didn't have to walk with him any longer.

Draco only sniggered as he watched her go. Not the least bit concerned with her smack since it hadn't really hurt at all. "You're so much fun to mess with, Granger."

She gave him a rude hand gesture that she'd learned from him, not even looking back as she did so, and entered the Great Hall. Draco stopped walking to laugh at her, but a voice behind him startled him slightly.

"I think some of your bad habits have rubbed off on your dorm mate, Draco." Snape said silkily. "I don't think I've heard her use such language or that gesture before today."

Draco turned and looked at his godfather as he shrugged. "It was bound to happen eventually. I'm surprised you didn't take away any points or give her a detention over it."

Snape gave his godson a bored look. "What concern is it of yours what I do or don't do?"

Draco shrugged again, not the least bit worried about speaking to Snape in such a way. "It's not. But you rarely miss an opportunity to screw with Gryffindors."

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly. "You might want to watch your language, Draco. I'd hate to have take points from my own house. Now, I'd suggest you move along before you're late for breakfast or your classes."

Draco rolled his eyes and walked into the Great Hall, leaving Snape as he did so. Severus stayed where he was, pondering his own thoughts for several moments.

Seeing Hermione as she walked with his godson, he'd found himself looking her over. His eyes taking in her small form as she'd growled at Draco, noticing the soft sway of her hips and that her legs actually were quite shapely, even if they were short. Things he'd never noticed before, minus her being short. He'd always been aware of that, and how much he towered over her, while he glared down at her.

Realizing that he'd been looking at her that way, he'd quickly looked away from her and only stayed silent since he'd had no idea what her reaction to seeing him would be. He didn't need her making a scene of any sort in front of his godson, who was rather perceptive and good about picking up on anything out of the ordinary. Snape didn't need any questions right now that he wasn't ready to answer. Especially, when he didn't have any answers to begin with.

Hermione was seated at her table; not even having looked at the staff table for fear of seeing the person she was dreading seeing. Neither Harry or Ron was there yet, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Snape walking down her aisle. Heading towards the staff's table, and seeing him, her cheeks turned red and she kept her eyes on her plate only.

He didn't slow his steps or pause at all as he passed her. Making her sigh in relief as she resolutely kept her head down and forced herself to keep eating the food she no longer tasted. Luckily, her potion's class was at the end of the day, so she had time before she was forced to be anywhere near him.

As she ate, suddenly Ron plopped down next to her, startling her. "Hey, Mione. Sorry about last night, but...I got caught by Snape and sent to the dorm." He said softly, though he looked a bit uncomfortable. "I think he knew I was up to something."

Hermione choked slightly on her eggs, and took a hasty drink to clear the path in her throat. "He caught you?" That might explain why he came into the closet at all. She thought.

Ron shrugged, already loading up a plate of food. "Yeah. Not sure what he though I was doing, but he did look at me all suspicious as he watched me leave. I heard a few fifth years set off some gags they bought from Fred and George, so maybe that was it. One of the sixth year prefects stumbled upon one. It covered them in some kind of blue slime when they set it off."

Harry spoke up from his place across from her, Ginny right beside him. "I heard one of the seventh years walked into one prank that had them covered in pus filled boils. The boils didn't hurt, they just looked gross."

Hermione barely took in what they said. Her mind was too busy calling her a cheater as she sat there next to her boyfriend. Her guilt at what she'd done swamping her.

Ron took in her silence, but kept eating. But a good ten minutes passed and she still hadn't spoken. He wondered if she was mad at him. If she was, he better fix it. Otherwise, she wouldn't help him with his transfiguration homework later.

He lifted his arm and slipped it around her shoulders. "What up, Mione? You've hardly said anything since I got here."

Hermione swallowed nervously and gave him a weak smile. Her brain still chanting the word cheater in her head. "Nothing...just distracted. I...I have to go." She said, quickly standing and striding out with him frowning at her retreating form.

She went to her first class, but didn't take as many notes as she normally would. Her thoughts kept slipping to her upcoming class and she missed most of what was being said around her.

Harry nudged her a few times, a curious look on his face when he saw she wasn't paying attention. She only gave him a tiny smile and tried to focus again on her work.

Draco, who was sitting towards the back of their shared class, saw Potter have to nudge her to get her out of her thoughts and frowned. Hermione never daydreamed in class. She always paid attention and took more notes than she actually needed to. So why wasn't she today.

He watched through a couple of other classes they had together and it was always the same. She stayed quiet and barely took any notes. Mostly she seemed lost in her own world and that wasn't like her at all.

Remembering that she was late coming back from patrol and had looked odd when she did finally come in the night before, he wondered what was going on. During lunch, she didn't talk or laugh with her friends. She seemed more reserved than normal. He'd swear something was bothering her, but he hadn't a clue to what it was.

Draco saw her walking towards their potion's class and again was curious what was going on. She was walking slower than usual and at the rate she was going, she was just barely going to make it on time to class.

Hermione took her seat only moments before the door slammed closed and Snape strode up the aisle. Her eyes on her desk after she took out her things, she did her best to stop the flush trying to cover her cheeks. Her peripheral vision took in what was going on around her, including Snape stopping in front of his class.

He glared out at the sea of faces before him, taking in each face before settling on the Gryffindor that wasn't looking at him. Hermione was instead looking at her desk and it annoyed him, he hated inattention. Though by the soft stain of her cheeks, he knew she was aware of him there.

He started in on his lecture, seeing her pick up a quill and scratch out a few thing here and there on her parchment. But she didn't write nearly as much as she normally did. Plus, he thought he caught her quill shaking slightly a few times.

Her eyes never raised to meet his, nor did her hand shoot up once. Much to the confusion of her friends sitting beside her. They both gave her curious looks and she shrugged slightly, indicating she was indeed paying attention to what was going on around her.

When it was time, they moved to get ingredients to try to replicate the potion he'd just lectured on. She stood slowly, making her way to the stores and gathered what she needed.

She went to her caldron and started preparing her ingredients. Snape wandered around the room, checking on everyone's progress. As he neared her station, he saw her grip on her knife start to tighten and her hand tremble slightly as she chopped the herbs in front of her. Her head lowered as she did so and her cheeks flushing more and more the closer he got.

Standing next to her friends and right beside her, he saw her cuts becoming much worse, the tremble making her slices uneven. He could have barked at her and was still debating doing so, but was worried that if he did, she'd end up slicing herself with the knife.

With a mental shrug he spoke. "Miss Granger." Sure enough, she jerked and sliced her fingers deeply.

She inhaled sharply at the pain and dropped the knife. "Yes, sir?" She said through clenched teeth as she picked up a cloth to help stop the bleeding.

Snape's closed his eyes as he prayed for patience, before glaring at her, though she was looking at her bleeding hand. "If you'd been paying attention, you wouldn't have cut yourself. Give me your hand." He growled at her.

Hermione swallowed and held out the still trembling hand to him. He removed the cloth and sighed at seeing that the cut was indeed very deep. She kept her blade very sharp so she could cut through her ingredients perfectly and it had sliced through her skin like it was nothing more than soft butter.

Pulling his wand, he healed the cut. "Maybe you should give your potion more attention so that you don't make...another mistake." Emphasizing the word 'another', and wording his statement like he did purposely to taunt her, as well as chastise her.

Hermione felt even more heat burn her cheeks as she nodded, not having raised her gaze once as he healed her. "Yes, sir." She said softly, mentally cursing. She had been paying attention; his presence just had her all tied up in knots.

He stared down at her for another moment, before releasing her hand and moving on. For the rest of the class, she kept her head down and focused on her work. When it was time to bottle it, she did so and left it on his desk without meeting his gaze once. It was both amusing and annoying.

While he was enjoying her discomfiture, it was annoying him that she refused to even look at him. He'd have thought she had more courage than that. Especially, with all that she'd done to start this mess to begin with.

As soon as the class was over, she was the first one out the door. Something that had never happened before. She always waited on her friends before leaving. But not today. Today, she had her things ready to go and was gone as soon as he dismissed the class.

He found himself chuckling slightly at seeing it too. If he'd know that all he had to do to get shut her up and leave him be, was to shag her...well, he wouldn't have done it, but it was still good to know that it was possible to get her to shut up and leave him be.

The only problem was that even though her silence was refreshing, the whole situation was pissing him off. He'd already caught himself looking at her this morning, then again during lunch. Taking in her delicate features while she wasn't looking. Remembering things about their encounter that he shouldn't be.

He shouldn't be thinking about how her naked breasts had felt pressed against his bare chest. Nor should he be thinking about how good of a shag she'd been.

When he found himself thinking about it once again, he forced the thoughts away. It couldn't and wouldn't happen again. Even though a tiny part of him hoped that it might.


A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter, Please leave me your thoughts.