A/N: Please leave a like and review, it keeps me encouraged! Smut towards the end….

At 2 o'clock outside the Leaky Cauldron Snape stood pensively as he waited for Hermione Granger. Part of him worried that she might not come. Maybe in the harsh light of the day she had changed her mind? He wouldn't be surprised. Their shared history was murky at best and once their involvement came to light it could be a hit to her reputation. At least among her younger, immature friends. But just as more doubts began to spring up in his mind; there was Miss Granger, looking quite beautiful in a form fitting skirt and blouse as she quickly walked towards him. "My apologies Severus, my errands took a little longer than expected."

Shaking his head he smiled and offered his arm, "No harm done. You aren't that late. I hardly even noticed the time," he lied, hoping she hadn't seen his earlier expression of worry and dismay. "We need to go to the Alley and make our way to muggle London. I thought you might enjoy a trip to the science museum?"

"Oh yes, I haven't been in ages," Hermione gushed.

Snape smiled, "Well then I'm glad I thought of it. I figure we can explore for a bit and then maybe grab dinner somewhere nearby?"

"Sounds excellent."

They had a fantastic time at the science museum. Their scholarly minds were well matched for something like this as they visited each exhibit and gained knowledge about muggle technological advances and innovation; they both found that they were enjoying both the museum and the company. As great as the sex was it was nice to know that they had even more shared passions to explore. Even when they were arguing over the finer points of using muggle science in potions-making beneath the fiery passion of their feud was a genuine respect for each other's intellect and input. Something that neither gave lightly. And if Severus was being honest, he found the flaming amber eyes and the way her magic practically crackled in the air as she argued her point extremely arousing. As angry as he was it was taking everything in him not to push her against the wall and take her right there in the museum.

"Just think if we introduce the concept of biosciences such as neurobiology to the staff and implement some of those practices to fit the needs of our own magical society. Honestly we don't cover enough of anatomy in school and just think about how much improvement can be made if we—" Hermione's rant continued, pausing only when he held up a hand for her to stop.

"Fine. I agree that your idea does have merit even if it will take years to fully implement that level of science for it to even be useful. It'll take a lot of adaptation to get our society to accept some of these muggle concepts. We simply haven't had to have the same level of anatomical knowledge unless you went into a specialized field and honestly I doubt too many of them are so well versed," Severus admitted thoughtfully.

Hermione smirked. "I knew you'd see reason. And I agree, it's a long shot, but you and I can make use of it first and have them eating out of our palms when we make so many advances in potions."

Surprised, Severus wove an arm around her waist, pulling her body flush to his, observing that devilish smirk she wore. "That my dear, is positively Slytherin. I love it."

"I knew you would. It seems you're starting to rub off on me," The brunette witch grinned.

"Ohhhh I'd like to do much more than rub," he purred.

She giggled and pecked his lips softly, "Me too. But I believe you promised me dinner first? Come on, I missed lunch and I have a feeling I'm going to need my strength for later on tonight."

The restaurant he brought her to was an unassuming diner which suited her just fine. She was mainly focused on spending time with Severus. He was intriguing in a way that was totally unexpected. It went beyond academics. Hermione was finding that he was someone that she could just really talk to. It didn't matter the subject. Whatever it was he had a way of making her feel heard and understood. She could be herself and even if they disagreed he didn't belittle her as she once may have feared. And that dark sense of humor of his was incredibly sexy. He was ...intense, but that was nothing new; however, now that they were on equal footing it was less intimidating and much more of a turn on. Those black, piercing eyes of his coupled with his silken baritone and sharp intellect made Hermione's knickers damp by the end of the night.

They went back to his place again, this time Severus was able to give her a brief tour. Very brief because she had started stripping someplace around the second guest bedroom or bathroom- she couldn't remember. Certainly not now with them both naked and back on his bed. This time she was on top. She could tell that he preferred to be more dominant but there was a glint in his eye that let her know that he was enjoying the sight of her on top. He certainly had quite the view. And Severus wasn't shy about touching her wherever he pleased; she thought with a grin as his hands slid around her ribs to her back, down to her plump ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly, pulling her tightly to him as he did. The tip of his rigid cock had precum dribbling from his slit and her wet crevice glided gracefully over his length. She heard him draw in a sharp breath at how hot she felt against him. He looked up at her and nodded to her with trust in his eyes. She needed to take charge, he seemed to want her to...

For now.

Wordlessly she raised her lower half, one hand on his shaft, guiding him inside her snug core. A soft moan dragging from her mouth. This angle was new and extremely satisfying. Like he was touching all of her, filling her out completely. She let him know this too, "Your dick feels sooo good too, Severus. It's perfect. You're perfect," she moaned, both hands on his chest now as she balanced herself. She was finding a rhythm she liked, also keen on making this pleasurable for her pale lover.

And here they finally were, her hips bared down on his own, naked, hot and fully engaged in intimacy without even the thinnest protection separating the hot pink flesh of her insides with his bare dick. She was right. The moment was perfect. Every moment with her was perfect.

Then, with talent that Severus anticipated but somehow didn't completely expect, Hermione began to rotate her hips, his length stirring around her inside, he could feel his sensitive, leaking glans grinding against her firm cervix and he was worried that it would hurt her, but she seemed keen to continue. He bit his lip and hummed a moan against it, then looked up at her and complimented, "Feels like it's been a while…" wanting her to know how tightly she held him inside, how deep he could feel her in this intimate position that allowed her to see every little reaction and have every part of her body in perfect reach.

As Hermione's hands touched his chest and she began to ride, he let out a hard breath and placed his own hands over hers to grip them tightly, just for a moment, before he leaned forward into her, still sitting upright. His lips touched her shoulder and collarbone, her neck, her jawline, whatever they could possibly make contact with, his hands once more squeezed firmly onto the spheres of her backside and helped guide her movements, his hips began to move with her as she found a rhythm she liked, and he definitely enjoyed it, himself. He barely felt himself leave her at all, she was keeping him deep, like she was afraid he would never be inside her again if she pulled out any more.

One hand scraped up her defined back and held the back of her head to tilt her forward into a firm, passionate kiss, his tongue slid over her lips and stole her taste. "Could you be any sexier?" Severus whispered against her lips, grinning a bit as she rode, one hand still kneading, massaging, pushing and pulling her ass with the motion of her hips. They'd only just begun and he already couldn't get enough of her.