Two weeks had gone by since Malfoy's attempted rape, but although Hermione was slowly recovering from the incident she was not happy. It seemed that wherever she went, he was there; skulking around the library as she studied, popping out in little dark nooks as she walked through the corridors to her classes, once or twice she even seen him hanging around the portrait of the Fat Lady when she emerged from the Gryffandor common room. Snape was becoming a pain in the ass. Hermione was bemused by the whole thing because, although he always seemed to be around her, the two hadn't spoken a word to each other since Hermione had thanked him. As soon as he appeared he would study her with his penetrating eyes and, seemingly satisfied, would scowl and leave her wondering just what the hell was going on. However no matter how much the potions master was annoying her she could put it out of her head, the Christmas holidays were nearing and, although she was planning to stay in the castle this year to study in peace, she was looking forward to the last Hogsmeade trip of the year, where she would be able to do her Christmas shopping and attend the party planned in the Three Broomsticks. No one, not even Snape, could spoil her mood as the day of the trip neared closer and closer.

XOXOXOX

Thump!

Hermione bolted up in her bed as something soft but heavy made contact with her face.

"Wake up sleepy-head! Its Hogsmeade day!" said Ginny laughing at Hermione's sleepy face as the brandished a pillow.

Hermione grinned and rolled out of bed heading straight for the bathroom, dodging excited Gryffandor girls as they hurried about getting ready for the trip. Showering quickly she dressed herself in a black pleated skirt which stopped mid thigh and a tight blue jumper, before slipping on her robes and some knee length boots with a slight heel to keep her warm. Casting a quick spell to tame her hair she dashed back into her dorm where Ginny was sitting on her bed swinging her feet impatiently.

"Come on Hermione, Neville's waiting for us in the common room!"

They dashed down the stairs giggling in excitement and as soon as they saw Neville they linked arms with him and frogmarched him to the Great Hall. Neville couldn't help laughing at his friends excited chatter which continued over breakfast where every student over third year was spooning in their porridge as hurriedly as they could while the younger students looked on, green with envy.

XOXOXO

Half an hour later the students were lined up at the doorway waiting to depart. Ginny, Hermione and Neville were standing impatiently near the back of the line.

"Hurry up or we'll never get there!" moaned Neville, tapping his feet impatiently.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Ginny who had noticed her friend frantically checking her pockets.

"I think I left my purse up in the dorm, could you wait for me while I run and get it?"

They both agreed as Hermione sped off.

Hermione panted as she halted at the Gryffandor entrance, "Fiddle… sticks" she gasped at the Fat Lady between breaths and climbed into the dormitory. She dashed up to the bedroom, but to her dismay she couldn't find her purse anywhere.

"No, no, no, no, no!" she moaned as she tipped the contents of her suitcase out as she frantically searched for the missing item. Sighing dejectedly she turned and made her way down to the great hall. "Maybe Neville could lend me some money until I find my purse" she though, cursing her rotten luck. As she reached the great hall she saw that all the students had already left, sighing angrily that her friends hadn't waited, Hermione hurried to the front entrance, hoping to catch up with the stragglers before long, however just as she reached the doorway the door slammed shut in her face.

"What the hell?" she cried, stepping back.

"Going somewhere, Miss Granger?" asked a silky voice behind her, causing her to wheel around in fright, relaxing as she recognised the tall potions master standing behind her.

"Professor, I was just on my way to Hogsmeade, I had to go find my purse so I was a little late but I was just going to run and catch up" Hermione babbled.

"You mean this purse?" asked Snape quietly, holding up a small black coin bag. Hermione sighed in relief and reached for the purse, but before she could take it Snape slipped it back into an unseen pocket in his robes.

"Sir" Hermione cried, astonished.

"As you can see, Miss Granger, the students allowed to go to Hogsmeade have already left, if you had wished to join them, you should have been here on time"

Hermione's mouth dropped in sheer disbelief.

"But sir, I am allowed to go, I gave my permission slip at the start of the year, and if I run I can catch up-"

"You're babbling, Miss Granger" interrupted Snape smoothly, "It is your own fault you missed this trip, now kindly return to your common room" he turned and began to make his way out of the hall. As she watched him leave, something clicked in her sharp mind.

"Wait, you stole my purse! You took it because you knew I would go looking for it and would miss the trip! You did this on purpose!" Hermione's face was turning red as she pointed an accusatory finger at her professor. Slowly, Snape stopped, surprised at how astute the girl was, he turned around to face her once more and sneered,

"I assure you, Miss Granger, that although a teacher's salary isn't as much as I feel I deserve for teaching dunderheads, I would not stoop to common theft, nor do I appreciate being accused as such"

Hermione shook with anger, "you're lying, you've been following me around this school for two weeks now making sure I didn't get myself into trouble, and now you won't let me go to Hogsmeade because you think I'm a weak little girl who can't handle danger, well, let me tell you professor, you don't own me and you can't stop me going to Hogsmeade because it isn't against any rules." With that outburst, Hermione strode towards the door and with one mighty yank, pulled the door open. However, before she could step outside into the blustery wind, a strong hand grabbed her by the cuff of the neck and pulled her back inside. Before she knew it, Hermione was pinned against the wall between two suits of armour, staring at her professor's furious face, she knew she was trapped.

"It is against the rules to sneak into Hogsmeade when you have a detention, Miss Granger" hissed Snape, his face alarmingly close to hers, their noses almost touching. Hermione tried to ignore her professor's proximity as she considered his words in confusion.

"But I don't have a detention sir" she froze as she looked at Snape who was beginning to look smug.

"No, no you wouldn't" gasped Hermione, shaking her head as he smirked

"Detention for being rude to a professor, in my office right now" Snape said silkily as he turned and began to walk towards the end of the hall. Not hearing meek footsteps behind him, he turned to observe the angry schoolgirl, who was still standing where he had left her, her shocked face replaced with one of steely determination. Snape raised an eyebrow, "Well, Miss Granger?"

"I'm not going" replied Hermione calmly, meeting her professors gaze challengingly while folding her arms. Snape almost laughed at the stubborn expression on her face. Well, he thought to himself, if it's a challenge she wants…

In three long steps he was once again in front of Hermione while she used every fibre of her being not to look scared as he bent towards her menacingly. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her feet first like a sack of potatoes. He tried to control his mirth as Hermione screamed and thumped her fists against his back, demanding release. Casting a swift silencing spell on the girl so she would not bring attention to them, he walked quickly to his office, enjoying the feel of Hermione's bare legs as he held them securely, while her pert, heart shaped bottom wiggled tantalizingly at his shoulder.

XOXOXO

Luckily for Snape, they met no one in the corridor on the way to his office, as he had no explanation as to why he was carrying a seventh year student over his shoulder as she struggled silently, eyes wide open in mortification. As he entered his office, he slung Hermione down unceremoniously on the floor before casting silencing charms and door locking charms on the room to prevent her escape. Steeling himself for an onslaught, he removed the silencing spell from the student, wincing as she screeched at him in pure, red hot rage. She launched herself at the teacher, no longer caring about punishments, about being expelled for attacking a teacher, wanting nothing more than to claw the eyes out of her tormentor as he laughed at her fury. He could have slopped her instantly with a hex, but decided that it was far more fun to allow her to throw herself at him, before grabbing her wrists and forcing them behind her back while at the same time pulling her closer so that she writhed and snapped against his chest. Despite the circumstances, Snape couldn't stop the excitement of having this wild, feral lioness growling and gnashing in front of him, and he felt a familiar stirring in his loins.

"Now" he said calmly, observing the struggling girl, "about your punishment". With considerable strength he lifted Hermione and strode over to his office chair; as he sat he flipped Hermione horizontally and set her on his lap with some difficulty as she was still struggling furiously. Grabbing his wand he cast a quick charm to tie up her feet and wrists. For a moment he considered a gag, but no, he grinned, it was far more fun to simply let her scream.

Hermione was thrashing about so much so that she didn't notice when her robes were lifted up above her waist, or when her skirt was pulled up, exposing her pert bottom in innocent, white panties. Her anger was so great that she didn't even notice those panties were being pulled down until it was too late.

SLAP!

Hermione stopped struggling immediately, frozen in shock.

SLAP!

White hot pain exploded in her ass, making her forget to breathe.

SLAP!

The shock made her breath again, and suddenly she realised what was happening, the fury took hold again and she screamed furiously, her struggling beginning anew, however her teacher had a tight grip on her waist, and was calmly and persistently slapping that beautiful firm ass red raw.

XOXOXO

Snape was enjoying himself immensely; it had taken Hermione ten long minutes to tire herself out and was now slumped across his lap, taking each slap with a small whimper. He observed his handiwork, her bottom was covered in large welts shaped like handprints, particularly at the very top of her thigh, which he discovered was the most painful for her, especially if he slapped it over again in the exact same spot. However as he admired his hard work he noticed the beginning of her slit which had emerged earlier when her legs had parted involuntarily. It was glistening with moisture causing Snape to smirk; it looked like he wasn't the only one enjoying himself.

Hermione lay submissively on her teachers lap, realising a while ago that her struggles where only getting him excited, as shown by the ever growing lump she felt against her hip. Tears fell down her pretty face as each slap burned her ass; he had developed a pattern a while back and had been slapping her continuously for what seemed like hours. When he paused, she didn't dare believe that he had finished, and she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut with fear at what was next to come. She cried out as a particularly hard slap landed just where her ass and thigh met, but couldn't deny the sudden thrill she felt when she realised that she was completely helpless against his administrations, each slap burned her ass, but with the pain she felt a spark of pleasure within her, and before long she was biting her lip to stop moans escaping as her pussy grew wetter and wetter.

Above her Snape was not oblivious to the girl's sudden change, as he continued to spank her he watched as the folds of her pussy grew plump and slick with her moisture, and he purred at her pleasure.

"Wanton girl, you're enjoying this, aren't you" he purred, stroking her ass softly before delivering another slap to her left cheek, her answering moan was all he needed for reassurance as he continued.

"You know now that you must never disobey me, don't you, Miss Granger" he continued silkily as she nodded. Another slap landed on her right cheek this time

"I need an answer Miss Granger" Another slap.

"Yes… sir" she panted as he ceased for a moment, tracing her welts with a long, talented finger.

"Yes… master" he said sharply, slapping her ass on a particularly red, painful looking area, causing her to yelp sharply and arch her back.

"Yes master!" she cried as tears flowed freely down her face, she sobbed as he rained slaps down on her red raw bottom.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N..No, master" she sobbed truthfully. He chuckled at her reply and continued his administrations. This continued until he noticed a dampness growing on his leg, her pussy was soaked through and was dripping onto him as she moaned loudly. He placed an experimental finger on her slit and rubbed lightly as she cried out, almost coming there and then on the spot.

"Good, good little slave" purred Snape, "You are so wet for your master, do you want to taste yourself?"

She nodded against his leg and he chuckled, scooping some of her moisture on his index finger and bringing it to her mouth to suck off, which she did so, licking his finger to catch every last drop.

"Do you taste good, little slave?"

She nodded, quivering as he continued to stroke her slit, just lightly enough to make her want more. He chuckled smoothly once more as she arched herself toward his teasing finger and withdrew his hand, much to Hermione's despair.

With one wave of his wand, her clothes had disappeared and he now had a chance to admire her small, slim figure, tied up neatly on his lap. He stroked her back softly as if she were a cat and watched her moan helplessly, begging for his hand to return to her pussy.

"Hush hush, little slave, we have plenty of time for that later, but first, we have some things to discuss."

He placed his hands under her armpits and used his considerable strength to place her gently on the floor between his legs, so that she was kneeling down looking up at him. He took a second to admire her flushed face and lust filled eyes, made all the more pleasurable knowing that he was the cause of it. He leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes.

"I want you, and if you were to let me, I could bring you to the highest peaks of ecstasy, I could make you experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, and could ensure that you would never leave my bedside ever again."

Hermione trembled at his words, her lips slightly parted. She wanted him, gods, how she wanted him.

"But know this, I am a selfish, greedy man, and I do not take relationships lightly. If you agreed to be mine, I will take you; I will dominate your very soul. You will never be able to escape me, for if you tried, I would hunt you down and drag you back every time, if you agree to be mine, you will never be able to leave my side. Do you understand me?"

Hermione gasped at the intensity of his words but she knew exactly what she wanted, what she had always wanted deep down, she was ready to become his. Locking her eyes onto his she spoke quietly,

"What would you wish me to do, Master?"

Those words sparked a hurricane in Snape's mind, with one swift movement he swung her light body up and laid her on his desk. Breaking the ropes which bound her feet together with his bare hands, he threw her legs apart and paused to look Hermione in the eye once more.

"So be it, Slave"

And with that he lowered himself to her pussy, breathing in her scent as he watched her quiver in anticipation. He began to kiss her inner thigh slowly, travelling up towards her glistening pussy, before turning to repeat his actions on her other thigh. Below him, Hermione moaned and writhed at his teasing, her wrists were still bound and she could do nothing but plead helplessly for him to touch her.

"Master… please, please now!" she cried as he chucked against her thigh. Taking his time, he used his tongue to trace a thin, wet trail up her thigh, up to her waiting slit. He sighed at the sheer beauty of her desire, before allowing himself to feast upon her.

As soon as his tongue made contact with her soft folds, Hermione's eyes shot open and she screamed in pleasure. She was completely helpless against his talented tongue as it swirled inside her. Her moans deepened as he travelled upwards to her swollen clitoris and began to stroke it lightly with the tip of his tongue, before taking it lightly between his teeth and alternating between licking it rapidly and sucking it slowly. Hermione was paralysed in pleasure; she could do nothing but cry out as her orgasm approached swiftly, it was coming… she was coming… so close now… She cried out

"Master, I'm going to come soon!"

Snape growled against her.

"Come, little slave, come for your master."

Hermione arched her back as wave upon wave of white hot bliss washed all over her body. Snape sat up and observed her orgasm, wishing that he had a camera so that he could capture her moment of pure rapture forever. Instead he took her in completely, committing every facial expression, every moan to memory. Never had she looked more breathtakingly beautiful, and he knew right then that he loved her.

When the pleasure faded and her breathing returned to normal, Hermione opened her eyes meet dark ones above her. Snape was lying on his side beside her on the large desk, stroking her cheek softly with the back of his hand. Tenderly, Hermione turned and kissed the hand, before staring back up at her Master.

"I think" said Snape softly as his hand slowly travelled down from her face, gliding down her body to stroke her soft breast, "we should continue in my quarters." Hermione could only nod, still lost for words at the pleasure she had just felt, and allowed herself to be lifted gently and carried to the fireplace. In mere moments, they were in Snape's living room, looking as sparse as when she had been here just two weeks earlier. Snape carried her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed as tenderly as if she were a newborn child. He gazed into her soft, trusting eyes and lowered his head closer to hers, catching her lips in a sweet, chaste kiss. Hermione closed her eyes as he nibbled her lower lip before deepening the kiss, pressing the tip of his tongue between her lips as if begging entrance. She opened her mouth for him and their tongues met, swirling together as the kiss because more frantic. Soon they were pressing their bodies together frantically, before Snape broke off suddenly, gasping for breath. In one swift movement he flung off his dark robes until he was left with just a white shirt and trousers on. Hermione bit her lip at how sexy he looked at that moment, and before he could react she pounced on him, pressing him to the bed as she nibbled at his neck before kissing and stroking his firm chest. She tried to unbutton his shirt but in her need could not seem to work them, Snape, upon seeing her difficulty, chuckled and brushed her hands away, using his long talented fingers to unbutton the shirt, before allowing his minx to kiss and nip the bare skin. He closed his eyes in pleasure as her tongue brushed his nipples lightly, and moaned as she crawled down his body, kissing her way town his trail before nuzzling his erection with her nose, making him gasp. She pulled his trousers down until he was left wearing nothing but his boxers. Snape had been enjoying her administrations until she suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to see Hermione kneeling back, looking embarrassed and uncertain. He sat up and caressed her face with the palm of his hand.

"Hermione, look at me" She looked up, partially in shock that he had used her first name, and saw the compassion and concern in his eyes.

"What is the matter, little one?" he asked softly as she bit her lip.

"I don't know, I mean I've never… before" she blurted out, blushing furiously as she hung her head.

Snape sat back thoughtfully and considered the young woman before him.

"You mean you're a virgin? But I thought you and Mr Weasley?"

"No, I mean, we never got that far" she replied, embarrassed.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No!" Her head snapped up in panic, "I want to be with you" she continued softly, "please don't make me leave"

Snape sighed and pulled her down beside him so that she was lying with her head resting on the crook of his arm. He stroked her hair softly and kissed her forehead,

"I wasn't going to make you go" he said, smiling softly. They lay there for a while quietly, enjoying the feel of each others nakedness, hands stroked each other, touching and exploring what each had to offer. They kissed, slowly and sweetly as they touched, and soon both were pressing against each other, panting and struggling to get even closer to one another. Snape leant up and began to kiss Hermione's breasts, taking her nipples between his teeth and flicking them with his tongue, making her gasp. Her fingers found themselves in the hair she had always longed to touch, and her hands travelled down his back. He didn't move as she slowly began to explore what was below his boxers, and knelt above her slowly sucking her nipple as she cautiously stroked his rock hard penis with feather soft hands. He couldn't withhold a moan as her hands travelled further and she slowly felt his ballsack, rolling them between his fingers before travelling back up to stroke his long shaft once more. Their moves became more frantic as she pulled his boxers off and he pressed himself against her, rubbing his engorged cock against her moist slit. Gasping frantically he looked at his sweet lover who was flushed and moaning below him.

"My sweet, are you ready?"

Hermione nodded nervously and closed her eyes. They kissed as he slowly pushed into her, making her moan in pain.

"It's too big, it won't fit" she whimpered, burying her face into his chest.

"Hush darling, the worst is nearly over, you will enjoy it soon, I promise."

Soon his entire shaft was enfolded inside her and they panted together. Snape held still despite the desire to grab her hips and thrust into her as fast as possible, he had to let her adjust. Soon he felt a tentative movement of her hips as she experimentally thrust him into her deeper. Finding that it didn't hurt, she tried again, encouraged by his moans of approval. Soon he was thrusting back with deep, slow strokes, making sure he didn't hurt her. Hermione bit her lip as the tip of his penis brushed past something that made her quiver in pleasure, it hit it again, and again, and soon she was moaning and urging him on faster. He complied willingly and they gasped as Snape pummelled her, biting her neck in the process. Hermione screamed in pleasure at the sudden pain in her neck and felt an orgasm build inside her.

"Master, oh master, I'm going to come" she cried,

"Not just yet, my sweet, hold it in" grunted Snape as he continued to thrust.

"I can't!" she cried, trying to suppress the immense pleasure building up inside her.

"Just a little longer, my sweet, I'm almost there" he crooned in her ear as his balls began to tighten.

"Master, I-"

"Come for me now, slave!"

Both screamed as they approached their orgasms simultaneously, kissing each other frantically until the pleasure faded away. Slowly, Snape withdrew from Hermione and he kissed her sweetly on the lips, before turning her around and wrapping his arms around her tightly so that her back was pressed up against his chest. He pulled the covers up over them and they both fell asleep instantly.

Hermione's last thought as she drifted off into slumber was that she had never felt so safe and warm in her entire life.