A/N For those who were looking for a bit more action.
Upon hearing this, Hermione ran to Snape. He caught her up in his arms, tilting her face up to meet his. The kiss tasted dark, yet it felt light, almost delicate. There was a sharpness, not of bitterness, but rather of knowledge. Hermione explored the kiss, finding all its secrets, knowing that it was real.
Snape kissed her back, fiercely. He thrust his tongue into Hermione's waiting mouth. She tasted so sweet, but she had an inner fire that drove her. It almost frightened him, it excited him. Still kissing her, Snape picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He started to pull away, but Hermione's hands moved and pulled him back down.
Her breath was hot, full of confidence. They discarded their respective robes. Hermione began to undo the buttons on Snape's shirt and slid it off him. She lightly touched his body, tracing her fingers down the muscles she felt.
Snape could no longer stand the touch of his skin against her clothes. He needed to feel her too. Loosening her school shirt, he lifted it over her head, and there she lay. Her skin was creamy, slightly flushed from the heat of excitement, but soft and smooth. The touch of her breats against his chest electrified him.
His head moved down, kissing her the entire way. He began to kiss and nibble at her breasts, circling the pointed nipples with his tongue.
Hermione moaned and moved against him. She, too, was searching. Her hands had moved from his torso, down, slowly, a little further. Snape did not know if she dared—but then, as if sensing his hesitation, Hermione took control. She felt the hardness in his pants, wondered at its size.
Determined not to let Hermione beat him again, Snape slid her skirt off. Before either of them knew what had happened they were naked.
Snape traced a line from her perfect lips down, down, and touched her. His light touch was more gentle than Hermione had expected, more than she could bear. He was tracing little circles on the outside, slowly moving towards the center.
He slipped one long finger inside of her, feeling, rather than hearing Hermione gasp. He opened her up a little more and put a second finger inside. Slowly he began moving them inside of her, a little faster, a little faster. He did not intend to bring her t fulfillment just yet, just prepare her.
Hermione was trembling. She wanted it, she wanted him, what he could give her. She gripped his back, trying to pull him closer. Just when she thought she was ready, the finger pulled back out.
She was momentarily disappointed, until she felt Snape himself enter her. She felt a little pain as he stretched to accommodate him, but she wanted all of him inside her. As he began to move against her, she responded. He was pumping himself in and out, hard. Hermione felt each thrust hit the right spots.
She began to lose control, tossing her hair wildly about her. The silky brown curls against his skin drove Snape further into her.
Finally Hermione was unable to withstand it any longer, but she felt Snape was almost ready too. As one they made the last move until—simultaneous orgasm.
The ecstasy, the pleasure that washed over them was exquisite in waves. They both wanted it to go on and on. Slowly it subsided, leaving them with a feeling of contentment.
Curled up within Snape's long arm, Hermione smiled inwardly and thought, Hermione Jane Granger, no, Hermione Jane Snape. But it should have been Elizabeth. After all, I had Lizzy's story, not Jane's. Hmm, it wasn't a Muggle story then-- Her thoughts flew back to Pride and Prejudice. There's more than one way to become a new person. Maybe I'll just be Hermione Elizabeth Snape.