Hermione let Snape lead her through a simple oak door.

As he pushed it open, he spoke, "Last but certainly not least: the bedchambers. I was not fond of the emerald and silver that is customary for the Head of Slytherin House, so I took the liberty of altering the standard décor a bit."

Hermione gazed around the spacious room of her professor: the walls were a stone texture in deep green, a rich grey chaise lounge sat cattycorner, blocking in a gun-barrel silver lamp, a small black end table at the end of the lounge. A rather plain armoire was against the adjacent wall in between two short bookcases, which were packed full. There was a small bar against another wall, tumblers and decanters arranged neatly on the countertop. A large forest green and grey area rug covered the majority of the stone floor in front of a nice sized fireplace, in which small, dying flames danced. Hermione's eyes fell to the large bed, which bore a muted black and green comforter, which complimented the deep grey headboard against the dark green wall; her stomach knotted nervously.

"I prefer this to the emerald and silver scheme; I don't think that would suit you."

Snape nodded, "I wouldn't think so."

Looking down at their laced fingers, Snape gave her hand a light squeeze before he lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it. Hermione watched him as he removed his fingers from between hers to turn her hand over so he could bring his mouth to her wrist.

Hermione gave a quiet groan, then said, "Professor – "

"Severus."

Hermione nodded silently then touched his cheek; Snape released her hand to place his on either side of her face as he kissed her slowly. His sudden grabbing of her head sent Hermione off-balance; she stepped backward to regain her stance. Snape looked at her for a moment then placed his hands on her hips, his fingertips under the hem of her sweater. The girl lightly bit his lower lip as she felt his hands slide up her sides, pushing her top up. Snape stepped into her, pushing her legs against his bed; Hermione sat on the edge of it and gazed up at him. He pulled the sweater up over her head then removed his cloak. She grasped his hands and tugged him in front of her; Hermione smiled faintly and unbuckled Snape's belt – a much easier task at eye-level. Watching his student, Snape swept her hair back from her face as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Hermione released his erection and ran her fingers over him; she wondered if Snape knew that he was quite a bit more endowed than was typical. Hermione glanced up at his expression then took him in her mouth; Snape made a noise. She tried several methods, unsure of exactly how one was supposed to give oral sex, but Snape seemed pleased, especially when she let the majority of him into her mouth.

Running his fingers through the front of her hair, away from her face, Snape kissed Hermione's forehead then her neck as then unbuttoned and removed his shirt before he laid her back on his bed. He looked down at her underneath him and sighed; she looked innocent and stunning. Snape unhooked the front-closing bra she was wearing and admired her pert breasts once again.

His hand grazed down from her chest and onto the waistband of her jeans; he unbuttoned the then said, "Up."

Hermione lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them down and off. Snape ran his hand up her thigh and passionately kissed her mouth. She felt his hand brush near her thigh then his fingers moved the side of her panties over and he touched her. Kissing her jaw, Snape tugged her underwear down; Hermione kicked them the rest of the way off. He urged her legs apart to feel her damp flesh once again, brushing his mouth over her neck. Snape stroked her, enjoying the quiet sighs and squeaks that his touch caused her to make. Hermione kissed his lips, breathing heavily. Snape pushed his tongue into her mouth as he slid his fingers inside her; he groaned at the feel of her body. Hermione drew in a sharp breath before moaning loudly.

Snape kissed her thigh then ran his tongue over her; Hermione stroked his hair and whined at his skilled mouth. Returning to her neck, Snape's fingers brushed over her waist as he moved to between her legs. Hermione once again became nervous - his fingers were not even half of what she was about to experience.

"Hermione, we don't have to – "

"I know," she replied quietly, "I want to."

Snape kissed her lips softly once, then began to push himself inside her; Hermione bit her lip. He moved his mouth to her collarbone as he entered her, closing his eyes, amazed by how wonderful she felt around him; he ducked his head into her chest as he continued to move within her. Hermione sighed and started rolling her hips with his. Snape moved his hand down her stomach to massage the bead between her legs.

The student was panting in his ear, calling on divinities between ragged breaths. Snape felt accomplished knowing that he was pleasing her.

"Severus," Hermione breathed.

Snape smiled to himself; she had never called him that.

Returning his mouth to hers, Snape pushed himself deeper into her, now that he could be less cautious with her. Hermione didn't seem to mind this at all; she pulled him closer to her and a minute later, her entire body tensed.

Keeping his actions consistent, Snape looked down at the girl; Hermione's face relaxed and her eyes closed as she began to tremble beneath him, emitting a very loud moan.

Snape continued his motions, gazing down at Hermione, watching her expression of bliss. She slowly began to calm and Snape brought his thumb to her cheek; her eyes lazily opened.

His movements became more stiff and rhythmic as he kissed Hermione's lips desperately; he shuddered and groaned, then remains still before kissing his student once again. Snape rolled off of her and they lay there, glistening with sweat and breathing heavily. Her head tucked into his neck, Hermione realized that she hadn't noticed his Dark Mark until just then; she traced the skull and snake tattoo with her fingers absentmindedly.

"Pretty sure that you'd be sacked and I'd be expelled if anyone knew about this," Hermione commented, amusement in her voice.

Snape softly kissed her neck and drug his lips down over her stomach, softly kissing her, "Lets not worry about that; not tonight."

He grazed his fingertips down the side of her waist and murmured into her skin,

"Hermione Granger, I'm in love with you."