A/N: Here's chapter two.

Severus had apparated back to muggle London in order to retrieve Hermione's wand quickly and to transfigure his handkerchief into something for Hermione to wear. Which ended up being a small shift dress in the same olive color as the handkerchief. Presently they were back at Hogwarts in Severus's living room. They had scarcely entered into his chambers before he had an arm full of witch. "Hermione?" He questioned stepping back to look at the young woman's face.

Incredibly, she smiled at him. "Thank you so much Severus," she exclaimed in a soft voice. "I was so scared tonight and so sure I was going to die. But you saved me, you saved my life." In spite of himself, he returned her embrace.

"I only wish that it had not been needed. Or at the very least, that I didn't have to take your innocence," he answered truthfully, fighting the compulsion to stroke her cheek. "Please forgive me." He said sending her a pleading look-all the while expecting for her not to. By now the shock would have worn off and Hermione would think back on his actions with renewed revulsion.

Feeling her hand cup his cheek was a surprising revelation for him. "Of course I forgive you, but really there's nothing to forgive." He frowned. "I mean it Severus, I'm glad that it was you and not some other Death Eater. You gave me pleasure when all I should have felt was pain. Thank you." She kissed him. It was an innocent kiss and achingly sweet. His stomach tightened and suddenly he was reminded that he still held Hermione in his arms.

He turned away from her, "You're welcome Miss Granger."

"What happened to calling me Hermione, Severus?" He heard her ask. She came up behind him, hand resting on his shoulder. He moved to gaze into her eyes.

"Hermione, what happened between us-it, well, it shouldn't have. And now that we're back at Hogwarts..."

She sighed, "I know nothing can change. Tomorrow you'll go back to being my snarky, overbearing Defense Teacher. You'll probably take a ton of points away from Gryffindor and Harry will be convinced you're evil."

"And you?"

She smiled again. "I'll still be an insufferable little know-it-all." He smirked. "But tonight Severus," she said with her face moving closer to his, "I want you to take me again."

And then she kissed him. Again. Only this time it was anything but innocent. It was slow, sensual and inexperienced. To Severus it set his loins on fire and he reflexively crushed Hermione's small form to his body. He guided the kiss, his tongue skillfully seducing moans from her mouth. He felt her nimble fingers begin to free him of his shirt. "Wait," he gasped tearing his lips from hers. "Hermione this isn't right. I've already taken something so precious and to accept your proposal makes me feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"But you aren't. Severus, I want this and more importantly, I want this with you. You said it yourself that no one should have a first time like mine. Well, tonight I just thought that we could pretend..."

"That we could pretend that we are lovers," he finished for her. It was a tempting thought. "Just for one night?" He wanted her to understand that he couldn't promise anything else. Even if he wanted to.

"Just for one night." She promised, kissing him once more. He smiled and proceeded to scoop her up. If he was going to bed the witch, he was going to do it right. She let out a surprised squeal before wrapping her arms around his neck. He would grant her wish. Tonight she had been robbed of her virginity. Of her choice. He could understand that she wanted to at least choose how she would remember losing it.

"Well then Hermione, allow me to carry you into the bedroom. Tonight, we are no longer teacher and student, but man and woman. Equals. Lovers."

His bedroom wasn't a far walk but Hermione couldn't help but soak in this moment. At the revel Severus had done everything to make sure she was safe and even now he was willing to help her create a better memory. She could feel his reluctance at taking advantage of her; however, Hermione didn't feel he was. In fact, she was taking advantage of him. Of his kindness. If Severus was anything he was trustworthy and she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

Which was why she was prepared to let him use her body. It was the only way she could thank him. She couldn't very well get him a card. And he was being so sweet, carrying her into his bedroom. Laying her gently down onto the bed. It was more than anything she expected. She looked up at his heated eyes and nodded when he proceeded to remove the transfigured shift. Here she was again, naked before him. Blushing, she turned her head. She felt him grab her chin in order to make her face him. "Don't be embarrassed, you are gorgeous Hermione." He said before standing up to remove his own clothes.

Once he was equally bare he climbed on top of her and together they gasped at the feeling of skin against skin. He kissed her, hands buried in her hair before moving down to her breast. "Hermione," he purred in her ear, "with your permission I'd like to ready you the way I wish I could have earlier. Not with a spell."

"Then how?" She asked breath hitching at the treatment he was giving her breast. He massaged each mound before laving at her nipples. Tweaking them, sucking, causing her desire and frustration to build.

"With my mouth," he answered simply trailing his tongue down. Down her belly to the junction of her thighs. She gasped when he licked her pussy. Tracing unknown patterns, teasing, sucking her clit. It was incredible and he was just getting started. She moaned as he inserted one finger followed by another into her. Imitating the act she so desperately wanted him to repeat. He rubbed her vigorously and in seconds she was overcome with pleasure and he drank her juices as she came down from her high.

"Take me now," she whispered and he kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his lips before positioning himself at her entrance. And then he plunged into her depths. It felt so good, his cock sheathed in her heat. Moving in and out of her escalating her arousal. His hands roaming her body and his powerful strokes constant and unrelenting. "Sev-sev-severus," she stuttered. Hips bucking up to meet him stroke for stroke.

"That's it Hermione," he panted, his cock gaining speed. He adjusted and now he was hitting a spot that made Hermione's toes curl. "Cum for me you beautiful, luscious witch, " he grunted and she did. It was blissfully primal the way he spoke to her. The way he pounded into her and it was enough to send her over the edge. She came with a shout, his name on her lips and he followed soon after, his sperm filling her. He collapsed next to her on the bed.

"You're amazing," she breathed and he chuckled.

"Thank you for the compliment Hermione and I assure you the sentiment is mutual." Hermione grinned and he rolled his eyes. "It's late," he announced and Hermione felt her heart sink. He was going to kick her out. But he didn't. Instead he wrapped her in his arms, kissed her forehead and said, "sleep." Hermione smiled, kissed his chest and did just that.