**A/N-there is a bit of naughtiness in this chapter, you are warned! and this is the longest chapter so far. whoa. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**


Snape's Return-Ch 11

(Late Nights & Lasciviousness)

The evening between Draco and Hermione was filled with dancing, laughing and dirty jokes; both having a marvelous time with each other well into the night. While dancing in the club, they had met with Blaise Zabini and Luna Lovegood and had a fun time catching up and talking about their horrid school pranks. It was well into the early hours of the morning before a slightly tipsy Hermione Granger managed to floo herself back to Hogwarts. Since the hour was so late she tried to be extremely quiet in leaving the Headmistress' office, once again removing her shoes to encourage silence.

Hermione tip-toed down the steps and upon stepping past the gargoyle at the bottom, heard a silky voice say, "well, well, well. A bit past curfew isn't it, Miss Granger?"

Hermione squealed in fright and threw her shoes at the shadowy place where the voice was coming from before whispering furiously, "I told you NOT to wait up you slimy bastard!"

Severus picked up the shoes she had tossed at him, missing their mark by a longshot, of course and proceeded to glide over to the much shorter woman.

"Now who says I've been waiting for you, hmmm? Perhaps I was just patrolling the corridors when you happened to stumble in at…. Oh yes, three in the morning." Severus sneered at her.

Hermione snatched her shoes away from him and turned away, intending to get back to her rooms as quickly and quietly as possible. She had no intention of staying in the cold, dark passageway talking to his annoying ass.

Hermione began to stride purposefully away from the horrid man when she heard him say, "I see all your primping for the evening didn't entice a man to come share your bed tonight?"

Hermione stopped dead still and began to take deep breaths in order to control her rising temper, quickly reaching the point where she was about to be 'scary' in Ron and Harry's opinions. She didn't know what it was about this man that made her want to scream, cry, laugh and kiss him all at the same time; but she was gradually losing her patience with him. If the man wanted to get into her knickers then he needed to get on with it, after tonight she was done playing his sick, twisted little games. He acted like a little boy, jealous of what he didn't have and yet not wanting anyone else to have it either; ridiculous man probably needed to get laid after all those years spent alone. Hermione wasn't sure exactly what the man had been doing all these years but she was determined to get an answer as to why he was such a git to her.

She turned slowly to face him, "Severus Snape, how do you know I'm not this late coming in because I was with a man in their bed?"

Severus immediately changed his stance from tall and imposing to slightly slumped, he hadn't thought of that and was disappointed to think she might have been with someone other than him. He didn't know how to answer her, he felt defeated and angry, but he wasn't sure if he was angry with her or himself.

He straightened again and said, "Oh I don't care either way Miss Granger, what you choose to do with your body is of no consequence to me."

Hermione smiled slyly, knowing he was jealous and hurt but refused to admit it to her, so she said, "Now, now Severus. I'm sure you would be quite interested to know what I can do with my body. Are you sure you wouldn't like to find out?"

Hermione moved slowly over to him, dropping her things on the floor before she reached up and tugged his long, black locks down. She stood on her toes and put all the passion she could muster into a kiss that would have brought any man to his knees, even an ornery old potions master. It only took him a moment to reach his arms around her, gripping her waist tightly and then spinning her around so her back was against the wall. He pushed her body into the wall with his and began tracing the long, pale fingers of one hand up her thigh, fingering the tops of her stockings. Severus wasn't sure what he was doing but he knew he was enjoying it and didn't want to stop; this witch had been driving him crazy this past week and it was time to end her control over him once and for all. He heard her moan into his shoulder as he slid his lips down her neck and slightly nipped her collar bone. Taking this as her pleasure in what he was doing, he continued kissing her neck, biting softly and rubbing up and down her thigh with his hand.

Hermione was incapable of thinking anything beyond what she was feeling, which seemed to be everything all at once, and decided she wanted to take this further. She hitched up her leg so it was around his waist and reached behind her back to tug on the zipper of her dress. Once she got it down some, the front slipped down, revealing her lovely, creamy breasts to his feasting mouth.

Severus groaned silently before latching onto one of the pert nipples being placed in his face and delighted in the reaction it caused in Hermione. He desperately needed to get her into his bed, as much as he wanted her, he didn't think it would do them any good being caught in the hallway by Filch and his damn cat. So Severus quickly let go of Hermione, swooped up her belongings and grabbed her hand, pulling her down the hall to the dungeon steps. He refused to give the matter any significant thought, especially not to wonder at the depth of his feelings for this woman and why she had such power over him. She made him crazy, he went from furious to panting with need in a matter of moments around her, and if he didn't satisfy this burning hunger for her soon, he thought he might burst into flames.

Hermione gave no thought to what Severus was doing, or herself, and for the first time she knew what she wanted and it was him, body and mind. Perhaps she even wanted his heart, but she refused to think why she might want his heart or ponder that it might be because she had already begun to share hers with him. So she let him lead her down the steps to the dungeon and into his private quarters, straight to his bed. Hermione quickly tugged off her dress and allowed him to feast with his eyes on her petite frame, her curves perfectly suitable for a woman of her height and her body still taught and fit from the long years of training and staying in shape. Even when there had no longer been a war to fight, Hermione had trained and kept herself fit and flexible, which she was sure Severus would appreciate in a few hours. She slowly lifted one leg and perched it on the foot of the bed while she rolled down her stockings and then used her thumbs to work the garter off down her legs. The only garment hiding her from view were her lacy black knickers and Severus moved forward to kneel before her and push them down her legs, kissing each inch as it passed his hands. She groaned and leaned back against the bed post, enjoying the way his mouth felt on her legs, her abdomen and her thighs. It took only a moment and her underwear was off and she was being lifted back onto the bed, soft, green sheets curling under her. She watched as he wandlessly waved his hand and his clothes vanished, she ran her eyes over his smooth, thin frame and his pale skin. Hermione didn't think she had ever seen something so beautiful and reached up to tug him down to her.

Severus didn't remember a time when he had felt so wanted, so needed and as he gazed down at the beautiful woman beneath him, he knew his feelings were getting out of control. He shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts and feelings away, before leaning down and placing his lips on Hermione's and forgetting every thought in his head. They came together like a breaker on the ocean shore, like a hurricane upon the sea, all passion and fire and fighting for dominance. It was rough and tender, passionate and calm, angry and happy; their lovemaking was a contradiction in itself, all power and energy and draining them both in the end. The two spent several hours together before falling into a blissful sleep, where no dreams, no nightmares plagued either of them.

It was when the sun was just peeking over the horizon and through the small window near the bed that Severus rolled over and felt the tickle of a curl in his face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the sleeping face of Hermione Granger and his thoughts returned full force. He silently berated himself for letting his stupid emotions get the better of his judgment and now he was angry with himself and the foolish, bewitching woman in front of him. He quickly decided that he did not wish to face her reaction in the morning light, be it ugly or sweet, and moved silently from the bed to the bathroom. After a shower and a change of clothes, Severus Snape slipped out of the dungeons, leaving a note on the nightstand with her wand, saying, 'You know your way back to your room, SS'.

Upon waking, Hermione stretched and smiled and reached over to find…nothing. She leaned up and searched the room but found no Severus. That was when she rolled over to reach for her wand and found the note on the table. Nothing could stop the feeling of shame that swept over her; she suddenly felt like a whore from Knockturn Alley and wondered if he had thought of leaving money next to the bed. She heaved herself up quickly, grabbed her belongings and a handful of floo powder before returning to her rooms and going straight to her shower. Hermione allowed the hot water to wash away her tears and decided that perhaps she was better off staying the rest of the week with Harry and Ginny. She wasn't sure she could handle seeing Severus every day and was grateful that once the school year started she wouldn't have to see him as much. Her heart couldn't stand much more pain, so she got dressed quickly and packed a bag before floo calling Ginny and asking if she could come stay there for a bit. Ginny obliged, slightly concerned over Hermione's blotchy face, but was told that she just didn't feel well, perhaps it was a cold coming on; Hermione wouldn't consider that it was her heart breaking.