Days past and I threw myself into my work, blocking out all thoughts of Severus Snape, or at least attempting to. Anger erupted within me whenever he entered my mind, followed by confusion and then lust. The lust was the worst. I found my libido had gone into over drive and I was constantly eager to please. But unfortunately, given the current situation of my love life, the only person I was pleasing was myself.

So time went by slowly, dragging all happiness with it. The Ministry appeared to no longer control my interests and for the first time in a long time I longed for a partner, someone to come home to and vent my sexual frustrations out on. I was an extremely sexual women and it was about time that someone appreciated me for it.

Then why on earth was I unable to stop thinking about him. My lanky, pale, greasy haired professor. Out of all the wizards, why him? Though only solution that I was almost considering was that perhaps I was seeking out my intellectual equal? It was a thought I had to say.

So as I made my way to the Ministry on a miserable Monday morning, I wondered if this was it? A rather depressing thought at such a young age. I arrived on time as usual with my morning latte in hand, caffeine was no luxury, it was a necessity. Standing in the packed elevator I mentally prepared myself for the day ahead, noting that Cornelia, my assistant, was on vacation for the week causing my life to become even more stressful if perhaps possible.

The metal doors drew apart and there, standing in his sweeping black cloak stood my old professor. His head was bent over a piece of paper which he was reading enthusiastically, a slight sneer playing upon his lips. Without looking up he stepped forward, taking the empty space in front of me. My body hummed in his presence. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair in a frantic motion, trying to remember whether I had even attempted to attack my wild curls with a brush this morning.

Slowly the elevator began to empty until it was just the two of us and a small old wizard wearing bright pink robes. Terrified that he would get off before we spoke I cleared my throat.

'Good morning Professor.'

He turned swiftly, stuffing the piece of paper into his pocket.

'Ah, Granger, I should have known it was you.'

'Charming Sir,' I snapped. 'Perhaps you are in need of some caffeine to help you wake up.' I sipped my own take-away cup for emphasis, keeping my eyes locked on his.

He growled at me menacingly but I merely smiled at him, daring him to take part in this early morning banter.

We stopped at a floor and the old wizard shuffled out, nodding at us both as he left.

'You're not a morning person I take it.' I urged him to get my double meaning.

He got it.

'Well Granger, some of us have important things to do and cannot waste their time.'

'Wasting your time?' I raised my eyebrows at him, 'That's one way of putting it Sir.'

'I didn't mean it like that.'

'No , that's fine, I wouldn't want to waste your time now would I?'

He let out a frustrated sigh and turned to face the elevator buttons. Before I knew what he was doing, he reached out and pushed the emergency stop button, sending us to a flying halt. I fell forward grasping his outstretched arms for support. He held me while I regained my footing.

'What the hell! Why did you do that!' I pushed at him, my face flushed with anger.

'So I could do this.'

He grabbed me and pulled my body against his, crushing his mouth against mine in a desperately frantic kiss. After a moment my arms wrapped around his next and I pushed against him, needing to feel his body against mine, hard and erect that he was. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue licked along my lower lip, followed by his teeth which nipped against the soft flesh. I reciprocated and finally our tongues met, licking and tasting all they could possibly absorb.

One of his hands wound itself into my thick hair, grabbing and pulling my head against his. The other hand ran down my back until it reached my ass. Squeezing gently at first, his need intensified and he moved us both back against the cold metal elevator wall.

'We don't have much time.' I panted as he began sucking on my neck.

He growled in response, his hands busy working their way up my stockings.

There was a loud banging against the doors and I roughly pulled his hair to get his attention.

'The fifth floor, office number eighteen, ten minutes, don't be late.'

I barely had enough time to fix my skirt before the doors were wrenched open, revealing myself and my old professor standing in the remainder of my latte which had spilled onto the floor in all the excitement.

I marched out quickly, making a beeline for the stairs, climbing down the three floors to my floor. Moving swiftly I entered my office, taking out my compact mirror and smearing a little gloss over my lips, there was nothing else possible to improve my appearance.

Exactly ten minutes later he swooped into my office, putting a silencing charm on the room before locking the door.

'Good God Hermione, I have been thinking of this since I last saw you.'

Though part of me wanted to snap at him and tell him off for his behaviour last time, the other part which was controlled by my libido insisted I wait until afterwards. He swiftly closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me deeply. My body melted against his in a pool of pure happiness. His skilled hand began to slide down my thigh, stroking the gusset of my stocking before moving upwards and lightly caressing my mound through my cotton panties. I shivered from his touch. Moving us both he backed me up until I was against my desk where he quickly and efficiently lifted me by my hips so I was sitting on top of it.

I squealed with surprise but he continued where he left off. His fingers delved under my panties and he groaned loudly.

'So fucking tight.' He growled as his fingers teased my opening.

'Yes Professor, oh yes!' I moaned loudly as he began stroking my clit, teasing and pulling it causing me to writhe against his hand.

Suddenly there was a draft of cold air on my nether regions and I realised that my panties were gone.

'Move back.' He commanded

I shimmied backwards, my bare quim exposed for him to see as I lifted my legs up. He moved forwards and pulled my legs over each shoulder and bent down to place a kiss on my quim.

'What do you want Hermione?'He asked, his face inches away from giving me exactly what I wanted.

'Make me come.' I begged.

Without another word he leaned forward and began lapping at my pleasure centre, licking and sucking every piece of hyper sensitive skin. I cried out and my hands flew to his head, my fingers locking into his hair.

'Oh yes, harder... right there, oh god.' I cried out, suddenly hit with a forceful orgasm that propelled throughout my body, from my head to my toes. I thrashed against the wood of the table while he watched me with half-mast eyes, glazed over from the mere sight of my sexual experience. My body gave one last shake before I quietened down and lay still atop the desk.

Gathering all my strength I sat up and kissed his mouth, still wet with my happy juices.

'Your turn.' I said, my hands tracing his belt buckle, always eager to please.

I know, I know, what an awful place to leave it, but next installment shall contain lots of smut! Reviews would be wonderful. X