To any readers: I am sorry I took so long to finish this story up! Time just got away from me. This is the last installment of the story. Hope it was worth the wait!

Disclaimer: I do not own it. Any of it. Except this story. It is mine. JK Rowling gets all the rest.

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Hermione stopped short as she entered the bedroom. A rather large bed, covered with a dark green (of course!), soft-looking blanket, dominated the room. She felt her mouth go dry at the thought of all the mischief they would be able to accomplish in that bed. It was rather huge. Quickly, Hermione cast her eyes around the rest of the dark room. A fire burned merrily in the fireplace opposite the bed. A couple of wingback chairs, separated by a small wooden table covered with books, faced the fire. Hermione's eyes skimmed the rest of the room and came to an abrupt halt. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened comically. The final wall in Snape's room was covered floor to ceiling with books. Shelves and shelves of books. Huge, leather-bound tomes. Tiny vellum volumes. And everything in between. Hermione felt her heart pounding as she began walking toward the shelves as though in a dream. She suddenly snapped out of her trance at the sound of a sardonic laugh coming from the doorway. Hermione whirled around to see Severus leaning against the doorframe watching her.

"I should have known the books would provide more excitement than the prospect of being in my bed." He spoke in a deep, silky voice as he slowly began to stalk towards Hermione. Her heart thundered in her chest as he approached. "However, I hope to distract you. For the time being at least." As he finally reached her, Severus bent his head and kissed Hermione's still swollen lips in a lazy, hot kiss that sent her blood racing in her veins.

Taking his time, Severus slid his hands over her still sensitive flesh, pushing the straps of her tank top down her arms. He moved so slowly that Hermione was tempted to hurry him along. But, good things come to those that wait, she thought. And she was correct. Her head tilted back, and a low moan broke from her lips.

With a knowing smirk, Severus lowered his head and fastened his lips on her already stiffened nipples. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his tongue swirling on her flesh, and reached her hands up to thread her fingers through his hair.

"You," he murmured without moving his mouth more than a millimeter from her hot skin, "have the most delicious body."

"I do?" Hermione asked in a hoarse whisper.

Snape raised his head and flashed Hermione a smirk. "Really, Ms. Granger? Fishing for compliments from me?" Hermione flushed, but Severus was having none of that. "You can't imagine how much I have longed for this moment."

"Yes, I can," Hermione murmured. Desire flashed in Severus's dark eyes, and he lowered his head once again.

His lips feathered kisses along her slim neck. Carefully, he swept Hermione up in his arms, walked the few steps to the massive dark wood bed, and eased her down on her back. He followed her down to lounge on his side, still fully clothed. Severus braced his weight on one elbow and continued to nibble and taste her skin, following the contours of her body, across her stomach and down.

Hermione tensed as she felt his breath on the skin at the waistband of her sleep shorts. Moving with tantalizing slowness, Severus hooked his fingers over the band and, in one swift movement, pulled the garment down her legs and away, fully baring her to his gaze once again. Instead of raising his head to kiss her mouth, Severus settled himself between Hermione's thighs, his dark eyes meeting hers as she raised up on her elbows.

"What…what are you doing?" she asked in a trembling voice.

One dark eyebrow raised. "I should think it was obvious. I want to taste you. All of you."

"But, you don't have to! It's okay! Ron said that no man really-!" Hermione's words cut off as Severus suddenly loomed over her. She was forced back down, his still clothed chest brushing agonizingly on her sensitive nipples.

"Do not presume to know what I like based on what that imbecilic dunderheaded moron of a Weasley has told you. If I was not interested, I would not do it. As delicious as the rest of your flesh tastes, I can only imagine-" Severus stop speaking and took a deep breath to calm himself. It would not do to get too carried away and be unable to enjoy the night fully. "Relax, and enjoy, Hermione. I promise you will be pleased."

At the sound of her name on his lips, Hermione nodded and bit her lip as he slid down her body. One long finger gently probed her flesh. Hermione jumped, startled at the sensation. With a dark chuckle, Severus grasped her hips in his hands and replaced the finger with his tongue.

Hermione thought she was going to die. Her mouth was making noises she didn't know existed. Something between a scream and a sob. It was a helpless, begging noise that rose to a sharp cry as Severus ravished her hot flesh with his tongue and lips. Her body tightened as his tongue plunged in and out of her body. When he inserted a finger into her body, and closed his lips around the small bud at the top of her sex, Hermione arched off the bed. Her hands clenched convulsively in his hair as the trembling in her body built and finally erupted in a raging blaze of ecstasy.

Severus raised his head to watch the ecstasy play on Hermione's face. There were few things he loved to watch more than the beauty of a woman reaching her peak at his hands. Or mouth. Hermione was even more beautiful than any other. As she regained her senses, Hermione looked down at Severus. "Please…more!" she begged hoarsely.

With a speed he didn't know he possessed, Severus stood quickly and removed his robes before climbing back onto the bed with Hermione. He lowered his body to cover hers and spread her thighs wide. Black eyes met brown, as Severus pressed his hard flesh into her heat. As he filled her, Hermione arched against him. His pace quickened as Hermione began moaning, withdrawing almost completely and then surging back into her. His mouth devoured hers, and Hermione writhed against him. She lifted her legs to lock around his back and gasped, "Severus!" into his mouth.

At the sound of his name on her lips, Severus lost control. He drove into her again and again. Hard and fast, the fire built between them before breaking into and inferno over them simultaneously. Hermione cried out against his mouth and Severus groaned, his muscles clenching and releasing spasmodically as he poured into her waiting flesh. He collapsed on her as all his energy left. Hermione kept her legs locked, hating the idea of separating.

After a few moments, Severus rolled to his side, pulling Hermione with him. Hermione sighed in complete happiness. Her entire body was relaxed. Severus, probably without realizing it, was stroking her wild hair. A smile broke over her face at the exceedingly tender gesture. Who would have thought the bat of the dungeons would like to cuddle after sex? On that thought, Hermione fell into a deep contented sleep.