A/N: Hello everyone! Obviously everyone has realized by now that I am horrible about updating. I am so sorry. I've been crazy busy and just haven't had the will to cut down my precious sleeping hours in order to put out a new chapter. But, at least this one is much longer than the last! This chapter contains the first sex scene I've ever written, so please give me some feedback and perhaps some things I can work on. I'm not expecting my first time writing this to perfect by any means. ;)

Thank you all so much for the reviews, the numerous favorite story adds, and flooding my inbox with alert notices! I would appreciate some more reviews, though *nudge*. Perhaps it would encourage me to post faster? ;3

This chapter is dedicated to one of my best friends, Randi. She's been asking for me to crank up the sexy in my stories for a while now. Here it is, dear. x3

WARNING(S): I'll be earning the "M" rating in this chapter. That means sex, my dears. And a bit of coarse language. I can't remember if I had any in previous chapters, but there is a little bit in this one. If this somehow bothers you or you find it offensive and you feel the need to flame, feel free. It adds to my review count. ^^

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't have killed off all of my favorite characters. Thanks, Jo. You know I still worship you regardless.

We were in his office.

Everyone else had gone for the day and we were the only ones around. It was very quiet. He was lecturing me again as if I were still in school. As if I was a child. I yelled at him and our fight began to escalate. Suddenly a strange idea came to me. I would get him flustered and then he would stop yelling at me. Yes, this would work splendidly.

"Professor…" I looked up at him with the most seductive look I could muster, "Will you have to punish me, sir?" I shifted my weight back and forth while crossing my arms in front of my chest in an attempt to show more cleavage. "Perhaps we can come up with a punishment more suited to the crime." I slowly walked to where he was standing and placed a hand on his chest. I could feel his heart race beneath the layers of fabric.

He didn't move away.

It wasn't what I had been expecting. There was a small desk behind me that students would use to write at during detention. He looked down at me with an expression I couldn't quite describe. He leaned in towards me, his hand coming to brush a strand of hair from my face.

"I believe I know of a way to punish you, Miss Granger." I shuddered.

Suddenly, he was on me. His hands held my face tenderly as his lips took mine. I gasped as his tongue applied gentle pressure to my lips. He took this opportunity to roughly thrust his tongue deep into my mouth as I let out a soft moan. The room seemed to heat up so quickly. He moved his hands from my face to my hips as he guided me back onto the small desk behind be. He picked me up placing me on the desk and moved my legs to wrap around his waist. He moved from plundering my mouth to kissing and nipping along the side of my neck. One of his hands was on my back pulling me closer as the other held the back of my thigh firmly. I pushed him away slightly deciding that at least a few of the numerous layers between us would have to go. I quickly began on the buttons of his robe as he began to bite harder on my neck. I couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped me. I moved quickly and soon there was nothing separating me from his chest. I softly peppered kisses along his shoulders, then his chest, and finally made a trail down his stomach. He was the one to moan this time. As I moved to begin removing his trousers, he let out a desperate growl and pulled me up. He pulled me tight against him and roughly kissed me as he moved his hands to the buttons of my dress. It was certainly convenient that I had decided to wear something with such easy access. His hands flew over the buttons as I clung to his shoulders. His mouth followed the trail his hands had made down to the edges of my bra. He kissed, sucked and bit at my skin as I tried to get my body closer to his. He made his way back to my mouth as I gripped him tightly. He groaned and thrust his hips against me.

I could finally feel his arousal pushing against me as he moved. We were both breathing hard as I shed the last of my clothes and moved to finally remove his trousers. I slowly removed his belt and took the zipper between my teeth. I slowly lowered it as he let out another groan. I finally unbuttoned the last of those irritating buttons and let his trousers fall. I then slipped his boxers down to his feet and he stepped out of them. He caught my mouth with his and we kissed deeply. It felt as if it went on for hours. His hands began to snake up from my thighs to gently cup my breasts. He ran the pads of his fingers over my nipples as I gasped and held onto him even tighter. He began kneading my breasts harder as we booth began to pant. Finally he stopped to look into my eyes and cup my face in his hands. He kissed me gently then. I sighed softly as his hands left my face. I gasped as he slowly guided himself to my entrance. I could feel him throbbing as he entered me.

And then I woke up.

Hermione put her quill down and closed her dream journal. Her face was flushed and she was definitely glad she had decided to do this before going to take her shower.

No way in hell was she letting Severus read this.

Severus woke up feeling quite pleased with himself. He knew that Granger would come in to his office at some point looking flustered and out of sorts and beg that they change the base potion. It was all worth it just to see the look on her face. He went to breakfast as usual expecting Granger to avoid him like the plague or at least avoid all eye contact. She was already seated in her usual seat next to his as he entered the Great Hall. He sat down and, with a smirk, turned to her. "Good morning, Hermione." She had just finished a bite of food. She placed her fork down and smiled at him.

"Morning Severus! It's a very pleasant morning isn't it?" She was positively glowing. Hm. New strategy. Go for the kill. He lowered his voice to an almost whisper and checked to see if any of the other staff members were trying to listen in.

"How were the dreams last night, Hermione? Did you at least not have nightmares?" That should do it.

"Thank you for asking, Severus. Thankfully I had no unpleasant dreams last night. I am keeping a dream journal as you suggested as well." She looked completely unfazed. It was as if Severus had just asked her what her favorite knitting pattern was. This was not how this was supposed to work. She was supposed to look flustered. After that, Severus would make an inflammatory comment on the content of her dreams, she would get angry and stomp out, a matter of hours would go by, and then she would apologize for stomping and demand an apology in return. Severus would then change the subject and get out of trouble all together. This is the plan that worked every time. She must have been hiding something. "I'll be keeping the content of the dreams to myself though, if you don't mind. Although I can tell you that I did avoid nightmares, I won't be going into details." She gave him a smile before returning to her breakfast. Aha! She must be embarrassed because of the person she dreamed about. That's even better. He would use this to his advantage later.

"I'm glad that you had a reprieve from the nightmares. We'll discuss the journal later." She frowned up at him and looked as if she wanted to say something, but he continued. "Let's meet in my lab tonight and work on our first change in the potion."

"Alright. What time exactly?"

"I believe seven will do. Please remember to be on time for once." He smirked as he began to eat his breakfast.

"Indeed. I will attempt to curtail my rampant tardy-ness. I must be such a bother to you, Severus." She rolled her eyes in a teasing way before taking her leave. She always insisted that she needed time before class to prepare. It was his opinion that she probably just needed yet another cold shower.

The day passed quickly and luckily for Severus, only a few cauldrons had met their untimely demise in his six-years potions class. It seemed that one of his students had gone to the Finnigan school for potion making, but that was to be expected. There was always one in every group.

Dinner was over and the time he and Hermione had discussed was fast-approaching. He glowered at the clock. She would be late again. He could bet on it. He sighed and once more went over all of the notes he had prepared. He decided it would be best to test all of the individual parts before the brewing of the actual potion so that Granger would have less to foul-up. Suddenly, there was a loud bang as his door flew open.

"I'm not late, Severus. Don't even give me that look." He hadn't even been aware of the glare he'd been giving her. It was becoming a automatic response of his every time she opened the door. "I had a few of the seventh year girls who thought that it would be a fantastic idea to ask me for relationship advice. I told them that it would have been more informative for them if they had gone to Madam Pomfrey. I'm fairly certainly she's seen more action than I have as of late." He did not almost drop his stack of notebooks. They were simply poorly balanced because of the numerous bookmarks. Gravity was to blame.

"I highly doubt that being an appropriate statement to tell a student. You'll give them all nightmares and then they will destroy my class room due to sleep deprivation. Really? Poppy Pomfrey? That mental image was completely uncalled for. And, don't think I don't realize that this is all a horrible contrived plot to make things difficult on me." She laughed loudly at this. She had a brilliant smile on her face that seemed wonderfully kissable in that moment. He meant loathful. Loathful.

"I swear Severus. You can be amusing when you want to be." The look she gave him was almost as if she were flirting with him. Which wasn't possible. She suddenly clapped her hands together and gave him an all too enthusiastic and determined look. "So, Severus, where do we begin?"

"We'll start by going over a few other potions ingredients' effects and sid-effects and then we will begin the brewing process. The brewing process itself should take more than a few hours." She groaned and he felt an odd sense of triumph.

"A few hours, Severus? This isn't all I do you know. I have a lot of research that I do before each of my classes and I also have assignments to grade!"

"Well, if we can get this first version done tonight, I will let you have Saturday off."

"Deal." Of course he wouldn't actually be letting her get out of a Saturday brewing session. That was part of the fun. "Let's begin, shall we? I think that starting tonight I will begin taking the potion as well." She gave him a questioning look as he continued. "I was thinking about how the potion works and if it works differently depending on gender or age, at least we'll have some of the basics covered. That way I may also be able to get some relief for a while." Her face almost looked flushed. "I'll be keeping a journal as well so we can chart the progress." She nodding and began looking over the different ingredients he had listed and the effects. "Speaking of the journals, Hermione, I will eventually need to look through yours. I can't be sure about the potion's effect if I don't know what you have dreamed."

"You do not need to know all of the details Severus. I can tell you the basics and you can be satisfied with them." She casually filled through the notes while scribbling something down in a pad she had brought.

"Hermione, I really do think it best if-"

"I will not be sharing private details of dreams with you, Severus. Stop asking."

"It isn't as if these dreams could be anything scandalous in nature, Granger. I'm sure mister Potter will be thrilled to know that you dream of him." He knew this was going too far. He also knew that the horrified blush that covered her checks and spread down her neck was completely worth it.

"I'll have you know, Snape, that I was not dreaming of Harry! He is my best friend and nothing more. And besides that, who I dream of is none of your business!" She closed the notebook shut roughly as she moved on to the next.

"Honestly, Granger. What on earth are you so embarrassed about? Having salacious dreams? You said yourself that you had gotten less action than Poppy lately. It's natural that you would have those sorts of dreams considering your current state." She let out a horrified little huff at this and Severus knew he had won.

"Fine! You want to read my journal, Severus? That's fine! You can read it after we've finished and finalized the completed potion and after I read yours!" He had not expected this. Why on earth did she want to read his journal?

"That is perfectly fine. At least I can understand the importance of thorough testing." She rolled her eyes but at least seemed to have calmed down a bit.

"Alright Severus. Now can we please get to work?"

Four hours passed in comfortable silence. She was annoying and ridiculous, but he had to admit she was a diligent and competent worker. Finally, they had finished the potion.

"Alright Hermione. We will both take this potion tonight and then write exactly what we dream about in our journals once we wake up. Names of those in the dreams are not needed." Hermione agreed and gathered her things.

"Good night Severus. Let's talk meet before breakfast so I can tell you what the differences are."

"That's fine." He stacked his notebooks and handed her the vial of potion.

"Good night, Severus." She closed the door.

Severus took the next few minutes cleaning up and getting ready for bed. He swallowed down the potion in on gulp, tucked himself comfortably underneath his blanket and went to sleep. He hoped that whatever pleasant dream would visit him would at least be better than the nightmares.

The room was not bright but lit well enough that he could see clearly. He was sitting in the tub in his bathroom. He used it very infrequently but it was nice when he wanted to relax. He leaned comfortably against the back of the tub and closed his eyes. He was drifting off into comfortable bliss until he stretched his feet out in front of him and came into contact with something soft.

"Eek!" It wasn't an ear-piercing screech, but more like a surprised little womanly sound. Womanly.

He jerked his head up and quickly brought his knees towards his chest.

"Granger! What the fuck are you doing in my bath?" Hermione Granger was sitting naked in this bath tub. She was naked.

"I was taking a bath." It almost seemed more like a question then a statement.

"You were taking a bath? In case you haven't noticed, this is my bathroom! Get out!" Granger seemed even more confused at this point.

"Huh. I suppose this is your bathroom. I don't remember ever seeing it before." She seemed to suddenly realize that she was indeed sitting in his bathtub naked and moved to cover herself. "Can you hand me a towel, Severus? Or at least close your eyes." He had to fight to not say 'it's nothing I haven't seen before.' He closed his eyes and could hear her begin to get up from the tub. He was not imagining the droplets of water cascading down her skin. Suddenly, he realized he was feeling a great deal more of Granger's skin than he had ever intended.

"Ah!" She had slipped on a bar of soap at the bottom of the tub and fell. Directly into his lap. "Oh, Merlin, Severus! I am so sorry!" She then proceeded to try and retrieve her footing but instead slid the bar of soap around making the bottom of the tub a slippery mess. All the while the curvaceous naked body of Hermione Granger was rubbing up against Severus on all sorts of inconvenient places. She then tried to gain some leverage with her arms but only ended up with her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He couldn't help letting out a low moan. He could feel her freeze the moment the sound left his lips. She looked up at him and he suddenly realized how close her face was to his. Before he could explain that it certainly that wasn't what she thought it was poking into her thigh, she closed the distance between them and claimed his lips. He sat very still for a few moments and attempted to get away from the obviously possessed woman. He certainly wouldn't take advantage of the situa- Merlin. How on earth did she move her hips like that?

Fuck it.

His hands latched on to her hips and he responded deeply to her kiss. He took control lifting her up and pinning her against the opposite wall of the tub as the water sloshed around them. He ground against her as one hand reached her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. She let out a breathy moan and arched against him. He kissed her deeply before moving his mouth down to her breasts and taking one nipple into his mouth. He sucked roughly as she moaned, clutching his hair in her hands with pure need.

"Severus." He moaned deeply hearing his name on her lips. He never thought a word could be so arousing. He kissed her again before positioning himself above her. He guided himself to her entrance and slowly pushed in. Hermione cried out and wrapped her legs tightly around him. He growled low in his throat and willed himself not to come at the first feel of her tighten around him. Finally he sunk into her fully as they panted. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, building a pace. "Severus." It was sounding more like a plea and less like his name this time. "Please. Faster. Harder." He pulled almost all of the way out and plunged back into her. She cried out his name. He thought there couldn't be a person in the castle that didn't hear that. He picked up the pace as her legs tightened around him. He kissed her deeply knowing he was close.

"Hermione." He moaned her name as he roughly slammed into her, gripping her hips tightly. She cried out and tightened around him as she climaxed, pushing him over the edge with her. He was still inside her as his world faded to black.

Severus woke up.

Severus woke up suddenly and sat up panting. He had just had a dream about Hermione Granger and his sheets were now far from clean. A shower was also now on the top of the list of his things to do.

What the fuck?