Snape hadn't paid attention to her attire when she had waltzed into his office mere moments before but he now noticed that she was clad in a black house robe hiding a dark green silk nightie. The nightie's hem came to rest at the middle of her thighs and the low cut neck line revealed a fair amount of cleavage that sent heat instantly between his legs. "No you're not an inane, stupid girl Ms. Granger…you're a woman in every sense of the word" Snape said while moaning.
Suddenly Hermione was straddling Snape's lap and looking up into the wild, lust filled eyes of her professor. He studied her, his eyes looking into hers as if he was waiting for her to do something. Suddenly a sly, mischievous grin spread its way onto his face. "You started this little adventure Ms. Granger. Would you care to finish it? Or are we having second thoughts little one?" He said with a dark chuckle. Hermione shivered. His voice alone done things to her that she couldn't explain. She hadn't meant to start this. Or had she? Hermione was suddenly aware exactly what she had chosen to wear before she decided to storm down to confront her professor. Her face went blood red and she jerked the robe closed. "Professor, I don't know what came over me" Hermione managed to say in a quivering voice. She lowered her head feeling ashamed. Snape placed a crooked finger under her chin and gently brought her face up so she would look in his eyes. He was shocked to find her eyes welling up with tears. "Why so sad little one" Snape whispered. "I guess I'm just ashamed that I acted this way. You must think I'm such a fool" Hermione managed to say.
Chuckling lowly Snape returned with "On the contrary Hermione. You are no fool. You just weren't able to fight the sexual tension that's been building between us lately any longer. I've felt it as well, and believe me it's been hard to ignore it. And trust me when I say this, you need not to be ashamed. You are very beautiful and very sexy. I have to admit that I failed your paper just to see the anger flash in your eyes. You are so spirited and full of fire; it's a fire I've longed to burn in since I first noticed how much of a woman you had really become." Hermione was touched at his words but was at a loss for anything to say. It was then she noticed a sizeable lump forming between her legs where her hips met Snape's. She could only gasp "oh, my!" "You feel it don't you? Do you feel how much I want you? How much I long for you? How much I wish to be buried deep inside of you?" Snape enunciated the last part by thrusting his hips against her. Hermione moaned and her head lopped to the side leaving her long, beautiful neck exposed to Snape's hungry lips. He began to suck, kiss, nip, and lick her neck while thrusting his hips. She grabbed the back of his head and dug her fingers into his hair bringing him closer. Every touch of his lips was like a combination of lightning striking and liquid heat searing her flesh. It was maddening, yet addicting. It was almost painful but she never wanted him to stop. Snape flicked out his long tongue and ran it from her collar bone and all the way up to lick the shell of her ear. He nibbled on her lobe, loving the mews and moans he was able to bring out of her sweet lips. He brought her face back to his and crashed his lips down on hers pushing his tongue in to explore her mouth. Her inexperienced tongue darted out to clash against his own and he almost lost it right there. He never thought he'd ever be wrapped up her embrace, acting out his fantasy of kissing her and bringing her pleasure. He takes hold of her black robe and slips it off her shoulders and tosses it across the room. He breaks the kiss so he can look at her. Her lips are red and swollen. Her neck is red and slightly marked from his mouth. Her eyes are glossy and lust filled. Her chest and beautiful breasts are heaving up and down from the excitement. The nightie hugs all of her curves in the right places. No she is not a girl anymore, but he hadn't noticed just how much her body had filled out. Her legs were long and creamy. Her feet dainty and feminine; she was perfect. "I won't make you continue if you don't want to or you're afraid. I may act like a bat from Hell but I assure you I would never force a woman" Snape said. He was hoping and praying she said yes. His problem was getting noticeably bigger and a lot more painful. It would be difficult to continue and stop again if she wished it. Hermione looked at her professor. She could see him exerting a huge amount of strength to hold back. He was giving her a choice. Before she could lose her nerve, Hermione whispered "I want you."