"Am I in too deep?

Have I lost my mind?

I don't care,

You're here tonight."

Severus woke up and blinked slowly. Someone was breathing lightly onto his neck. He pulled his head backwards and let his eyes adjust. Hermione. She had stayed.

Severus withdrew from the warmth of his bed and crept into his bathroom for a brief shower. His tired muscles relaxed slightly under the hot water.

He poured a generous amount of shampoo in the palm of his left hand and rubbed his palms together before massaging the shampoo into his hair. He rinsed his hair and lathered soap onto his hands and ran the soap over his face and body. He stood facing the shower head as the hot water pounded into his face. He ran his hand over his face roughly before turning off the water and grabbing a towel.

He semi-dried his hair and body and then he wrapped the towel tightly around his waist. His thin hipbones stuck out like a sore thumb. He stepped out of the bathroom quietly, hoping he hadn't woken Hermione. He walked over to his dresser and retrieved a pair of black dress slacks, a white v-neck t-shirt, socks, and underwear. He turned softly on his heel and was startled by Hermione staring at him from his bed.

"I apologize," He said softly, "I didn't intend to wake you."

"It's quite alright, actually, I was just enjoying the view," She smirked at him.

Severus sneered, "What view?" He turned and looked at himself in the mirror. His chest was still wet and it was dusted in black and grey chest hair. He was still pale, scarred, and skinny.

"Oh, I was actually referring to the fantasy man in the dream I just had," She said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Indeed," His said lowly, mock-offended.

"He's tall, dark, and handsome. Tall in sort of a towering over you kind of way, I mean. Dark as in his hair is dark, although it's graying now and handsome in his own mysterious way. That's the man of my dreams, Severus. Do you know him?" She said almost seductively.

"I can go and fetch Lupin for you, if you'd like," He gestured towards the door.

"Hmm, hard to get now, are we? Well, two can play that game," She smiled devilishly at him and he raised an eyebrow at her.

She slithered off of the bed and approached him. She stood mere inches away from him. She grabbed the clothes from his hands and tossed them lightly onto the floor, "You won't need those for a while, Professor," Her voice was filled with lust.

"Uh, Hermione," He laughed nervously, uncharacteristically.

"Mmm?" She mumbled as her lips grazed his collarbone as light as feather.

"I'll have you know…That," He closed his eyes to stifle a groan as she kissed his Adam's apple, "I am…Inexperienced, to say the least, in areas such as these."

She pulled away from him with an immensely shocked expression on her face, "Severus Snape is a virgin. The Severus Snape, the ominous Potions Master, the man who made girls go weak in the knees by a simple word?"

He coughed uncomfortably, "Yes, Hermione. That Severus Snape…" He averted his eyes away from her face, clearly embarrassed.

"Why?" Hermione asked, still shocked.

"I should think that would be obvious, Granger," He said dangerously.

"No, it's not obvious," She said, attempting to make eye contact.

"Because I have not had a sexual relationship with anyone in my entire life," He sneered, angry at her for treating him like a child.

"No! Merlin, Severus! I meant why are YOU a virgin? I honestly took you as someone who would be experienced," She said, grabbing his right wrist.

"Perhaps I am mistaken, but I always thought that sex was for two people who are in love and who are in a relationship. As I have never had requited love nor have I ever been in a relationship, before you that is to say, I have not had sex," He said seriously.

"Severus, it's alright to be a virgin. I'm a virgin as well; it's nothing to be ashamed of!" She smiled at him encouragingly.

"Weasley?" He raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.

"He sure wanted too, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him as anything other than a friend, perhaps even a brother…" She smirked at him.

"Are you sure that you want this? That you want me? Hermione, you're taking all of me here and I'm out of my realm…I'm going mad without the slightest control over my heart…"

"I can't force you to do anything you don't wish to do, Severus!" She scolded him.

He growled and crushed her into his body and seared her lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, "Do you think that I don't want this?"

"Well, I did, for a second there," She said in between breaths.

"I do not wish to rush anything, Hermione," He whispered to her, a small trace of fear glittered in his dark eyes.

"Severus, I love you. We're not rushing anything," She pacified his fears with a passionate and confident kiss.