Snape lowered Hermione gently down on his four poster bed, still kissing her,climbed on top then moved from her mouth down to her neck, biting and sucking playfully. She'd had her eyes closed for a while now and she felt like opening them, curious as to her surroundings. As her eyelids flicked open, the first thing she saw was the Slytherin shield on the roof canopy above her head. Suddenly the spell she seemed to be under was broken, she breathed in sharply, what the hell was she doing with him? Was he expecting to make love to her? Kissing was one thing but sex! That was totally another!

A fearful thought struck her though, what if he didn't want to stop? She felt his left hand travelling down the side of her body to her waist and then start to slide up inside her shirt very slowly. That was it! She had to get away now! She tensed up and bringing her hands up under his shoulders, began to push him off. Just as she was thinking about leaving however, he stopped moving his hand any further and started kissing around the base of her neck. Oh! That feels so good! She thought and closed her eyes, breathing heavily, the sensation of his soft kisses, causing tingles to run down her spine and back again. She shivered with the pleasure and closed her eyes once more.

After a while he pulled away from her neck and moved down to her belly, pulling up her shirt just enough to get to it and brushed his lips softly against the smooth, firm skin. He breathed out heavily, tingeing the breath with a quiet sigh of satisfaction.

This was a particularly ticklish place on Hermione's body and she giggled at this touch, wriggling a little. Then he used his tongue teasingly, tracing a circle around her belly button, looking up with just his eyes to see her reaction. She giggled even more at this and spurred on by her seeming relaxation, undid the bottom button on her shirt, running his tongue further up.

"Stop, please! Stop! You're tickling me!" She giggled pleadingly. But he didn't stop, sliding his hands to the sides of her waist he squeezed gently, now that really tickled. She began laughing properly now and started to struggle, desperately trying to get away, pushing at his shoulders. But it was to no avail, he was too strong and held on to her. His tickling then moved up to her under-arms, making her helpless with laughter.

"Stop, stop!" She squealed, trying to pull his hands away, but by now she was weak from the tickling and the laughter and it was hopeless trying. She hadn't done this kind of thing since she was a little girl with her father, when they used to play-fight. He always usually won, because of how helpless she went when she was being tickled. It was a weakness of hers that she kept a secret from most people, for obvious reasons, although Ron had found it out, to his great delight.

Suddenly he stopped tickling and slid him-self up so that his face was directly over hers and began to kiss her on the mouth again. Oh he was clever, she had to give him that, he was pushing all the right buttons and was expecting a reward now, wasn't he. Even in her weakened state she knew what he was about to try and do next, his hands were sliding down towards her belly again. She felt his fingers slide under the top of her hipster jeans and attempt to undo the button. This was it, this time she really had to stop him, this time he was going too far!

"No, no! NO!" Hermione shouted suddenly, pushing him off with the all the strength she could possibly muster. As she pushed she lifted her-self up a little and reached down to her back pocket. She grabbed her wand and then pointing it at him threateningly. He leant up and looked at her, an amused look on his face.

"Get off me! Now!" Hermione warned, "You know I can hurt you, so don't try anything!" As she said this she had started to shuffle back up the bed away from him, moving up into a sitting position. He made no attempt to stop her.

"Chickened out at last have we? Just when we were starting to have fun! I know you were enjoying it, but your conscience is pricking you now isn't it? You think you're betraying your friends don't you, by being with me, but the only thing you're betraying is your true feelings. I know you really want this deep down, you're just to scared to take it!"

"I'm not scared!" Hermione lied, "I..I..this is wrong, totally wrong and I don't want to do it, not with you! You couldn't be further from the truth! You must be using some sort of potion or mind control on me.. or something! There's no way I'd even contemplate this normally!" she said accusingly

He sat up and laughed before saying "Is that what you really think or are you just trying to ease your conscience?"

"At least I have one! Which is more than I can say for you!" Came her quick-fire retort. She got off the bed and made for the doorway, striding along indignantly. As she passed through it out into the office again, she stopped turning round to face him

"Don't think this will ever happen again.. because it won't, I'll make sure of that! You're never going to take advantage of me again Severus Snape!" She said sternly and walked over to the door of his office. Professor Snape got off the bed also and followed her.

"Well, You know where I am if you change your mind" He said invitingly, in his velvety smooth voice.

Hermione stood looking at him for a few seconds then decided, "I won't! Believe me!" As she put out her hand to grab the handle, he stopped her, putting his hand on top of hers.

"I think you may want to sort that out first, before you go" He said indicating with his head and pointing at her chest. As she looked down, curiously, she let out an exclamation of surprise.

"Ohhh! When did you do that! I didn't know you'd even.. ." then she broke off, hurriedly doing up the buttons of her shirt that he'd mysteriously, somehow undone without her noticing. She walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her, bumping into a surprised Slytherin boy making his way down the corridor.

"Watch it, Gryffendor!" he said rudely, pushing her away.

"I'd watch it if I were you!" Hermione replied threateningly, she was in no mood for stupid people like him right now. She brandished her wand and had a look on her face that said she meant business. The boy's face dropped and he didn't reply, carrying on his way hurriedly, along the corridor.

Hermione broke into a run then, as fast as her legs would carry her and she didn't stop until she got to the Library. She had just remembered that everyone would be expecting her to come back with a book. Just as she got there though, she heard the great clock clanging, the chimes reverberating round the school. It was 9 o'clock and closing time. She'd need the invisibility cloak to get in there now and that was back in Harry's trunk in the common room. She slid down the wall next to the doors and sat staring into space for a while, thinking about what had just happened.

Guilt crept up from her belly again, causing accusatory thoughts to come into her head, taunting her. Professor Snape had been right, she had enjoyed it, she just didn't understand why. Why would she want to be with him, especially when he had been so horrible to her, but the way he kissed her; oh boy, did he know what he was doing! Ron never did it like that, he kissed her on the lips sure but he hadn't got much of a clue as to anywhere else, just going straight for the obvious places after that. But given time and instruction, he could probably be okay. At least he loved her and cared about her, even though at times he could be tactless, jealous and forgetful and never seem to listen to her when she tried to talk to him about her feelings. She still loved him though, didn't she? How could she, if she was capable of doing this with someone else? She desperately wanted to believe that Snape had used something magical, to make her do what he wanted. But she came sadly to the inevitable conclusion that he had used a more down to earth trick; make her believe that she had started it and that he was just going along for the ride. But if he had had any decency at all he wouldn't even have kissed her back in the first place.

Hermione stood up, using her fingers to wipe away the tears now flowing from her eyes. She took a deep breath and made her way to the Gryffendor common room trying to think up a good excuse. She could easily flummox Ron, but Ginny was different, for starters she was female and secondly she was naturally very intuitive. Maybe she could tell her a little, but not all, of the story and swear her to secrecy. Yes, that would be a good idea, just tell her that Professor Snape had been horrible to her and upset her and leave it at that.

She approached the portrait lady and uttered the password, the door slid open and she climbed inside. As soon as she saw her friends over where she had left them, the guilt now burned within her like a fire, but she knew she had to be convincing. She approached Ron and Harry and stood a little way away from them fiddling with her hands and biting her lip. Then she realised that Ginny was no longer there.

"Where's Ginny?" Hermione asked of the boys, who were still absorbed in their game. Without looking up Ron said

"Oh hi Hermy, she gone to bed I think. Get what you want from the library?"

"Err, no, I err.. I decided I'd do it tomorrow instead. Look I'm tired myself, you don't mind if I just go to bed do you?" She said hopefully, looking towards Ron

"Sure if you want" he said still not looking up, but as she turned to go he said, "Where's my goodnight kiss?"

"Oh..yes" she pecked him quickly on the cheek.

"Is that all I get?" Ron said with a mock puppy-dog expression and grabbing her hand, trying to pull her back.

"Look Ron, I'm really tired.. I'll make it up to you tomorrow I promise" she said awkwardly, pulling her hand out of his grip. He looked a little hurt, but Hermione could stand it no longer, she had to get away, the guilt was overtaking her, becoming suffocating and almost unbearable. She ran over to the dormitory stairway, jogged up and turned at the top to the girls dorms, all the time hoping that whatever story she came up with to tell Ginny sounded really convincing. She felt that the slightest suspicion of it being a lie on Ginny's part, in the mood she was in, might make her crack and admit everything. She definitely couldn't let that happen