Severus left the room, not too shocked by what Hermione had said, but the way his body reacted.

His name rolling off her tongue sent a shiver down his spine, which caused his balls to tighten a bit. He was lucky he kept from making eye contact with her, because he knew he would be in there right now shagging the head girl senseless if he had.

This brought his train of thought to something else. Just how had she gotten to be so powerful in such a short amount of time? He knew she was the brightest and most powerful witch in her time, but just how powerful had the vampire been that made her?

He turned down a passageway and came to a painting that depicted a fearsome hurricane over an ocean; a small boat was being thrashed around by the waves.

"Sorrow's wrath," he spoke, and a lightning bolt shot out from the cloud, striking the ship and sending it to a watery grave.

Severus entered his private chambers and began to disrobe. He changed into his long, black cotton or silk pants and poured himself a glass of Old Ogden's Firewhiskey, which promised to get the drinker sloshed in only a few shots.

He sat in his worn chair, gazing into the fire, getting lost in his thoughts.

His name sounded so right rolling off her tongue, sending jolts throughout his body. How he wanted to look her in the eyes and let himself get lost in the feeling of her around him; gripping his cock in her warmth, feeling her pulse around him, his tongue swirling around her rosy nipples, biting them and hearing her moan.

He began thrusting into her; her face held a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. She threw her head back and laughed. The laugh for some reason unnerved him, and it was then that he realized what was happening.

He bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth, teeth clanking together. He drew his mouth away and whispered sharply in her ear, "Stay the hell out of mind!"

He shook himself from the dream and saw that he had gripped his now hard dick and a small wet patch was evident on his trousers.

He pushed himself up to the edge of his chair and rested his elbows on his knees, thinking of Dumbledore in a string bikini.

He hadn't needed to use i Occlumency /i since Voldemort and his other followers were all dead or insane, but now he would have to with Miss Granger.

He sat there thinking a bit longer, staring into the fire that was growing dim. He sat up straight; rotating is neck and shoulders to get the kinks out. Standing, he had to brace himself on his chair; the firewhiskey had done its job. A few swear words and stumbling, he entered his room, extinguishing the lone candle on his nightstand, and fell face first into a dream filled sleep.

Hermione had been focusing on Severus since he left the hospital wing. She wanted him, yes, but she knew it wasn't right; she would have to find someone else to set her sights on.

She began thinking about him though, and what she wanted him to do to her, when she felt something give way and she slipped in. Just like before, she let her mind go, in hopes that a certain someone would see her thoughts.

"I want you Severus. I want to feel that serpent-like tongue running down my body, caressing my breasts and sliding lower."

Severus complied with her wishes, tonguing her nipples to hard peaks, rolling them between his teeth. His cock strained in his pants as she cradled him between her legs. She brought her feet up to his hips. With her toes, she hooked the waistband of his pants, and pushed them down his legs. Severus didn't wait and he plunged into her quivering heat, pumping furiously, wanting desperately to reach that pleasure high.

Severus was close to the high and he pulled away from Hermione's neck. He made eye contact with her and the smile she wore reached to her eyes. She let out a soft giggle which turned into a devilish laugh. Severus ceased his movements and looked down at her, his expression now changed to one of anger. He pulled out and drove home one more time before latching on her neck and biting, "Stay the hell out of my mind!"

Hermione felt herself being thrown into what felt like a brick wall. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was lying on her bed, a sheen of sweat on her naked body, her clothes strewn about the room.

Her breath was shallow and she could tell by the heat between her legs and the pulsing deep within her womb that she was aroused. She closed her legs, but that did nothing but brush her clit, making her whimper. Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to sleep like this; she reached down and brushed her clit gently, sending pleasure waves through her body. Her other hand reached up to caress her breast and a few strokes later, she felt her inner muscles contract as she tried to muffle her sounds of ecstasy.

Tired and sensing the coming morning, she pulled on her nightclothes and crawled under the covers for the remaining night.

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Ron entered the common room to see Harry sitting in one of the red velvet, over-stuffed chairs. Harry, seeing his friend's state, jumped up and hurried over to Ron. The red head lifted his blurry, tear-filled eyes to Harry's concerned green ones.

"Oh, don't tell me Snape caught you trying to get into Hermione's knickers in the forest, Ron," said Harry, not wanting to hear any bad news.

"It's much worse than that, Harry."

The images of Hermione once again came back, and the unshed tears finally fell over the brims. Ron sniffled, trying hard to not cry, hoping they found her in time. "Hermione and I were in the Forbidden Forest, trying to find an herb for Snape, wh-," Ron swallowed a cry, "when there was a noise a-and, oh gods Harry! She's so bright and she didn't see her coming!"

Ron collapsed to the floor, wrapping his arms around his legs.

"Ron, what happened?" said Harry, joining Ron on the floor.

"OH GOD HERMIONE! I SHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER!"

"Ron, what happened?"

"Sh-she was caught in the gaze of a vampire," whispered Ron.

From his screaming, the whole of Gryffindor was now awake and a few of the older boys had come to see what was up. He knew, if Hermione did make it through, this would be a very precious secret.

Harry clasped a hand over his mouth as his tears spilled down his cheeks.

"You can't be serious."

"I am," said Ron, his grief turning into anger, "and it's all because of him."

"Hey mates, what's going on? It's three in the morning and we have Hogsmeade tomorrow," this came from Seamus.

"Oh umm, it's just Ron, he, uh is just, we were talking about Hermione and how she turned him down and he's a little shaken. Why don't you all go back to bed, there won't be anymore outbursts this evening," nervously replied Harry, hoping they wouldn't see past it.

The few who had ventured out of the dorm rooms all turned and went back to their rooms. The flames of the common room flared green and their head of house stuck her head through.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, will you please step through here?"

They did as asked, got up and stepped through. Professor McGonagall already had some tea made for the two boys. They had both quieted, but tears still fell freely.

She gave a small, sad smile, "Don't act like you've lost your best friend."

Both boys stiffened in response, looking to one another in shock.

"Do you mean-"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley. Miss Granger is in the infirmary right now. We found her, but not before the change occurred."

"What do you mean change?" piped up Harry.

"Miss Granger has been brought over, shall we say; have no fear, she is fine, and she will be back to her studies on Monday. The Headmaster and Professor Snape are working out the kinks in Hermione's life right now, so things can go on as if nothing life changing has happened."

Ron had a sudden outburst of anger, "Professor McGonagall, you can't mean Snape is lending a i helping /i hand in matters? He is, after all, the one who did this to her!"

"Mr. Weasley, I assure you this is an accident. Professor Snape will be helping Miss Granger with this problem. He, after all, is experienced in the area."

"I knew it!" said Harry. "I always knew he was a vampire. But, how is it, he has a job being what he is twenty four seven, and Remus gets thrown out faster than you can say bludger for being something once a month?"

"Mr. Potter, Professor Snape is not a vampire; I merely said he has a lot of experience in the area. All of this was an accident and Professor Snape does indeed feel guilty for what has happened to her. He will be brewing drops and salves for her, if need be, until she can brew them on her own; she will be assisting him on this."

"What drops and salves?"

"Tomorrow we will be running a series of experiments. We will test to see if she is sensitive to light, that's where the salves and drops come in, to protect her from the rays of light, kind of like a mirror on the skin so she can still attend Quidditch and Hogsmeade. Speaking of Hogsmeade, I believe it is time for you two to turn in for the remainder of the night. Merlin only knows that Miss Granger is going to need your support tomorrow."

Ron and Harry got up and walked over to the fireplace, followed by Professor McGonagall

"Good night, Professor," said Harry. "See you in the morning."

Ron grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fire, "Gryffindor Common Room," and both stepped in. "Good night," Ron said at the last moment before they went whizzing away.

They landed in a heap of limbs, Harry still not used to traveling by floo.

"Well Ron, at least we still have our third."

"Yeah, it is a bloody relief, but it pisses me off that Snape almost put an end to it."

"Yeah. Well look on the bright side, we can buy Hermione the blood suckers from Honeydukes now!"

The boys, laughing quietly, ascended the stairs to their dormitory for the rest of the evening.