It was slower tonight. The way they moved, completely in sync. Every kiss, every touch lingered. Images of hands flashed to the forefront as they worked their way up a lithe body. She could feel his lips on her chest, the lightest tickle as he moved across her skin. His hold on her hip fastened her in place as she tried to arch her back into his touch. She never questioned who he was. They knew, though it was never said. He knew how to make her squirm in anticipation, she knew how to extract a growl in pleasure. What was typically heated and loud, debauchery fueled by fiendfyre and driven purely on animalistic instincts, was curbed to an unnaturally slow pace and all sound was muted tonight. Candlelight glistened off of the sweat pulled from the two bodies as they danced against each other. She could taste the salt whenever her tongue dipped out and met his lips. She could smell her own arousal, and feel his as he slid up to meet her. She couldn't say how long they were building to this moment, if at all, but everything felt right as he slipped in. She was ready for him. She was always ready for him. Every night, they met. Every night, they made love. Every night, she would scream his name as they reached their peaks together.

Every morning, she woke in a sweat, confused by the blurred images. Every morning, she would forget the name of the man that plagued her dreams.

It had been going on for weeks. At first, the frequency was far less and the impact the dreams had on the woman was nothing more than a passing distraction, but they had been escalating. The frequency, the intensity, the longing. It was becoming too much to bear. Slowly but surely, she had been going insane. Or, at least that was how she felt. On top of her exhaustion, not able to truly rest during the night, the paranoia that she was being watched grew more extreme. She could feel eyes on her at all times. Even alone in her chambers there was a presence, one she could not place though it felt oddly familiar.

"How can I help you, Ms Granger?"

"Madam Pomfrey, I was wondering if you had any Dreamless Sleep potion." She looked around the room frantically, in search of the eyes she felt on her. Always. Always there. There was always something there, on her, watching her. Someone was watching her. Waiting for her. Waiting for something.

"Not at the moment, Severus is unusually behind, poor boy seems to be a bit out of it as well. I think he has another batch brewing though. It might be ready by tonight." Madam Pomfrey observed the witch look increasingly distressed in a matter of seconds. "I am sure he will provide you with several vials if you swing by his personal lab."

"NO! No, it's quite alright. I will, uhm, I will stop by here and pick them up from you, if that's alright."

"Of course." Madam Pomfrey looked at the young witch with concern. "What seems to be the problem, deary? Are you experiencing nightmares again?" She reached out to feel the younger witch's head with the back of her hand. "You do seem rather peaky."

"No, not nightmares exactly. I'm having very-" she swallowed the lump in her throat. She was incredibly uncomfortable discussing these matters with anyone, but surely it was alright to speak of such things with a healthcare professional, perhaps Madam Pomfrey could provide some insight. "I'm having very vivid dreams that leave me, well, not exactly well rested." She couldn't bring herself to say it.

"What kind of dreams?" Hermione could feel the blush darkening across her face. How mortifying. "Ah, I see. Are these 'vivid dreams' a recent occurrence?"

"Yes! I never had anything of the sort before. Not to say that I never, you know, thought about such things, but this is something completely different. They have all been so real, or at least the recent ones have been. It's like I can actually feel him, smell him," her heart rate started to rise. Simply thinking of these dreams elicit a strong visceral reaction. She was aroused. "It is truly as though I am with h-him."

His hand wrapped around the back of her thigh and pulled her flush against the length of his body. Her one hand lost in his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder, bracing herself as he moved in and out of her.

Hermione was in a bit of a daze and was scantily holding herself together as she walked along the side of the Great Hall toward the staff table. It took everything to continue moving forward and ignore the stares. She felt them. His eyes. She knew he was here. As subtle as possible, Hermione swept her gaze across the hall in search of him, but was distracted by a dark figure in the back corner. It was unusual for Severus to be seated anywhere other than next to Minerva, but he always did as he pleased. It was unnerving how he stared into her, unblinking and forceful.

Deciding against food, the crazed witch turned about and left the hall without a glance back.

The stone wall cut into her back. She reached up and held onto the only sconce within reach, the only fixture to help secure her in place as the man below plowed into her, taking her roughly against the cold brick.

She needed a release. She couldn't focus on anything other than the built-up tension in her lower abdomen. While she was all for being a self-sufficient witch, she rarely paid herself any attention, never having the need nor desire to explore… herself. She couldn't ignore the tingling in between her legs as she shifted beneath her sheets. She lowered her hand and found that she was already wet. She was always wet lately. Her hand began to move in a way she thought would be pleasurable, but after ten frustrating minutes, she gave up. There should be a spell for this.

Hermione decided to try the library again. Not for a masterbatory aid spell, though that certainly crossed her mind, rather for a possible explanation to her recent and constant discomfort. She had visited the library before when the dreams began, but she always seemed to run into someone. She was positive that it was confirmation bias, but it felt like Severus was not only in the library every time she was, but also in the sections she needed to visit. She had tried popping in and out as quickly and quietly as possible, but that damn spy caught her every single time.

They almost never addressed each other. Since her reappearance to the school, there seemed to be an unspoken rule that the two must not approach the other unless there was some dire situation. Of course, this did little to prevent the inevitable squabble, especially during staff meetings. This was absolutely a dire situation, more so if these visions were to progress. The brilliant wizard could probably be of notable use, with his vast experience and knowledge… and his hands. And mouth.

No! No, that wasn't what she needed. She needed him for… his…

It was worse than she thought possible. These nightly occurrences had her completely unhinged. Thinking about Severus Snape? Naked. NO! Not naked. Never naked.

Maybe naked.

He'd look good naked.

She couldn't go to the library in this state.

She couldn't see anything. The kisses he left as his lips travelled up her spine intensified her need for him. For him to take care of her like he always did. Only when he reached the top of her back, only when he bit down on her shoulder, did he finally enter her from behind. The sudden change in pressure was overpowering, but he told her to wait. To wait for them to climax together, so that's what she did. She waited for him.

Still in a daze from her devastating arousal, Hermione walked straight into a wall. A tall wall draped in black cloth. "Ms Granger." She knew that growling tone, those black robes. She looked up.

"P-p-profressor. M-my apologies. I wasn't watching where I was going." She looked at her hands clutched around the cloth of his robes. She let go, but instead of removing her hands from his body, she began running them over his torso and toward his waist. "Oh my," he was fit. Certainly more fit than she imagined. Then she caught it. A whiff of him, of his signature scent. "Oh no!" She exclaimed. She knew that fragrance overwhelmingly well. "Oh, oh oh no." She removed her hands as if he had burned her at the touch and looked around frantically. She wasn't too far from her chambers. They also weren't too far from his either. How tempting. "No! I need to-." She cut herself off and tried to duck around him, but couldn't when he put his arm up blocking her path. He took a step forward and slightly to the side, forcing her back against the wall.

His outstretched arm rested against the wall, leaning his large frame over the petite witch beneath him. "You seem to be off lately, Ms Granger." She avoided his gaze, looking for an escape. "Often flushed, never quite as focused as you typically are." She wasn't really listening to him. She heard his voice, the same sinful voice that talked her through her nightly orgasms, but the words weren't registering fully. "I've been watching you lately. Is there a reason you have been avoiding me?" She shook her head, not completely sure what the question was. "It wouldn't have to do with why you are yet again blushing so deliciously in my presence, would it?" From this angle, having the wizard towering over her like this, there was no denying it. His frame, his scent, his voice. It was all so familiar, and very much not from his class. "This shade of pink makes you look absolutely edible, Ms Granger." Fingers trailed slowly from the swell of her chest and up her neck. Once they rested under her chin, his fingers pushed up, forcing her to meet his eyes and what she saw made her knees buckle.

Never before had she seen so much fire behind his obsidian glare. There was so much passion embedded in his blick, she felt as though he was preparing to feast upon her. She took in more of him. From his lust-filled eyes roaming all over her body to his heavy breathing and overtly flirtatious words, something clicked. "Are yo- are you also experiencing-" she petered out. She couldn't bring herself to ask. To actually confess to this man that not only had she been having dreams of a sexual nature, but also that he had been the main character in each and every one of them. Not likely.

"Yes," he bit out through clenched teeth. He was highly agitated, and she wasn't sure why. Her heart dropped slightly at the thought of her role in his dreams causing his aggravation. Suddenly she felt a firm grip on her left hip, pulling her into him slightly. "And it is becoming increasingly difficult."

"Wh-what is?"

"I am a patient man, Ms Granger, but do not test me. You know exactly what I mean. Something is happening to us, I am not sure what it is and I am having a rather difficult time contemplating the possibilities clearly because anytime I try to focus on anything, all I can think about is you. All I see when I close my eyes is the vision of having you beneath me. Writhing in the pleasure I so desperately want to bring you." She nearly choked on air, never having such words directed at her. To be lusted after was nothing familiar to the young witch. Sure, she was approached, but more in response to her fame than appearance or genuine interest. "Something needs to change, and soon. We need to figure out what is happening and put an end to it, or I will not be able to stop myself from carrying you into my chambers and having you in every way I have been dreaming about for the last few weeks."

"Don't."

"I'm trying not to."

"No, that's what I meant." She looked him in the eyes. They were both breathing so heavy, as if they were already in the middle of having the sex they both so urgently need. "Don't stop yourself." Out of the depths of her untapped libido, Hermione spoke words she never expected to come from her. "Do it. Take me. Take me now." She pulled on his robes, pulling him in closer to her. "Please, Severus. I need you. I need you now!"

Severus leaned in, ready to claim her lips the second her words passed through them, but something stopped him. He needed her. He needed her very much. Too much. He needed her rough and hard. He needed her so badly that as soon as he let go of every reason he had been holding back, he wouldn't be able to stop. "I won't be able to control myself." His grip on her was almost painful, but it was also possessive and powerful. Arousing.

"Don't-"

"You don't understand, I need you to understand. I have been thinking about this for some time now, and there is a lot of built up desire that I need to release." His hand on her hip tightened further as his other found its way into her hair and held fest. "I promise to go so slowly next time that I will have you begging for your release," his words tickled her neck as he trailed his nose up behind her ear. "But this time is going to quick and dirty because finally having you under me, finally having your perfect body around mine will shatter the last bit of restraint that has been wearing thin for ages now and every molecule of desire in my body will be driving me into you so hard that I almost feel bad for the bed beneath us." Her body was weak. She needed him, all of him. She needed him now. "Do. You. Understa-"

"Yes, yes! Merlin, please! Yes!"

She couldn't remember the journey to her chambers, it was over so quickly. Quick, because she had to run in order to keep up as he guided her through the corridor with nothing more than a firm hand on her lower back. They walked through the door and he rounded on her, trapping her once again. His fingers undid the two buttons that held her cloak together then gently nudged the cloth off of her shoulders. He took his time to trail his hands down from her shoulders to her hips where he held her in place. "Severus, please," she begged. She hadn't been able to catch her breath after their sprint, and her mind was still running too fast for her to keep up. This was uncharted territory for her, but if she could get him to move, then hopefully he would take charge and it will all be over before she has time to embarrass herself.

"I've wanted this for so long." She could feel his whispers travel across her skin, his nose caressing the outside of her ear. "Thought about what you would taste like. How good you would feel." She closed her eyes, his words were almost distressing to hear. She, too, had spent much time thinking such things, and not only when the dreams started. She hadn't realized it in the beginning but Hermione spent a lot of her first year working at Hogwarts thinking about the wizard now pinning her to the door. "Everytime you drone on during a meeting, all I wanted to do was shut you up." Suddenly she felt something slip between her parted lips, causing her to look up at him. She could feel his thumb flat against her tongue, and without thinking about it, she began to move against him. The sensation sent chills down her spine and they pooled in her groin. "All that exercise rambling, I'd imagine you would be rather talented. I can't wait to find out." The comment took her off guard. This man, the one professor who never praised her as a student, was complimenting her, assuming she'd be good at- At what? "Not today, I think. If I got those beautiful lips around my cock, I don't think I would be able to stop fucking your face until you swallow every last drop." With his lips pressed against her neck, he was unable to see the shock on her face. No one had ever spoken to her in such a way, and she never thought him to be capable of such lewd language. He was a man, and he had been a true Death Eater at one point, but he was also so respectful and gentlemanly. "And while that is a spectacularly enticing proposition, that is not where I will be coming the first time," he chuckled. He looked back into her eyes and brushed his wet thumb against her lower lip. "I want to feel your walls clench around me, I want to hear you screaming my name in ecstasy and only then will I finish inside you."

She was torn between agonizing arousal and crushing anxiety.

Then her fear was actualized as realization painted his features. His grip on her, the one she associated with his want for her, loosened. She shook her head, pleading with him to not go down this line of inquiry. "Please don't ask," she cried when his hand fell from her side completely.

"What experience do you have with this?"

"Do we have to discuss this?" He looked at her with hardened features. It was clear that her apparent lack of experience bothered him. "Is that so bad? To not. Have-"

"How?"

"How? How what?"

"How have you never-?"

"Well excuse me!" she huffed in sudden annoyance. As if she was not already frustrated enough. How dare he judge her for her virtue! "It might have escaped your notice, but there was a war brewing during the years one would expect me to explore. What, did you think I was playing house with Ron and Harry while we were off hunting for horcruxes?"

"I didn't-" He cut himself off, clearly unsure as to how he should continue. "I didn't mean anything by it. Honest. I hadn't thought about it." He was still out of breath and he looked as confused as she had been feeling for days, but with a determined concentration pulling him back into their conversation. "You're right, but I would have thought that," he paused again, "since then, maybe."

"I'm hardly what a typical wizard wants." She didn't want this to be about her insecurities, but he didn't look like he understood what she was implying. "The few wizards that had asked me out since the end of the war only did so in response to my fame. It was very clear they had no interest in me by the end of the evening which was fine because I have no time for a man who cannot keep up with me in a conversation. Those who did wish to pursue… more… well, it was the same as the others. I might have been attractive enough that they wanted me for whatever time they could spare, but it was never anything important to them, it was clear they had no intentions to continue. I refuse to be insignificant to the man I give myself to." Her last words were spoken with more resolution than how she started. "So you can leave." This was possibly the most difficult thing she had ever said, but she meant it. "I would say that I thought this was different, but I clearly hadn't been thinking at all. Go. This isn't what I want, and clearly you also had something else in mind."

She stepped around the stunned man and approached the couch in the center of the living space. She was waiting for the door to signal his departure before breaking down. She really thought he was going to be different from the others. Distracted by her thoughts, Hermione was startled by the presence of the man stepping up behind her. He grabbed her gently by her forearms and pulled her against his chest. She struggled briefly but stopped immediately when he whispered her name in the softest tone she had heard from him. "I will go if you wish, but please allow me to make a few things clear first." He waited for her to respond, and eventually took her silence as approval. "I am not judging you for your experience. You have every right to wait for the right time and the right man. I do not think poorly of your virginity. While it might have appeared that way at first, I was not upset by that, but rather appalled at my behavior and choice of words. I was caught up in the moment and I let it get the best of me. If I had known, I would not have said-"

"That's not right either though!" She stepped from him and turned to meet his eyes. "You should say what you want! Otherwise I would never know that what you want is not something I can-" her voice gave out to the awkwardness of the situation. "I am not what you want. You should go."

"I don't appreciate being interrupted, Ms Granger, especially when you're wrong." His voice held no trace of his signature acrimony, but was once again brisk. "If you think that is all I want, then clearly there has been a miscommunication. If you think that is all I want from you, then you clearly do not know me at all."

"Then what do you want, Severus?" she nearly yelled, throwing her arms out in surrender.

"You!" He shouted. "All of you!" He was bristling with emotions, she could see his hands trembling as he reached for her again. "These visions might have my focus currently drawn to you physically, but it is your mind that has held my attention for years now. Do not mistake me for the boys who wish to use you for a less than honorable purpose." His hands slithered around her waist again and she eased into his touch. She wasn't sure if she should trust him, but it was so difficult to refuse him when he felt so good around her. "I have no desire to be rid of you when we finish, I very much have every intention to continue. I will not say this often, witch, so listen to me now. I want you. I want to talk to you, I want to spend time with you. I want to be whatever it is you want to be with me. I have no need for your fame, in fact I find it more of a deterrent than anything else. And while I find you incredibly attractive, I am not only trying to shag you as some claim to glory." Her faith wavered lightly when he smirked, but her heart stilled when she recognized the adoration behind his eyes. "I will admit, I might have a list of nefarious activities that would require this little body of yours, but I assure you, I have only your best interest, and pleasure, in mind."

"But after-"

"There is no after. I will never be done with you." They stared at each other for several minutes. She wasn't sure what to say or even believe. "I can see your reluctance to take me for my word. I understand that others did not want you for who you are, but I know you, better than any of those morons who cannot see your value. I have experienced you at the peak of your annoyance, Ms Granger. If I have been able to put up with you for all of these years, I'm confident I can survive the rest of my life."

She smacked his arm, unhappy with his jab. "Hardly! You were wretched."

"I think you are missing my point." He continued looking at her until her eyes widened in realization and a gentle gasp escaped her lips. "Now tell me you reconsidered. I'm glad we had this talk but I do not think I can hold back much longer." If the pain in her hips was any indication, he was quickly returning to the state they were in when they first walked through her door. She nodded, wanting it as well. Wanting him. "I promise I will try to be gentle, but it will probably still be uncomfortable at first. You need to tell me if I'm going too-"

"No," shaking her head at him. "That's not what you want. That's not what I want either." She didn't give him an opportunity to speak, not wanting to hear his objections. "I'm a big girl, Severus. I might not have much experience but I know what I want! I have not been able to provide myself any release since these dreams started and I am positive that goes for you as well. Honestly, that's extremely unhealthy and beyond frustrating. Tell me what you want again. I-" she blushed hard yet steeled herself against the embarrassment. "I liked what you said. It only took me by surprise, and I'm nervous that I will disappoint you, but what you said…'' She couldn't look him in the eyes, so she closed hers and pushed through. There is no sense in holding back when he had been so honest. She knew the discomfort he probably felt in admitting his feelings, so she too should brave the vulnerability she felt in discussing sex. "I found what you said to be very arousing. I- I want to hear what you want to do to me. I want to know what you like." When she finished speaking, she looked back up at him and saw a mixture of emotions, lust being the most obvious. "Please."

The second being his hesitation. In a gentle and encouraging tone, he tried to reassure her once more. "I am certain that I will not be left disappointed, Ms Grange-"

"For Merlin's sake, Severus! Call me Hermione and tell me how you want to fuck me!"

She barely got the last few words out and she was swept up in his arms with his lips firmly to hers. His right hand grabbed the back of her neck, preventing her from pulling away, not that she would even think of doing something so foolish. This was exactly what she wanted. It was rough and nothing like any kiss she experienced before. It was demanding and powerful, and it screamed Severus Snape. He didn't ask for any permission when he shoved his tongue in her mouth. There was no fight for dominance, she wouldn't have a chance. She was at the mercy of this wizard and she was happy to give him anything he wanted.

He pried his lips from hers and began kissing her neck. "Please! Severus, please!"

"Please, what?"

"Tell me. Tell me what you want." She was panting again, her hands were shaking with adrenaline. "Tell me what you want me to do. What you want to do to me, please."

She was spun around and had to catch herself on the back of the couch. "Are you sure?" he asked as his hands drifted across her hips and thighs.

"Tell me," she sobbed.

"I love hearing you beg, Little One. I think you will be begging a lot." His hands were roaming over her body, ghosting across her breasts leaving disappointed mewls in their wake. "But I don't think I'll be able to deny you anything," he growled as he took one breast firm in his hand. She moaned loudly and threw her head back against his chest. Bowing his head down, he brought his lips to her ear. "What I would give to have you like this, right here and now." She nodded excitedly, pushing back into him. "Impaling you from behind, you holding on for dear life while you take every bit of me." He spun her back around and grabbed her face so she had no choice but to stare him right in the eyes. "But I want to see the look on your face the moment I enter you. I want to see how much you love the feeling of my cock filling you."

With trembling hands, she began undoing the buttons of his frock, though she was momentarily distracted when he began kissing her once more. He guided her back towards her bedroom as his hands worked the buttons of her dress, occasionally bringing his hands back up to feel her bare back for the first time.

His touch only fueled the fire within her. Frantically, she tore at his clothing, and he at hers, until they were both completely naked. She wanted to look at him, appreciate him, but she was too quickly pulled back against him and wrapped in his arms. He lifted her with ease and after several minutes in his arms, she was sprawled out across the bed.

He crawled his way up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. He kept his attention on her breasts, having noted how strongly she reacted to his touch. His tongue swirled around her nipple before biting down gently. The foreign sensation sparked a high pitch squeak from the young woman and a low, rumbling chuckle from the man on top of her. His right hand slowly extracted itself from her other breast and slid down her stomach and brushed over her hip. Once he reached her knee, he began dragging his fingers firmly up the inside of her thigh until he reached the warmth between her legs.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She was nervous. She knew she had no reason to be, but she couldn't help it.

"I'm-" He gave her a brief look of confusion. "Do you not want me to touch you?"

She didn't know how to respond. She did, of course she did. She wanted him to touch all of her, but down there. It's… icky, right? She was being ridiculous and knew it. She was a perfectly healthy woman and there was nothing wrong with her body… but still. "Ehm, I do," she continued slowly, "but why would you touch me there?" Never before had she regretted tuning out the conversations of her friends. Until now. She really wished she had some frame of reference for what was happening. "I mean, don't you just want to… do it?" How mortifying.

She had to give him credit where credit was due. She expected a sneer or snide remark about her inexperience. An apathetic huff, at least. She wasn't expecting understanding. "I know this is all very new for you, but I would feel more comfortable myself if you used actual words rather than phrases like 'do it'." The image of Severus Snape, naked, with his judgemental eyebrow drawn high into his hairline and caught saying 'do it' was enough for Hermione to grin and relax again into his touches. "Will it help you if I explain some of what I am doing, my little Know-It-All?" She nodded. "Alright. I'm going to touch you here because you are not physically ready."

"I told you I want-"

"Ms Granger," he grumbled. "You will feel the difference when I begin, trust me." And she did. With her nod of approval, he moved the hand that rested on her hip back to the goal between her legs, and right as his fingers grazed against her warmth. She started laughing.

"I'm sorry, it tickled. I wasn't expecting that." She tried to catch her laugh from continuing when she told him to proceed, but as soon as his fingers moved, the giggling erupted more strongly than before. "Severu-" her words were cut off by a bruising kiss. In no time at all, her mind went numb and thought itself was banished as he ravished her greedily. His tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth, his left hand somewhere lost in her curls and his right grabbing at anything he can find. If she thought she had been in a daze the last few weeks, it was nothing compared to the phenomenon he was creating within her now. She could feel everything and yet nothing specific all at once. She could somewhat feel his hand pawing at her waist. It didn't register much as his wonderfully dexterous fingers played beautifully against her bundle of nerves. It was only the slow entrance of his finger that pulled her attention in any one direction. She gasped at the sensitivity, moaned in reply to his movements. Every delicious sound that escaped her was devoured by the wizard creating them.

Right when she thought it couldn't take any more, there was a shift in pressure. More pressure. He inserted a second finger and held his hand still against her as her body adjusted around him. It was a tight fit and mildly uncomfortable, but his tongue was distracting, and his thumb rubbing gently against her clit opened her up with ease.

She felt a third finger against her entrance and shook her head. "I don't think I can take another," she breathed out against his lips.

His eyes were shining with affection, not a hint of ridicule within them. "If you can't, then we have a problem, my dear." Her eyes dropped down and found the problem resting between her leg and his stomach. She didn't want to know the look on her face that caused him to howl with laughter again so deeply. "Hermione, it's okay. There is no rushing this."

"But I want you," she was almost whining now, which was not something she found attractive. She couldn't contain her reactions to him though, he was so powerful and sexy, and he was there, awakening the most amazing passion in her. He could control her body with the simplest of touches, and she cherished the relief in knowing he would take care of her.

He started kissing her again, thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She began meeting him halfway, craving for more. "You're going to feel so good around my cock. So good for me." It was exactly what she needed to hear from him as he sneaked in the third finger. It took longer for her body to relax around him this time but once she did, he began moving faster. Harder. She couldn't kiss him anymore, she was breathing too hard. This was it, the moment she had been dreaming about for weeks. She was right on the cusp of bliss. Everything was about to fall apart and right into place if he only kept going... a little longer...

He slowly removed his fingers from their temporary home, earning him the most pathetic whimper.

"I'm going to try to give you some time to warm up. I'm going to lie down for you and you are going to ride me." She already forgot what he said as his tongue found hers once more. His kisses were drug inducing. His touch was pure ecstasy. She could never get enough of this feeling now. She was addicted and had no need for a cure. "Take your time," he rolled onto his back, bringing her along. She was draped across the plain of his chest and found herself mesmerized as he gazed up at her. "Enjoy whatever pace you would like, because once I have you on your back, there will be no stopping." He pushed her up gently by her shoulders and she shifted her legs to straddle him. She had to stare at his chest to keep her eyes above his waist, afraid that if she looked down again, she would be transfixed in- not fear. Apprehension, perhaps.

Realizing she would need to either look down or be left fumbling like a blind woman, she shifted her attention lower and her cheeks warmed. "How you could blush now, amazes me."

"Don't poke fun!" she reprimanded.

"I wasn't, it's endearing." He meant it. "Now, come on. Up you go!" he said with a wink. She nodded and allowed him to help guide her over his length. She pinched her eyes at the pain and her body went rigid. She was grateful for his patience. He didn't rush her, he only caressed the sides of her body, encouraging her muscles to loosen. He pushed up on her legs slightly, signalling for her to pull up a bit before coming back down around him. It was a curious sensation, feeling herself stretch around his manhood. After a few slow paces up and down his shaft, she felt herself relax and take in more of him. "Do you see, Little One?" She was filled to the brim, certain she couldn't fit anymore. "Your perfect body," he shifted her hips back and lifted himself up and into her even more, "so willing to accommodate me." Her calm breath caught as he hit a wall within her. Their eyes met and he smiled at her. It wasn't a big smile, but it was the first friendly smile she had ever seen on his face. "Are you alright?" She was at a loss for words. The cheerful eyes, the friendly smile, the kind words. It was so unnerving to see this side of him. He was warm and comforting, sensitive and surprisingly concerned about her well-being. All she could do was nod. "Then why are you crying?"

She brought her hand up to her wet cheek. She almost didn't believe him before she felt the tears. "I didn't kn-" she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm fine. I promise." She held his gaze, "it's perfect." The last few weeks had been exhausting. Stressful, disorientating and in some ways absolutely terrifying. Finally, Hermione was filled with satisfaction, both physically and emotionally, and the relief that washed over her was overwhelming.

He sat up and met her lips. Expressing to her everything he couldn't say out loud.

Without breaking contact, she began moving. Her speed gradually increased, not noticing any discomfort and now longing for a release. She held onto his shoulders as Severus supported his body with his left arm.

"You look incredible like this, Granger. I will never be able to forget the image of you riding me." Her moans were becoming louder. "Your perfect tits bouncing in my face." Her breathing, so heavy she might pass out. "You wanton little thing, I can't wait for my turn. I hope you still want it my way after this," he slipped his free hand from where he had been holding her arse to her pleasure point between them, "because I won't be slowing down until my seed is coating your inside white, and I promised I wouldn't until I feel you fluttering around me." The way he filled her so brilliantly, his expert touch and those filthy words, everything together was too much and she was thrown over the edge.

Once she came down from her high, the spent witch realized she had been placed on her back with her legs draped over the side. "You magnificent witch, feeling you clamp down around me was absolute heaven. It took all of my willpower to not spill out into you." Severus stood on the floor between her legs as he pulled her closer, aligning himself with her once more. "Are you ready, love?"