A/N: Thank you for all your reviews! Since all of you seem to love the intimacy, here's another chapter that has more of it! Yay!

Julia/Potter-I agree with you. Cannot imagine J.K. Rowling putting that in her books, not like her, more like her crazy fans! Rain Callaway-I'm so glad that my fanfic is better than others you've read, but isn't that my intention? Drunken Landlord-Thank you for your suggestions, I might possibly use them in future chapters; they could bring much hilarity! Hopeagainsttime-I know, but what can you do? Errors are always a problem that I am too lazy to go and fix. ;) Irina Derevko-There, I spelled it right! Yes, I am also glad I do not idolize the guy, he is so eww! I also assume by your name that you love the show Alias? I love that show too! Cassandra the Evil-I know, Ron is a bit evil, but what can you expect? I'm sorry you now further dislike him because of my fanfic…

Chapter 10: Games and Firewhiskey

Impulsively, Severus took the box out of his desk drawer and took out one of the mirrors that she had given him. Hermione kept the other. He breathed onto the mirror and whispered: 'Show me my love, wherever she may be' and the mirror's surface swirled and until an image of Hermione sleeping in her bed came up, hazy at first, then as clear as if he was looking through a window.

"Hermione," he whispered. No answer. Then, slowly, he watched her turn over in sleep and reach in her drawer next to her bed and pull out her mirror. Snape was staring greedily at her back; she was so graceful, smooth skinned, beautiful.

"Severus?" Hermione whispered back, looking into her mirror. What did he want?

"Hermione, please, come to me. I need you." Why these words were coming out his mouth, he did not know, but he needed her, craved her presence, her warm body, everything about her he needed and would not survive without it.

"Severus, it's the middle of the night," Hermione whispered, smiling as she fingered something around her neck, Snape guessed it must be the key on the necklace he gave her earlier.

"I know, all the more reason. Use the key. Steal Potter's Invisibility Cloak if you feel the need. I will be waiting," and with that he breathed on the mirror again and said, 'My message is done' and put it back in its box. He was quivering in anticipation, experiencing a craving for her, and he had to quench it before he went mad with hunger.

Hermione stole carefully out of the Gryffindor Tower, taking the key and the Invisibility Cloak. She hadn't bothered changing out of her nightgown. She snickered, she had a feeling Severus wouldn't mind at all, based on the mood he was in when he called upon her with the mirror. She thought it would be very entertaining if she teased him, did not let him try anything until she let him. She was stubborn, and liked to be in control. So did Severus.

Reaching the door that Snape had described to her earlier in the day on the other side of the lake, she carefully withdrew the key from her nightgown and on its chain put it in the lock. With a soft click, the door swung open, to reveal a spiral staircase that leads downward. Stepping cautiously, she walked down the staircase and found herself in a huge chamber lit dimly with scented black and green candles. The atmosphere of the air put her in a dreamlike stupor, and then she saw Severus.

He was sitting in a black leather armchair, reading. God, he is so handsome, even when he's sitting reading a book! She thought breathlessly. Severus refused to acknowledge her presence, so she took the time to gaze at him. He was wearing a silk black robe that revealed his muscular chest, his legs crossed gracefully in a pair of silk black pajama bottoms. His hair fell loosely around his face, not at all greasy, but soft looking and silky. It was more than she could bear, but she fought temptation and waited for him to look at her.

Snape could feel her eyes on him, scanning his body. He smiled behind his book, he knew he was in charge, he had her attention. He decided to wait a few moments before he would actually look at her; he was enjoying this.

Two can play this game, Hermione thought furiously. And she began to unbutton her nightgown slowly, and then Snape looked up, staring at her at first in surprise, then hunger, watching her hands slowly, button by button undoing her night gown. Severus rose and dropped the book with a bang on the ground, taking slow steps forward towards Hermione, putting his hands at her waist, staring deeply into her eyes. When he bent down to kiss her, she quickly spun around with her back to him, not wanting to give in just yet. She walked towards his bookcase and began peering at the titles of the leather bound books.

Severus knew not why she did this; she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her as much as he did. It had become a game, in which they were tempting each other, but not giving in, a passionate battle of the minds. He watched her as she pretended to look at the books. Damn women, why must they have such unbearable and seducing powers over men? He stepped forward until he was behind her, his body pressing into hers, and his fingers gently took the collar of her nightgown and slipped off her nightgown. Hermione stiffened in shock; she did not expect Severus, (her Potions teacher for god sake), to do such a thing. Both of them were breathing hard, so close they could feel each other's hearts beating loudly in their chests.

Hermione turned around and suddenly found Severus's lips meeting hers in a desperate kiss. Sighing with submission, she let his tongue explore her mouth and he let her as well. They were locked for long moments, stopping only for quick gasping breaths before surging together, craving each other, wanting their company, the warmth of each other's bodies. An hour later found Hermione lying in Severus's large comfortable bed, with Severus's arm around her shoulders, gently caressing her neck, shoulder, and collarbone with his lips.

"Severus, I keep thinking we're making a serious mistake," Hermione mumbled softly, her hand resting gently on his hard-muscled chest.

"I'm thirsty." Hermione snorted in laughter as Severus turned over and took out a bottle from the shelf on the head of his bed, uncorked it, and took two goblets and filled them. Drinking from his, he offered her the other goblet, and surprisingly, she took it. Hermione sipped the fiery liquid, realizing Severus must have thought her question completely unnecessary and had not answered for that reason. Suddenly, she realized that she was drinking firewhiskey. But it was good, and Severus continued to fill his goblet as well as her own.

Hermione had never been drunk before, but this must be what it felt like. She kept thinking crazy thoughts, feeling frisky, mischievous, and sedated, as if someone had drugged her. Severus, on the other hand, was more controlled, he was an adult, well used to the effects of firewhiskey, but even he could not withstand the amount they continued to drink. The world had gone hazy…

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Hermione groaned, her head was spinning as she tried to open her heavy-lidded eyes. She felt herself rising and falling with Severus's chest as he in breathed. She lovingly kissed his neck and ran her fingers through his soft hair, and Severus, in his sleep, gave a soft groan of pleasure.

She froze realization suddenly dawning on her, they were both stark naked, in the same bed! However, she was too exhausted to fully comprehend why so she lay there, now too dizzy to move, even though this was the last place she thought she would be. One look at three empty bottles lying next to them on the bed only made things worse.

Severus had fully woken up now, wrapping his arms around her waist and staring up at her with a dazed look on his face before his lips creased into an unmistakable smile that made her feel even more weak.

"Good morning," he whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Severus," Hermione pleaded.

"Hmm?" That was the best night of my life. What is she worried about now?

"What happened?" Suddenly, Hermione looked down at Snape in horror, and jumped off the bed, frantically searching for her nightgown, and, more importantly, her goddamn underwear and bra! Severus sat up, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Severus, I'm trying not to scream right now, just let me get my clothes on please!" she said through clenched teeth. She had found her nightgown and underwear, and Severus impishly held out her bra, which she snatched away from him and hurriedly put it on.

"What's the big deal?" Severus was still confused.

"Don't you realize what we've done Severus?!" She yelled.

"Quiet down! Do you want the whole castle to hear?" he said, appalled.

"Severus, please, tell me I'm imagining it," Hermione whimpered.

"Imagining what?"

"Is it true?" she said again, desperate.

"You're speaking in riddles," Severus said, even more confused.

"The firewhiskey, last night, being drunk, it all leads to only one thing," Hermione whispered, clearly frightened.

"What?"

"You idiot! Goddammit, we had sex!"

A/N: Now, it was suggested, not described, so it's still PG-13. I live in America, (for those of you who might live in England or wherever) and in the U.S. a lot more "interesting" content is accepted as PG-13. The classification of ratings might be different where you live. Anyways, those of you who were waiting for this can now be satisfied! And now, review!!!!