I snickered, but not unkindly. She looked at me with a quizzically annoyed expression, but stopped trying to unclasp my robes. Perhaps a hallway is too exhibitionistic?, I asked calmly, trying to madden her with my apparent lack of desire. It worked, for she gave me another knee wrenching kiss, and I was wholly glad that my robes concealed more than my mark.

I grabbed her elbow, hard enough to hurt, but not bruise. I did not intend to leave any lasting marks upon her, romantically or otherwise. I steered her stiffly into my chambers, for a determined stride can cover far more ground than a sulky stomp.

I whispered the password, highly aware of her overly keen ears. The portrait swung gladly, and I ushered her in. She gasped, quite audibly as she viewed my shelves upon shelves of books. I was quite lucky, and granted a turret, so my library can extend far, far, far beyond the other professor's. She held her hands to her face, turning scarlet at the volume of it all.

She turned to me, her eyes shining ecstatically, only in the manner of a small child introduced to a candy store. She ran around, trying to drink each title in, trying to absorb the information through the impenetrable leather.

All of these?, she gasped, nearly tearing with delight. Are mine, I finished curtly, crossing my arms, reviewing her in complacent satisfaction. Here was one with whom I could truly appreciate intellect, passion of reading and obsession of all things academic. I came from behind her, laying one hand upon her hip, resting my chin upon her shoulder, trying to see my own room from the view of an outsider. It still looked the same; I've never had an abundance of imagination.

I gingerly lifted her hair, ogling at the exact symmetry of her neck, and its blazing whiteness. I slowly, languorously, dipped my lips to her, trying to drink whatever ambrosial substance she seemed to emit. My arms circled her waist protectively, and she tipped her head forward granting me further access. I nipped her gently, causing her to jump in surprise. I'll be gentle, I promised, but it sounded cold, even to my jaded ears.

She turned around suddenly, her face pressing against mine. Don't be, she tried to whisper, but resulted in a growl.

I raised an eyebrow, clearly never seeing that Hermione Granger could have an animalistic side.

I'm sick of gentle. I'm sick of being made love to. The delicate flower, the little princess. I'm not going to get bloody broken. Maybe a few mild bruises. The more the better,, she said wildly. I remarked nothing upon this sudden outpouring of suppression.

You want me, Hermione Granger?, I asked, feeling stupidly cheesy. Almost (pardon my cheap muggle wording) like a pimp trying to entice a woman. She nodded desperately, and came towards me, arms outstretched, attempting to undo my buttons.

Reflexively, I grabbed her wrists, holding them cruelly above her head, she looked confused for a moment, then very , very aroused. No. I will not be made a fool of, Miss Granger, understood? You may think you have me quite twisted around one of your lovely fingers, but it is indeed the other way round, I said coldly, watching her nervously struggle against me, I'm doing this of my own free will. Gods know I haven't indulged much in life. This is a consensual agreement. There are no romantic feelings here, this is lust at its most basic.

The sudden oddness in my stomach told me that this was not so. That I so needed this woman in a terribly demeaning, starving way, that it could not be denied that feelings were involved. She pulled down hard, and gave me a very cross look, So that's what you feel, lust?.

I nodded, but swallowed loudly. Then this was pretense, because that's not what I feel. I don't care how much you steel yourself against feelings, Severus Snape, but my own run far deeper than a long lasting erection.

So you are not repulsed by me? You believe your heart can hold some shred of dignified attachment for me?, I asked masochistically, very nervous about my own reaction if she answered negatively.

Instead, she gave me almost a fond look, but then an annoyed nod. I wouldn't be here if I didn't, you arse. I'm not a one night stand kind of girl, if you haven't noticed. And I don't care if you keep insulting me here, trying to get me to leave, because I won't. You may think you're in control of how you feel, but there's a lot more than lust, she finished, ignoring my flustered attempts to interject things.

I suddenly swooped down on her, pressing her into a bookcase, kissing her more fiercely than ever. She raised herself up, grasping either ends of the bookshelves, offering herself up in a very fornicative manner.

My hands found the warm zippers and buttons, and thankfully, I did not struggle. I began to creep up her shirt tentatively, not knowing whether she would stop this slow moving bliss, or urge me to continue.

My answer came in a physical way, for she impatiently slipped her shirt over head, not becoming girlishly abashed, nor disgustingly proud. I could not contain the erection that was surging most painfully against my restrictive trousers. She deftly found her way inside, strong, warm fingers gracefully extracting me. I was having more trouble. Our mouths hardly became unattached, for our communication was solely through eye contact or noise. She wriggled out of the pants, and I sighed with relief. She gave a small laugh in my mouth, and I smiled, my lips curling, only to collide with her own.

Her breasts, full and firm, but not large, were encased by me, and I realized that it was only she who was naked. She didn't seem to realize this, for she wrapped her legs around me, still supporting herself on the shelves. Unfortunately, bookshelves are a very uncomfortable place to try and make love without slipping around or crushing the person beneath you.

She wrapped her arms around me, still covering my mouth in sloppy, but amorous kisses. I grabbed her back, appreciating the smoothness and heat from her skin, and her thankfully flawless rear.

We stumbled collectively, and found that the floor suited us well. I was on top of her quickly, her long legs opened to me, the dark triangle of her womanhood so vulnerably exposed. I trailed my hand along her breast, enjoying the feeling of her stiffening against me. She rolled her head back in the floor, gnashing her hair against it, squashing the delightfully springy curls.

I dipped my head quickly between her breasts, relishing the light taste of lusty sweat, as well as her own natural flavor. She tasted and smelled effusively of orange and rosemary. Wise and youthful, if there is such a thing. She put her hands upon the sides of my face, running her fingers down my jaw bone, and to my neck. She guided me in, and gasped slightly.

Out of practice?, I said dryly, slowly moving within her. She smiled wryly in return, and I kissed her fondly on the nose. As we progressed, I became ruthless, moving faster and faster, ignoring the fact that she might indeed feel pain with my thrusts. She looked so exuberantly orgasmic, so in the throes of complete, oblivious passion, that I had little doubt she was enjoying that as much as I.

We found our rhythm, and as we approached, I clawed at her back, breathing into her neck, giving her timely nips. She threw her head back, offering more of herself to me, and I could not help but marvel at the blatant fearlessness. It was not often that a woman had not recoiled from my touch.

I came without a sound, finding satisfaction in the absolutely fascinating contortions both her body and face made. Her lips, red and swollen from being bitten, were thrown open, and her lightish eyes had become dilated. It was exhilarating, yet frighteningly luring to know that I could bewitch and hold such power.

It was not long before she was fast asleep, exhausted, and evidently quite confused. I had becoming alarmingly attached to her, and worst of all, found myself not wanting to stop.

































A/N: Ok, ok, they finally did it. I'm sorry if I'm absolutely terrible at writing sex stuff, but it's not like I have much experience to draw from. Anyway, I would luuuurve some reviews. Hope you guys like that one. It might be a few days before I post another, because I've started a new fanfic, but I'll try and be consistent.