Back after holidays – whoop! Don't worry, I'm still here with plenty of imagination and plot! On another note, Deathly Hallows? How cool?! (I'm not gonna give details in case you haven't read it yet) Let's just say that despite the canon, I have plenty of fanfics left in me to... correct... certain details? Keep an eye out for upcoming fics!

Now, back to the current tale...

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Snape would have said something, but Hermione's unexpected attack had knocked all the breath out of him. All he could do was stare at her in helpless protest as clever hands quickly divested him of his belt, and began to tug at his trousers.

"Agghhhh-mmmppppphhh..."

His cry of pleasure as she pulled his trousers down over his sensitive shaft was muffled when Hermione sealed her lips over his in a fiery kiss. After the shock and confusion had somewhat dissipated, Snape replied to her embrace in the affirmative, pressing his lips so tightly to hers that they might have been glued together. They moved as the tide on a stormy sea; one twisting their head and backing up under the onslaught of such open passion, before taking advantage of their partner's brief lapse, and pushing forwards with equal force, momentarily dominating the other. Snape felt Hermione's tongue push past his eager lips, and responded in turn, twisting his mouth against the girl's and sliding his tongue, snake-like, over hers.

"Mmmmmmghhhh..."

Her moaned reply tingled on his lips, and seemed to course through his veins like burning electricity. Hermione pressed her body up to his, wanting to revel in the touch of skin on skin for the first time. She could feel the whole length of his wet body against her own smaller stature; her head came to his shoulder, and as a result, he was bent over to reach her mouth with his. His groin was currently pressed up against her stomach, and as her hands were otherwise occupied with his hair, she experimentally wriggled against him. The resulting groan both excited and scared her in equal measures. She could practically feel the evidence of his desire for her pulsing against her body, but at the same time, she felt intimidated.

However forward she seemed at times, Hermione was not sure just how much of that front was bravado. She couldn't deny that at times like this, she was forced to remember just how experienced and just how male, Snape really was. She was not sure that she could go through with what she had planned when she was not feeling like the one in control.

There has to be a way, she mused to herself. All I need is a little power to give me the confidence I need... And being the brightest witch of her age, it did not take Hermione Granger long to figure it out.

She continued her assault on Snape's mouth, whilst she allowed her mind and her left hand to wander slightly from the task in hand. Snape was too immersed in the kiss to notice that Hermione's hand had stopped tugging at his hair, and was currently engaged in a thorough search of his trouser pockets. Having undressed her companion ten minutes ago, Hermione found that his trousers were still floating alongside them, with his shirt and belt. It took only a minute or two to find what she was looking for.

Clutching her fingers around the hard length, she took only a few moments to prepare herself, before springing into action.

SPLOOSH!

THHWWAAAAPPPPPPP!

The sound of her hand exploding from the water barely had time to echo off the tiled walls, before Snape's hands made a curious thud as they were bound to the sides of the tub. Hermione drew away from his embrace quickly, ensuring that her spell was strong enough.

After the brief moment of shock, and then another moment to assess the situation, Snape turned to Hermione with a raised eyebrow.

"Non-verbal spell? Incarcerous?"

His voice sounded laid back in his usual silky tones, but Hermione could definitely detect respect there too, and anticipated excitement that seemed to almost bubble over. Snape had to admit to himself, that he had never felt so turned on in his life. Not only had Hermione proved to be a more than average kisser, but she was willing to take control; she wanted to have power over him, and he was happy to let her.

Hermione grinned to herself, still holding the wand she had procured from Snape's pocket. She had been a little worried before: however proficient she had become at non-verbal spells last year, she hadn't been sure that she would be bale to concentrate enough to produce a strong spell; her companion was somewhat... distracting to say the least. Glancing at her work, she saw how the invisible ropes seemed to pin Snape's wrists against the sides of the bath, and that despite his initial struggling, they had held tight. At last, she decided that she had the edge she needed.

Still holding his wand in her hand, Hermione gave it a gentle flick and muttered 'Evanesco'. The water levels around them seemed to drop slightly, and Snape looked down to see his cock emerging from the water. Then as suddenly as the water had started to vanish, it stopped; Snape's groin and Hermione's stomach were now visible above the water. Again Snape raised his eyebrow in her direction.

"I have to admit that I am impressed. You seem to have mastered the exact art of vanishing the precise amount of substance that you wish."

She blushed under his praise.

"Now then, what was it that you were planning to do to me?"

Hermione went even redder, as she had momentarily forgotten the reason for her actions, in the flush of her wandwork success. Biting her lip, she glanced down at his swollen member.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. I just needed a plan."

He smirked at her as she stepped back towards him, almost chest to chest with him.

"How very... slytherin... of you, Miss Gr-"

But he was cut off mid-sentence when he felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through him. The words died in his throat, and heart almost stopped at the sight of Hermione Granger gripping his thighs, with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He groaned aloud as he tried to imprint that image in his memory forever.

With a Herculean effort, he forced himself to breathe again, as fainting would surely disrupt this wonderful witch and her attentions to his body. When he felt her hands exploring him, he almost lost it right there and then.

Hermione, for her part, had decided that the best option was to bite the bullet and just do it. When she lowered her head to his cock and heard his groan, she was instantly glad that she had bound him up. She knew that she was in control, and that she could pace the moment as she liked; dictating the action for once.

Having taken her first impressions of the hot shaft in her mouth, she decided to explore the other avenues of pleasure that Tonks' Play Wizard had described. Slowly withdrawing her mouth, she felt for his balls with her hands, cupping them and gently massaging the silky sacs, wondering at how they outer layer of skin slid smoothly over the inner. Glancing down at her, Snape gulped with renewed lust, even now, she is still trying to learn?, the curious intellectual inside Severus Snape was tuned on, and he felt himself getting harder still.

Hermione's explorations were gentle at first, massaging his balls, and touching every nook and flap of skin, before moving on to his shaft. She ran an experimental hand over the ridges and grooves of his cock, again noticing the silky smooth skin, and the way it seemed to pulse, red-hot under her touch. Once again lowering her mouth to him she experimented with her tongue. First, she ran once up and down the length of him, marveling at the noises he was producing above her. Then she flicked his tip very lightly with her tongue, as the magazine had suggested, and sucked gently on it, before ever so gently nipping him with her teeth.

"Gaahhhhhcccchhh!"

She heard him cry out in a strangled voice, hoarse with emotion and lust. Snape was now panting, trying to control the urge to thrust wildly into her mouth. Hermione's sensuous explorations may be educational for her, but they were doing nothing for his self-control. If she hadn't have put his hands out of action, he would by now have grabbed her head in an attempt to speed her movements up.

Sensing the torment that Snape seemed to be going through, Hermione decided that she had better finish the job before he pulled a muscle, or worse, trying to free himself from his magical bonds. With her mind set on the task in hand, she bent once more to concentrate on that most sensitive area of his body. She decided on a combination of movements; one hand cupped his balls, gently rolling them between her fingers; the other hand gripped his shaft, and moved up and down to meet her mouth wrapped around the other end. As she bobbed up and down, she remembered to change her direction once in a while, and occasionally swirl her tongue over him. She knew from their previous encounters, that surprise made the eventual pleasure all that much more intense.

Snape risked one more look down at her, but had to look away sharply before he lost all control; moaning loudly once more.

Speeding up her actions, Hermione could feel that he was close, so close to the edge. His cock seemed to almost burn her mouth and she could have sworn that she felt his balls shake as they seemed to boil up within.

At that moment it struck her just how intimate the situation was; they were naked in a bath together, and she had bound his wrists, leaving him completely open to her. She could have anything that she wanted from her, he was all hers. At this thought, she began to feel that slippery wetness between her thighs, and remembered how he had made her feel earlier. She wanted to return that pleasure; wanted him to feel that wonderful burst of fire inside.

She guessed he was near now, as she tasted something salty in her mouth; upon swirling her tongue once more against his tip, she felt another bead of liquid there. He was so close.

Above her, Snape appeared to be physically shaking with the effort to control himself. This witch was doing wonders to him, and he felt wave after pleasurable wave strike his body with the force of reality behind them. He couldn't believe it was actually happening; only a week ago, she had been a student in his class, antagonising him at every stage, and now, here she was wrapped around his cock, and bringing him previously unknown amounts of pleasure. He groaned once more at the thought.

"GAAAGGGGGGGHH... HER-MI-OH-NEEEEE..."

The sound of her name on his lips turned her on more than anything else had that evening. Even as she sucked on him, she let out a deep groan in reply to his. And then everything seemed to explode.

It was the groan that undid Severus Snape, it vibrated through him, triggering every pleasurable nerve and shattering his self-control. He let go, shut his eyes tightly, and felt himself explode into her mouth.

Hermione coughed and choked, so violent was his release. Swallowing what she could, she withdrew quickly, so as not accidentally bite his now soft cock. With his release, his arms were also liberated, and Snape had to hold himself up, while he rode out the intense flood waves of bliss.

Still shaking, he eventually opened his eyes, and saw Hermione, no longer coughing, but staring at him, biting her lip. He understood.

"That... was... brilliant..." he panted, his voice still husky. "Best... ever... never... felt... like... ever..."

Although slightly incomprehensible, Hermione understood; it was alright, she had done well. Enough to cause the usually vocal and sarcastic Potions Master to stutter and pant. Still biting her lip, she allowed her face to split into a wide grin.

Both leant forward at the same time, and Hermione found herself wrapped in Snape's embrace, both holding onto each other for support. They stood there in the waist-deep water and swayed together.

After only a few minutes, Hermione felt a sudden tiredness steal over her, and yawned audibly against Snape's chest. He drew back from her, and took in her exhaustion. Really, he decided, it had been quite a morning. Maybe a little siesta is in order?

Picking up his wand from the nearby shelf where Hermione had stowed it, he muttered something under his breath, and flicked his wand upwards. Hermione watched, as with a squeaky pop, a large inflatable airbed floated to the surface of the bath. Not even bothering to ask where it came from, she simply allowed Snape to first mount, and then assist her onto the floating island. He lay on his back, and wordlessly drew her to him; she stretched out across his body and allowed him to wrap his arms once more around her, pulling her into their most intimate embrace yet.

As sleep stole up on her, Hermione squeezed Snape's shoulder and muttered:

"Hope you enjoyed your turn."

She felt him chuckle softly, the vibrations traveling through her.

"More than you can ever know."

Then sleep finally claimed her, pulling her into an embrace as deep as her lover's, and she knew no more.

Tilting his head slightly, Snape bent forward gently and pressed his lips to her forehead, before he too succumbed to sleep.

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Well I hope you enjoyed that – not exactly a lemon, but it's getting there ;P

Hope it makes up somewhat for my absence these past weeks – thank you for being so patient, my loyal readers xxx

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