Author's Note-

Hey Readers! I've decided to continue the story! I had some really horrible writer's block (plus too much stuff going on). But I'm back! As always, if you have any suggestions, comments, or corrections to give, send them my way. (But please, no flames!) Thanks to my loyal readers (you know who you are!) for still being patient with me and not giving up hope for a continuance of the story. And now what you've all been waiting for, (for a while now) our feature presentation! LOL, luv ya all!
'I cannot believe that I just ran away from my perfect chance with him!' Hermione scolded to herself. 'Goddess, I must go back. If I don't, I'll never get over it!' thinking this, she spun around towards the dungeons and ran as fast as she could.

'What did I do wrong?' Snape asked himself. "Damn it! What did I do?" he yelled at himself aloud. 'Gods, I almost admitted everything to her and she just ran off! Why? Is she that repulsed by me? Well, she has good reason to be.' He said silently looking at the pale flesh of his arm that held the death eater mark from his past. It still haunted him. So many years ago, he pledged his alliance to Voldemort. All these years later, he still repents for what he did. The nightmares haunt his sleep every night, throwing him into fits of tossing, sweating, and waking up to the dawn feeling like he'd been through literal hell.

All of the sudden, the door to the dungeon swung open with a huge bang on the wall, awaking Snape from his unpleasant reverie. Hermione ran into the room and toward Snape. She stopped a few millimeters from him and said,

"I had a perfect chance to tell you how I feel and I made a bloody fool of myself. I'm sorry."

Hermione grabbed his robes and pulled him down towards her.

"Hermione, we can-"

"Shhh. I love you, please."

For the first time in many years, Snape gave in to passion. He figured her words of, 'I love you', helped him surrender.

He reached around her back and pulled her closer to him.

"I love you, Hermione." He said to her. Snape covered her luscious lips with his own and begged for entrance. Hermione parted her lips slowly and let him in. For what seemed like an eternity, their tongues and lips danced in a heated show of their desire for one another.

Snape picked her up and carried her into his private chambers and laid her onto his plush mahogany sleigh bed.

"Hermione, are you sure about this?" he asked her.

"Yes." She replied.

She grabbed both of his hands and held them above his head and pushed him onto the bed. She began unbuttoning his clothing when he said; "clothing dissendium" and all of their clothing, except for their undergarments were removed.

They both looked at each other with approval.

Hermione's body had become very mature in the past couple of years. More so than he could have ever imagined. She was a full figured goddess. Her supple and swelling breasts were encased in a lacy black brassiere. Unlike all the skinny, twiggy girls in her generation, she had a woman's body. Large hips, a nice and full set of legs and butt, and a pair of breasts that was gorgeous. 'She is a goddess.' He said to himself.

Hermione looked upon his body with a desire to lick and touch every place on him. 'Wow. Never would have thought he would have such a rugged and handsome body under all those clothes!' she exclaimed to herself.

They intertwined themselves together in a desperate longing for each other. Snape writhed under her tortures of suckling and nibbling his ears, nipples, and neck.

In one strong movement he flipped her over onto her back and said in his seductively alluring voice, "Will you stay with me tonight?"

Hermione replied breathlessly,

"Of course."