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Now, I'm trying to write A Hermione/ older man story. If you don't likey you no readie. Okay? Okay good. On to the thing for those who are ready for it. Everyone is OC

I decided Severus deserves some so here it goes....

Severus Snape walked into his chamber, looking perturbed. Something was in disarray, he could feel it.

A voice from the shadows confirmed his suspicions. "Severus, come and play with me." Hermione, she is the only woman that could ever be in my rooms without permission.

"I can't I have a detention with a student."

"Then let me come along. I'll be perfectly silent."

At this he snorted, "Yeah, but there's no guarantee that I will." Hermione's golden eyes looked at the floor. "Come along if you must." He knew he was displaying major insensitivity but he knew he couldn't get too used to her being here: it would only be a matter of time before she found someone better. He tossed his invisibility cloak at her, "Follow me into the room and don't make any noise." Hermione followed him and sat under his desk. I am going to get Severus so good this time. He won't be quiet when I'm done with him.

Severus sat the desk watching the pitiful first year cower in his seat. Hermione listened, wanting to make sure that the sound of Severus' zipper coming undone could not be heard; the boiling of the potion secures her thoughts. Now, to go to work.

"Ugh...." The Potions Master was slowly using a fighting battle with himself; as a master of self control, he was failing pitifully. The first year looked up from his work and stared at his professor.

"Professor, are you alright? You look very pale. Do I need to get the nurse?"
"Ugh...no, get back work, Chamberlain." The first year still stood at the door, ready to leave. "I MEAN IT! NOW." The first year, Chamberlain, slowly walked back to his desk, watching his professor as if he were mental. Severus' grip on the table crushed the granite table.

"I'm going to get Madame Pomprey, Professor." The first year skirted out before he could call him back.

A voice mumbled from under the desk.

"I can't understand you with your mouth full, Hermione." Hermione came out from under the desk, albeit ungracefully and straightened her robes.

"I said, you can't control yourself very well for a master of the tantric arts."

Severus put a finger to her lips silencing her. "You have to learn with to release and when to let go. And now I need to release."

"You just did in my mouth."

Pulling her into the bedroom, Severus released and released for the next three hours.

Standing outside the door was Albus Dumbledore with the trembling first year.

Albus Dumbledore, with his insane hearing, decided it was a good idea to explain the matter to Mr. Chamberlain over tea. When he was older, much older. And maybe when they were slightly drunk.