Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me only to JK Rowling, except the anaconda belongs to me, actually even that doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Mother Nature... so dun sue...

Author's note: This is a repost, as FF.net cruelly deleted the story the first time I posted it. But being a dedicated S/M shipper, I refuse to succumb to their oppression and here it is again, albeit I toned it down a notch and increased the rating… also, I am proofreading for any past errors, so chapter installments won't be as quick as they should be… but I shall do my best…

BUT so you know, the rest of the fic is PG-13!! (unless stated otherwise)

"Severus, this way," she said, her voice unusually soft. She held on tightly to his clammy hands, her fingers entwined tightly with his pale long ones. His eyes were half-shut, his face paler than it usually was. His black hair stuck to his face, covered in dirt as was his robes and other exposed parts of his skin.  Minerva McGonagall looked no better, her hair coming down in locks from her once tight bun. She slowly guided him down the stairs that would take them to the dungeon. She wished she too could succumb to the lovely feeling of helplessness, but with Severus half-alive and Albus in the hospital wing unconscious, she couldn't afford to loose her head.

"Severus, I need your password," she whispered. He was leaning heavily against her now, his head on her shoulder. He whispered his password and she repeated it to the green Anaconda. Mustering all her strengths, she pulled him into his quarters. She placed him in a green armchair and turned to the fireplace. It looked clean with lack of use. She waved her wand at it and red sparks shot out of it and into the fireplace producing a roaring fire. She looked around the now light room. How different it was from her room. Where her room was snug and homely, his place was cold and impersonal. She turned back to the owner of the room. His eyes were shut, his breathing heavy. As much as she wanted to put him into bed and return to her lodgings, she knew she had to wash him and treat him first. After a brief glance across the room, she made out where the bathroom was. Pulling him up to his feet, she draped one of his arms around her neck, and supported him with both of hers.

"Severus, do try and walk, I cannot support you alone," she grunted. He must have heard her, as she could feel a little of the weight being lifted off her. At snails pace, she dragged him to the bathroom. Once inside, she placed him onto the toilet seat and once she was certain he wasn't going to go rolling off onto the floor, she went to the bathtub. With another wave of her wand, the tub filled up with warm water and a bottle of Strawberry Shower Gel appeared at the side of the tub. Severus was still half unconscious.

"Merlin, give me the strength to do this," she muttered under her breath, and without stopping to think, in case she changed her mind, she pulled Severus to his feet and began undressing him. Removing his robes and shirt wasn't hard, but she could feel her face heat up when she unzipped his pants, and carefully averted her gaze as she pulled them down. Standing up and making sure to look at the tub only, she directed him and guided him into the tub. She rolled up her sleeves to wash his hair and just managed to catch him before he slinked down to the floor of the tub. Fifteen minutes later, Minerva released an exasperated sigh. It was nearly impossible for her to wash him and keep him upright too. To do so, she would need to be in the tub with him.

Hmm... she thought and looked calculatively at Severus. His eyes were still shut tight, but his breathing had calmed down. She had no choice, and besides it wasn't as if he was aware what was going on. And god knows she needed a bath too. Swallowing her pride, she began removing her robes, keeping one hand on him. Finally, she was naked as a newborn baby and tentatively stepped into the tub, all the while looking at Severus, just in case he decided there and then to wake up. Nothing. As the warm water folded around her, she closed her eyes and felt her tired muscles begin to relax, her long, black hair fanning out behind her, floating on the water surface.

"C'mon, Minerva. You can soak later," she chided herself, and began her task of washing Severus at the same time checking for any major injury. So far only bruises. Maybe it was because it had been years since she had shared a tub with another man, or maybe she was just extra tired, but Minerva could feel her body... tingle. She was very much aware that Severus was a man and all that made him a man. A warm-blooded male. And as she straddled his outstretched legs, supporting herself on her knees, careful not to touch anything below, her soapy hands glided across his muscular chest, down his muscular thighs (who would have thought such a body was behind such dull robes), the feeling intensified.

Silently, she gave a prayer of thanks that she had already washed his hair and back, or she may not be responsible for what she was capable of doing next. Quickly she moved down to his feet, the safe zone, and rubbed his heels and toes, trying to bring back some circulation, and hopefully color into his gaunt skin. She was supporting herself on her knees, so her upper body was exposed. But she wasn't worried he was out cold. Or was he? A shiver ran down her spine and slowly Minerva turned. His eyes were no longer shut. He was very much awake now, and his dark eyes were gazing fixedly at her full breast. A man hadn't looked at her like that for so long. A groan escaped her lips before she could stop them and she immediately dropped his feet. But before she could seek refuge in the soapy water, his arms reached out and grabbed her waist, slowly pulling her to him. She wanted to resist but her body wouldn't listen to her head.

She could only watched helplessly as her traitorous body began to tingle when his tongue gently skimmed across her skin. It was a raw feeling that began from the center of her very being and slowly began to spread throughout like an out of control fire. Her mind screamed to her body to resist, to pull away and run, but it refused to listen and as Severus began to gently nip her overheated flesh, the voices in her head went silent.

"Oh..." she moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his head deeper into her chest. He released his hold and she moaned again at the loss. But he wasn't done. With a quick gesture, he removed the plug and the sound of water being drained filled the small chamber. He pushed her against the sides of the tub, she still on her knees, but he moving further down... down... down. Her eyes flew open when his tongue penetrated her most sensitive of area. He continued his ministrations on her core until her body convulsed with ecstasy, her juice pouring over his lips and chin. Pulling apart, they looked at each other from across the tub, panting heavily from the desire within each other. As for Minerva, that last act was the final straw for her. Her mind kept telling her she should get out of the tub and run home.

He was delirious; he didn't know what he was doing. To continue would be taking advantage of his hapless situation. She shouldn't force herself on him.

But the warnings were to no avail. She wanted him inside her, NOW! Desire clouded her senses and one look at his lust filled eyes and receptive body was all she needed to know. She moved over to him and with excellent precision, she lowered herself onto him. Both gasped as he easily slid into her. She savored the feeling for just a second before moving against him. It didn't take long for him to follow her lead. They both moved to a rhythm older than time. His hands moved up and down her body sensually, touching every part of her skin he could reach. And when they came, they came together, his head buried in her shoulders and her screaming out his name. But that seeped the last of his strength, and his head rolled back, half unconscious. The full effect of she had just done hit her.

"Oh Merlin! What have I done?!" she gasped. She had taken advantage of an injured man. Quickly she got him into bed and after applying some liniment to his bruises, she quickly got dressed. What has she done? With a last look at his sleeping body, she turned and left for her lodgings. What has she done??

*eagerly waiting to see if anybody reads this… O_o*