To the guest that commented on my last chapter,

Could you believe that i just started this story three days ago? I plan on updating as quickly as possible, and comments like yours motivate me to keep posting as quickly as I have been. I'm so glad you enjoy this story, and this trope, as much as i do. Feel free to leave any ideas, or things you would like to see happen to our lovely pair, Hermione and Severus, in the comments. I will surely take them into consideration. Please enjoy chapter 9

~Mari

Severus was angry. He had tried to teach the girl a lesson but it backfired. Now she was sitting on his couch in nothing but a towel, and as sexy as that was, he was fuming.

He took a minute to gather his wits before marching in there after her.

"What the hell Hermione!" He yelled "What do you think you are doing." The girl flinched at his harsh tone.

"I just...I…"

"No! This cannot happen! Do you understand just how inappropriate this is?" He scolded.

"What and what you just did on the couch wasn't inappropriate?" She argued back.

"Of course it was Hermione, of course it was. But I need it to stop dont you get that?"

"Why? Why do you need it so badly?" She was getting angry.

"Because it's wrong. It's so wrong because i want to, but I. Cant. Touch. You." He began pacing, his hands pulling at his hair. The sight pained Hermione.

"You… You want to?" Her voice was soft.

"I CANT!" He screamed back. Tears began falling down his cheeks. He knew it was wrong that he wanted her… That he was falling for her. He was so angry that this had happened, that he'd even had a reason to be near the poor girl. It was inevitable that he'd hurt her.

She gently placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, but this sent him over the edge and in a matter of seconds she was once again pinned against the wall, his hand on her throat.

Their breathing was heavy and erotic as his lips hovered over hers. Their noses grazed as he leaned in, and pulled away, repeating that process over again. Every so often a quiet gasp would escape her lips and he'd get closer and closer to giving in. She let her left hand travel up his side, but he couldn't have that.

In less than a second he had captured her wrist and pinned it to the wall above her head. He slowly did the same to her oher wrist. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.

There they stood forehead to forehead unable to comprehend what was happening. Neither of them could quite catch their breath and the only thing they knew for certain was as wrong as this was, gods did it feel right… But he knew better.

She could feel him holding himself back. She could sense it in the way his muscles strained against her, in the way his breath became heavy, in the way his eyelids fluttered. He wanted her and she knew it.

"Give in Severus." She pleaded.

He leaned in towards her lips. She thought this could be it. But instead he pressed his soft beautiful mouth against her forehead in a gentle, loving kiss.

"I can't…" He let go of her and began to walk away when he felt it.

He winced in pain as his wrist began to burn.

"No no no no no. This can't be happening." His face contorted as he realized he had no choice. He would have to leave her.

"What's going on? Are you okay? What's happening?" She rushed to his side worried.

He placed both hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"Listen Hermione, there are things you wouldn't understand, you hate me if--" He started.

"You're being summoned aren't you?" She interrupted

"You know?"

She nodded. "Harry told me."

"I have to go… but I can't leave you."

"You have to Severus… Go now and be careful please."

He had no choice but to listen to her, so in a matter of seconds he found himself in malfoy manor, and she was alone.