"You wanted to see me, sir?" Hermione asked as she walked up to Professor Snape's desk.

He'd returned to Hogwarts after the war and whilst he was still the Headmaster, he was also teaching Alchemy to a few students. He had been very selective on who he'd teach and she was shocked when he'd asked her to take the class. Not because she still thought he hated her but because she'd taken a year off her education and had figured he'd think she was too rusty to jump into such an advanced subject.

"Yes, Miss Granger," he said, pointing towards the chair in front of him. "Please, have a seat."

She sat to where he indicated and waited for him to tell her what he needed, knowing he hated small talk. They'd become friends after she'd saved his life in the Shrieking Shack and spent many days talking about the war and her future plans whilst he recovered in the hospital wing. Once school started, they had a scheduled tea once a week, but he'd never called her to his office before.

The Christmas Hols had started the day before so maybe he was just looking for a bit of company since they were some of the only people who had stayed behind in the castle this year.

"I understand you've had a breakthrough in your project?" he asked.

"I have!" she told him excitedly. "I was able to transmute the Morganite. I think it would be a great product for the Weasley twins to sell. You and the person you like both touch the stone and it will change colours depending on how you feel about each other."

"Show me?"

She stood and pulled the crystal from her beaded bag as she walked around his desk to stand next to him. Leaning back so her arse was resting against it, she held the pink stone out towards him.

"It's pink in its natural state. If it turns black, you hate each other. If it's blue, you trust each other. If it's grey, you have no real feelings one way or the other towards each other. Yellow if you only feel friendship. Dark pink is love, and red means you want each other — lust after each other."

Her face flushed at her last words. For Severus, her proverbial crystal was redder than a Weasely in the sun. Her nights were filled with cries of his name as she brought her self to orgasm after orgasm thinking about her Headmaster.

"Is that so?" he asked quietly.

She watched in equal parts horror and anticipation as one of his long fingers moved forwards the crystal in her outstretched hand. As soon as he touched it, it turned a violent shade of red and he chuckled.

"Mutual lust and wanting?" he confirmed. His hand moved from the crystal to run his finger up her bare calf and stopped when he was an inch under the hem of her skirt. "What do you think we should do about that my little lion?"

"I think there are only two options, sir," she answered him. "We can either ignore it or we can act on it."

"I vote for acting on it," one of the female portraits yelled from behind her.

"Me too!" another added.

"Merlin knows I'd love to see that chit naked," the voice of Phineas Black called. "Been too long since I've seen anything that exciting."

"Whilst I refuse to let them watch, I do think your colleagues have the right idea," Hermione said, cutting the rest of the room off. "What do you say?"

"I say that there are no portraits in my private chambers if you'd like to join me," Severus answered, standing and holding his hand out to her.

She took his hand and followed him to the small room hidden behind the staircase in his office. He placed his free hand on the wall and it dissolved. They walked into a large sitting room and she could see the mountains in the distance from the floor to ceiling windows across from them.

He pointed towards a door next to them. "My bedroom is through there, little lion. Are you sure?"

"Professor Snape, I've wanted you for six months. Trust me, I'm sure. "

"Maybe you should call me Severus if I'm going to be fucking you."

She laughed at his candour. "You're probably right Severus. You can call me Hermione, but I prefer your new pet name for me."

He looked her up and down before tugging on her hand so she crashed into him. Lifting his free hand, he tipped her face up and looked into her eyes. He must have found what he was looking for because he leaned his face down and pressed his lips to hers.

It was like the world shifted when their mouths met. Everything she had thought a kiss should be was wiped away at that moment, replaced by the knowledge that Severus was a man and she'd only kissed boys before. He was thorough and demanding as he tasted her and she never wanted it to end.

"Severus," she said, breaking the kiss. "Bedroom. Now."

Nodding, he led her to his room and she took a quick glance to see that it had the same windows as his sitting room and that she didn't want to leave it until classes started again. His bed was huge and looked like green clouds of silk.

His hand found her back of her dress and pulled the zipper and she shivered as his fingers traced down her bare back. Whispering, he asked if she was okay and she nodded, telling him she wasn't nervous, just that his touch was electric. His lips pressed against her skin as her dress dropped to the floor and she moaned at the contact. A mumbled spell fell from his lips and she felt his naked body press against her. His hands snaked around her waist and settled on her hips, his long fingers running over the lace trim on her knickers.

"Your body is so sexy, my little lion. I had no idea you where hiding this under your robes." Severus moved one hand up to pinch her hard nipple. "And coming to a meeting with your Headmaster without a bra on."

"I like the way that dress feels against my nipples," she confessed. "And I might have hoped you'd notice how hard they were."

Slipping his hand into her knickers, he began to lightly rub his finger over her already swollen clit. "You wanted me to notice your body? To see how turned on I get you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you think about that often? Imagine my cock hard for you?"

"Yes, sir. Every night. I rub my clit just like you are and think about what it would be like to see you naked, to fuck you, to come around your cock."

"You rub yourself like this?" His fingers began to move faster, stroking her clit just the way she did in her own room. "You lay in your bed, pussy exposed and think about your professor fucking your tight cunt, don't you? You imagine me fucking you in my office. You think about me eating that sweet little cunt of yours on your desk in the classroom. You think about me fingering you at the head table during dinner then licking your cream from my hands. Don't you?"

Hermione was shocked but couldn't do more than buck her hips against his hand as he talked to her. Finally getting her mind right, she asked one question. "How?"

"You almost shout your fantasies to me every time we're in the same room, my little lion. I've had to stay at lunch longer, stay behind my desk in lectures because your filthy thoughts get projected into my head." He pulled his hands from her knickers and she cried out in disappointment at the loss. "Patience, love. I want to fuck you now. I've wanted you for months."

"Please," she begged, pulling her knickers down and stepping out of them. "Take me."

Pulling the bedding back, he helped her onto the bed and she settled herself in the middle as he made his way between her thighs. She was so ready for him and whilst she'd expect foreplay in the future, for right now, she just wanted him inside her. He planted his arm beside her head and she reached down to guide him to her entrance. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and she gasped. Happy fucking Christmas to me! she thought as she felt his girth.

"Your hand feels so good on my cock, little lion," Severus breathed out, pressing his forehead into her shoulder. "Put me at your entrance. Show me how much you want me."

Shifting her legs, she opened herself more and placed him where she wanted him. She lifted her hips and he sank into her, the tip of his cock stretching her.

"Move, Severus. Please. I need you."

Their eyes locked as he slowly pushed into her. She'd read romance novels where the woman would orgasm just from the man entering her and she'd thought it was so fake, but as her pleasure rippled through her cunt, she realised how wrong she'd been. It wasn't a powerful one, but it was unmistakable.

"Already, my little lion?" he teased her, clearly having felt her body's response. "Let's see if I can give you more."

Fucking Severus Snape was everything she'd hoped it would be and more. Nothing in her nightly fantasies had prepared her for the way his scent filled her nostrils, the way he stretched her out, the way he kissed every inch of skin. His cock touched places inside her she'd never known existed before. His hips shifted and a jolt of pleasure went through her whole body.

"Do that again," she told him.

"Do this?" he teased, thrusting back into her. "Like the way that feels?"

"Merlin, Severus. You feel so good."

"You too, little lion. So wet and tight for me. I hope you know that you're not leaving my rooms until term resumes. And after that, I'll want you here as much as possible."

"Aren't there rules about students and professors?"

He didn't slow his thrusts as he talked to her. "None that apply to your age group. But we can discuss it after I come in your sweet pussy."

The only words that were spoken as they continued to move against each other was filth that fell from Severus' mouth. He told her all her fantasies that he'd seen in her head and each word that dripped from his mouth caused her to wind tighter and tighter.

"So close, Severus," she cried out.

His hand snuck between their bodies and as soon as his finger flicked across her clit, her orgasm washed over her and she was screaming his name. His hips stuttered before he slammed hard into her and they stilled as he pulsed inside her.

"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned out. "So fucking good."

He collapsed to the side of her and pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses on her head. She snuggled her face into his chest, breathing in the scent of him.

"You know, little lion, if this keeps up, I think this might be the best Christmas holiday I've ever had."

"Me too, Severus. Me too."

A/N: 3 days in a row! It's a Cockmas miracle!

It's beginning to look a lot like Cockmas!

Dicks in every hole!

Shamlessly stole the idea of Snape as an Alchemy professor from FaeOrable and one of her amazing stories.