Naughty

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: Could potentially be more than a one-shot—it depends on what you think.

Hermione's hazel eyes were drowned in darkness; she stood motionless in the still, dark room, the only noises were of her own breathing and heartbeat, both growing more rapidly intense in anticipation as each quiet second passed.

"Have a seat, Miss Granger." A soft, deep voice spoke to Hermione in the darkness. She gasped as a dim light came on, the orange glow of a fire spreading through the room. A dark figure emerged from the shadows, waiting in silent patience as Hermione quickly walked across the room and sat down on the bed. He towered over her now, the waist of his long, black robes at her eye-level. Slowly, she brought her eyes to look into his, his dark hair falling in a curtain over his face.

He leaned down, placing his hands on the bed on either side of Hermione, causing her to lean back and rest her elbows on the soft blanket.

"Lay down," he ordered. Hermione lay down on her back, and a cool hand brushed across her cheek.

"I love you in the most impossible way, Miss Granger."

He swept across the room. Hermione sat up moved up the bed so that she could lean against the headboard, and watched him, silently and intensely, as he busied himself in the corner.

"I'm making something for you."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

He drew back from his corner, two phials raised containing a bubbly liquid the shade of deep violet.

"What have I told you about speaking, Miss Granger?"

Hermione bit her lip and he sauntered over and handed her the phial.

"Cheers," he said, and he elegantly downed the potion.

Hermione took the phial to her lips and drank the liquid slowly, savoring the taste. He took the empty phial from her and threw them both into the fire.

"Do you remember the rules?" he asked, eyeing her. Hermione nodded. "I'll repeat them again to you, just in case. You will do whatever I tell you to do, and you will make no noise unless I ask you to."

Hermione nodded, his hungry eyes like cold hands sending shivers over her body.

"The first thing I want you to do," he said. "Is to take off your robe."

Hermione obeyed, pulling her robe up and over her head.

"Just lay it on the floor."

Hermione did so. He grazed her thigh with the back of his hand.

"The potion you drank…" he put his other hand on her waist, edging closer to her so that if he were any closer he would be pressing her against the headboard. "…was a simple yet powerful aphrodisiac…" as he said this, he let his fingers trail up her inner thigh and leaned into her, their faces nearly touching. "…is it working?"

Hermione yearned to say "yes" but she bit her lip against it, not daring to disobey his rules. She nodded, gasping as he brought his lips to trail lightly along her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. Hermione, not able to help herself, let out a small moan. He immediately pulled his fingers and lips away look at her.

"Unbutton your blouse."

Hermione brought her fingers to the buttons and, starting at the bottom, let each button fall out of the holes. He reached forward and gently slid it off, laying it on the floor with the robes. He studied her body, his breathing becoming considerably heavier.

"I'm going to take off your bra now," he said, and he brought his arms around her in an embrace; when he released her, her bra fell away with him. Hermione sat writhing with anticipation, wondering which command she would have to obey next, and her heart flooded with excitement when he said, "Lay down." Hermione lay down, resting her head against the pillow. "On your stomach."

Hermione was surprised, but she did as she was told, rolling over onto her stomach, her breasts against the cool sheets. He traced his finger down her spine—every touch felt suddenly electric. His fingers crept beneath the top of her skirt and Hermione's heart nearly beat out of her chest when his other hand came around her waist and he placed a hand under her skirt, his hand resting over her underwear.

Hermione buried her face in the sheets, trying to make her heavy breathing.

"You're shivering, Miss Granger," he said. He removed his fingers and placed both hands up the back of her skirt, then slowly, painfully so, he began to slide her underwear down her legs. When her undergarments reached her knees, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on both creamy white cheeks. She bit the sheets when his lips kissed her damp spot, and he lifted away again and finished removed her underwear.

"On your back, Miss Granger."

Hermione rolled over and her eyes were immediately greeted by a black blindfold.

"I enjoy the element of surprise, don't you?"

She felt a finger slide into her, and then two of them pressed into her, hard at first, which brought Hermione's hand to her mouth to stifle her surprised gasp—she hadn't been expecting him to be so forceful, yet it aroused her nonetheless. He removed his fingers and sighed softly.

"I love your smell," he whispered. He leaned down onto her and ran a hand through her hair, kissing her on the jaw, then on the cheek.

Hermione longed for him to touch her lips with his, but it was his fingers that rested on her lips. She opened her mouth slightly to kiss his fingertips. Then he was gone, his lips pressing against her inner thighs.

She arched her back, encouraging him to venture further, but he refused to give in.

"I want to do something to you, Miss Granger, but only if you let me. I would like to give you a mind-splitting orgasm."

Hermione nodded and choked down a whimper as Snape tore down her skirt. She could feel him unzipping his pants and his knees pinned down her legs. She felt him, all of him, force himself into her, and again was forced to bite her lip, this time so hard that she drew blood.

He put his mouth to her ear. "Okay, Miss Granger. Now, I want you to say my name…"

Hermione's lips parted as she moaned the name of her lover. "Severus…" she breathed. "Severus Snape…"

"Hermione…" he moaned back. "I love you in the strangest way, Hermione Granger…Miss Granger…

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione's eyes snapped open and she stared up into those of Professor Snape.

"Pay attention," he said, glaring down at her.

"I—"

But Professor Snape had already swept back to the front of the classroom. Hermione lowered her head, trying to suppress a smile. She rested her head in her hands; she couldn't wait to fall into another daydream.