Disclaimer: Not mine. You REALLY think I'd be here if they were? No, I'd be off killing little kids! BWAHAHA…

Summary: Hermione and Severus have been set up one too many times. So, they plan on getting their revenge on the Hogwarts staff, but is that how fate will see it?

Warnings: Rated for a reason people! If you shouldn't, or don't want to be reading this, press the back button. Right. NOW.

Authors note: Hello my pretties! How are we all? All good I hope. Now, I like totally stole this idea from another fanfic, you should read it. But you'll have to find it for yourself, I forgot the name and author. Doop dee doo. So, basic plot is someone else's (curse them and their brilliant plot bunnies! All mine does is hump my leg!) but I changed the story line, so don't YELL at me. Okay, you can yell at me, but not too loud, I'm meant to be something called 'studying'. Peh. Studying.

Hermione, Severus and most other characters are very OOC. Don't blame me, they fit better that way.

So sit back and read the totally-not-mine-but-kinda-is-don't-yell-at-me-story. Hope you like.

(Now can someone PLEASE help me get this plot bunny off my leg!)

Chapter 4

DESIRE: (noun) An inclination to want things, The feeling that accompanies an unsatisfied state.

'I'm sorry, I just wanted to check that you were all right. I can see you are.' He indicated to her robe and bundle of clothes that were on the couch.

'Er, yeah. So, um, are we going to put the clothes around the room?' she asked, changing the subject and effectively saving them both from any further embarrassment.

'Yeah. So, uh, I think my shirt should go here. He walked over to the couch and strategically placed his shirt on the couch back.

'Well, my jacket should go by the door, as if we started as soon as we got in.' Hermione laughed at the thought.

'Okay, so once they were off, I'd kick off my shoes… On the way to the bedroom.' Severus was also getting into the spirit.

'And socks, once inside the door. But then what?' asked Hermione.

Severus suddenly picked her up.

'Maybe this would be better if we acted it out.' Said Severus mischievously.

Hermione gasped, taken a back at this sudden behaviour, but she didn't object.

'Okay, so, we are kissing, your top is off, What do I so next?' Hermione thought for a moment. 'Aha! You're belt!' Severus raised his eyebrows, but Hermione just pulled his belt out of his clothes pile.

'Hey, hey! I'm not the only one getting undressed here!' He pulled her white dress out of her pile and tossed it onto the ground.

'Wait a sec. How would you be able to take my dress off, if we're in this position?' Hermione asked.

'You're right. So, instead, we should go like… This!' he swung her around and pushed her against the door, pulling her legs from around his waist. She slid down to her normal height level. Severus suddenly seemed a lot taller, but not in a menacing sort of way. More a masculine way.

Hermione's breathing suddenly deepened. Being so close to Severus was… intoxicating.

Severus looked down at Hermione. She was breathing slower. Did she feel the same emotion he did? This feeling of… intoxication?

JUST DO IT. No. Do it, if you regret it, you regret it. But I bet you won't. Severus dismissed the thoughts and kissed her.

Hermione smiled into the kiss. It was inevitable. It was coming, she just knew it. His breathe had become shallow, and he was having an internal argument that Hermione was pretty sure she knew what the subject was. And she was right.

WOOT WOOT. Severus, you old dog, you! Getting Hermione, after all these years! Wait, what am I going on about? I never liked her before. I don't even like her now, it's merely a slight… infatuation. Yes, that's what it is, infatuation. Yeah, SUUURE.

They broke away, both gasping.

'I… er, we better-' Hermione was interrupted by Severus, who kissed her again. He grabbed her arse and pulled her up and towards him, and she hooked her legs around his waist. She brought her hands around his neck, at the same time as nibbling his bottom lip, begging entry. He happily obliged, letting her enter his mouth, their tongues dancing in the searing heat of the kiss.

Hermione started to play with his dark hair, the shiny strands slipping through her fingers like liquid.

Suddenly, Severus broke the kiss and started nibbling down her jaw.

She moaned, tossing her head back, exposing her neck to Severus' ravishing tongue. He realised that, whilst all this was going on, they hadn't moved from the door. So, he made sure she was holding on and carried her over to his bed. He sat down at the end of the bed, so that Hermione was sitting on his lap, her legs on either side of him.

She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She untied his robe and pulled it off his chest. He was pleasantly muscled, not too muscly but not skinny. He was pale, but not in a sickening sort of way.

'You're…' she started, but couldn't find the right words.

'Not what you expected?' aided Severus.

Hermione smiled. DEFINITELY not what I expected, to say the least, she thought. Mmhmm, but are you complaining? I don't THINK so!

She kissed him again, noticing his arms wrapping around her body, slowly working on her robe tie. He was going slowly, so that she could back out if she wanted too. But this care made her even more sure of what she wanted.

'Severus. Make love to me.' She whispered.

'Are you sure?' he asked.

'More than anything.' She answered, grinning back.

NO, This story will NOT contain lemon. I'm sorry, but I really don't feel like it. (Ducks tomatoes and eggs thrown by perverted readers who were only reading coz of the fact it was 'R')

So, maybe some other time, I'll post some lemon, and if it's on another site, I'll bung a link or address on here for all my faithful perverted readers who were only reading coz of the fact it was 'R'.

That's about it, no notices today.

Woot woot.