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Warning – 18 and over readers only, please. Sexual content. Lemons and all that.

They went to bed late that night, neither wanting an end to come to their perfect day. But as Severus wrapped Hermione in his arms that night, the furthest thought from their minds was that they would be needing Minerva's advice much sooner than they thought….

"Bat!"

"Know-it-all!"

"Scoundrel!"

"Frizz ball!"

"Beak nose!"

"Bookworm!"

Anyone watching this would have probably been utterly terrified. The tall Potions master and his brilliant, young apprentice were standing at the front of the classroom, toe-to-toe. They were in each other's face, rage seeping from every pore they had. If asked, they probably wouldn't have been able to tell you where the fight had even started at that particular moment. (It was over something simple, such as the heat of the cauldron for a complicated, and new, potion to cure spattergroit.) From there it just seemed to all go to hell.

"Asshole!"

"Bitch!"

"Rude prick!"

"Insufferable witch!"

It was just over a month into Hermione's apprenticeship and she was officially gone from the Ministry, vacation time used up and all. She had been living in Severus' chambers for the past few weeks and they had not had one fight, not even a little tiff… until now. And from there it had turned into a full-blown screaming match.

The heat in the room had risen to a breaking point, but neither party was ready to give yet. Their chests were heaving as insults were being carelessly thrown around, the tension so thick anyone but them would barely be able to breathe. Severus and Hermione both seemed to have completely forgotten Minerva's advice. It was getting late, and they had both had a long day full of students and, just to add to the stress level, had potions to make for the hospital wing before stumbling across an interesting theory they wanted to test out. Obviously, it had gotten a little out of hand.

"Greasy git!"

"Stubborn wench!"

"Hardheaded prat!"

"Dunderheaded woman!"

When they stumbled across it, Severus had said, half-seriously, that they should just test it out. Big mistake. They worked for three hours solid, slowly stirring in one thing or another, raising the heat, adding another ingredient. For the first two and a half hours, they had smiled at each other over the cauldron, their eyes glowing with excitement over their new creation. They agreed the shredded walsnips were the last to be thrown in.

However, after they smiled widely at each other, the steam pouring from the cauldron, they decided to check their notes one more time before allowing it to simmer. Severus thought it should simmer at a higher heat, Hermione immediately saying no, it would burn the boomslang to the bottom. Eyes quickly became narrowed, determination creeping into the lines of their faces.

"Jackass!"

"Idiot!"

"Scumbag!"

"Prude!"

"I'll show you 'prude', you bastard!" Hermione gave a small scream of irritation before grabbing the front of Severus' black teaching robes and, not-so-kindly, wrenching him down to her, slamming his lips against hers.

He barely had time to register exactly what was going on, when Hermione shoved him back with a force he didn't think could have come from the small witch.

"I love you, you bloody tyrant," she yelled, turning away from him and made to walk away when he grabbed her arm a bit harshly.

He pulled her arm roughly, and spun them both around until Hermione felt her back slam into the hard dungeon wall. "I love you too, you arrogant twit," he growled before ruthlessly taking her mouth.

His mouth was like wildfire against hers and his tongue was like a strong wind, forcing the fire to grow higher and hotter. She kissed him back with just as much force, trying to shove her tongue just as far down his throat as his was to her. It was sloppy and messy, and to most, it might be disgusting… nauseating even, but to them it was like electric, rage-filled, passionate pleasure.

Their teeth were clashing, their lips pinned to one another's, tongues combating in an angry battle. Hermione tried her best not to moan, but as Severus roughly cupped one of her breasts in his large hand, it was all over with. He tore his mouth from hers and ravaged her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting until she submitted into a screaming-with-pleasure mess.

Her hands raked into his hair, pulling at his black strands, causing him pain, but it was that oh-so-sweet pain. Her back arched as he tore open her white blouse, buttons clanging to the floor. His wand came from nowhere, warding and silencing the empty classroom, his mouth never leaving her neck.

Her nails dug into his scalp as he wrenched down her white bra, sucking an already hard nipple into his mouth. He smirked ever so slightly as she screamed out in pleasure when his tongue swirled around her nipple, but winced a bit as her nails dug in further.

"Severus!" she cried out as Severus paid the same respect to the other hardened nipple.

His hands went up her skirt and yanked on her cotton panties, forcefully pulling them down her legs. Hermione quickly stepped out of them. She yanked on the back part of his hair, forcing him to lean his head back, and slammed her lips once again to his, restarting their angry kiss.

Severus growled into her mouth when her hands left his hair, only to be replaced at the top of his robes. She made quick work of them, having so much practice after all. In what felt like no time, the robes were shoved off his shoulders and onto the floor. Her hands flew to his trousers, roughly undoing the button and zipper. She shoved her hand into his boxers and gripped his throbbing member with her small hand.

Severus ripped his lips from hers to let out a loud moan as she began working his hard arousal. He ducked his head to the side and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. She gasped as his tongue raked over the sensitive skin along with his hand skimming her stomach back up to her nipple, rolling it between his fingers deftly.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She brought her other hand to his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, down his legs hastily. He struggled a bit, but managed to get them off. She once again pulled his hair so his face was to hers and she looked him directly in the eyes.

"I want you to fuck me, Severus," she said huskily, grasping the hem of his typical white shirt then wrenching it up and over his head and arms.

"That will come with time, love," Severus growled, stooping down to put his hands under her bottom before hoisting her up to wrap her legs around him.

Hermione made an angry noise as he ripped her from the wall. "I wanted it against the wall," she growled.

"Insatiable witch," he muttered, walking them to his desk.

He placed her on the desk, forcing her to lay back. Before giving Hermione any time to realize what was going on, Severus was on his knees between her legs, lifting her skirt. She gave a loud moan when she realized what he was going to do.

Severus' hands slid up her legs, as did his lips, kissing each thigh every inch or so before reaching his destination. He didn't hesitate as his tongue found her swollen bud, his fingers finding her already-soaked entrance and plunging in with a vengeance.

Hermione screamed in pleasure, thrashing on the desk as Severus continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, his tongue sliding wetly between her slit, and hotly over her engorged pebble. Severus fought back a moan as Hermione screamed his name over and over, her wet channel enticing him to enter it with something other than his fingers.

He allowed his tongue to travel to his fingers as they pulled almost completely out of her, tasting her. "You taste so good," he groaned against her nether-lips.

Hermione screamed out when his tongue found her bud again. She felt that beautiful sweetness explode and arched almost completely off the desk, calling her release. Severus picked up his pace to an extreme, becoming messy and sloppy, but Hermione seemed to enjoy it. He groaned as her orgasm washed through her body, coating his fingers in her sweet nectar.

Hermione slammed back against the desk, panting. Severus gently withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, causing Hermione to moan at the seductive scene before her: Severus on his knees, licking her release from his fingers while moaning.

He got to his feet, but did not stand completely. Instead, he slid her closer to him. "Wrap your legs around me," he breathed.

She complied, wrapping her legs around his waist, her sex resting against his stomach. He slid his arms around her back, helping her to sit. He stood completely then, taking her off the desk, and kissed her roughly, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. She seemed to like it, for she deepened the kiss. She barely noticed they were moving until her back hit the cold wall again.

Severus broke the kiss. "Now I will fuck you, my beautiful fiancé," he growled in her ear.

Hermione moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders. Severus placed his hands on her hips and held her still as he pulled back ever so slightly. His dark eyes met hers as he lowered her slowly, guiding her wet entrance to his hard arousal. She whimpered as she felt his large tip glide into her, but she did not look away from his eyes.

She tried her best not to throw her head back as Severus guided her down the rest of his long length, inch by blissful inch. It all seemed like slow motion to her until she felt him hit bottom deeply inside her. His mouth was once again on hers, his tongue searching her mouth hotly.

Hermione moaned, unabashed, into his mouth as he lifted her up and brought her back down his now-slick shaft. She tried her best to keep up, using her thighs around his hips to pump herself up and down. She drew her lips away from his, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as Severus hit that sweet spot again and again.

"Faster," she panted.

Severus groaned and guided her faster, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Just as he began wondering if he would be able to stay standing for much longer, Hermione screamed his name. He felt her walls contracting around him, making her channel even tighter. He thought he was going to lose his mind.

"Oh, don't stop, Severus, don't stop," she cried.

Severus heard himself through a haze replying with a 'never' over and over as Hermione's second orgasm took her over, his name being torn from her lips. He followed her only two fast, deep thrusts later, filling her tight core with his own release.

She clung his sweaty, naked body to her own, stroking his hair as he buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. As their breathing and heartbeats slowed, Hermione ducked her face to his neck and kissed it lightly. Severus shuddered at the sensation.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his skin.

"I'm sorry, as well," he replied, also in a whisper. He pulled back just enough to look into her beautiful face. "I love you, Hermione. And I am truly sorry for the mean things I said to you."

She gave him her brightest smile. "I love you, too. I forgive you, sweetheart. I beg your forgiveness for the cruel things I said, also. I didn't mean them… I was just so mad."

"I know, love, I know," he said, kissing her cheek. "I forgive you."

She kissed him soundly on the mouth, squeezing him tightly. Severus smiled against her lips and helped her to her feet, holding onto her a bit longer to make sure she'd be steady enough to stand on her own before scourgifying them both, along with repairing Hermione's top.

"We should go to bed soon, love," Severus said as soon as they finished dressing, a yawn escaping from him.

Hermione cracked a smile. "Probably," she agreed. "We do have a lunch date tomorrow."

Severus groaned. "I completely forgot about that."

"Oh, Severus, stop being so childish," Hermione said playfully. "It's just Harry and Ginny."

"I know, love," he sighed. "But on principle alone, I must be a little apprehensive. Now," he continued, before she could reprimand him again, "let's finish up this potion, shall we?"

Hermione sighed. "Only if you promise that we will discuss things nicely, and not get into another screaming match. As much as I enjoyed the making-up part, I am not too keen on arguing with you again… that was exhausting."

Severus put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her against him. "Agreed, love. Now, I do believe you are correct in assuming the boomslang would burn to the bottom."

Hermione stared up at him, a shocked look on her face. "Really?"

She could tell he was doing his best not to roll his eyes. "Indeed. Let's take a look at it, shall we?"

They walked to the cauldron, only to find the heat still on, the potion bubbling a sickly looking green color. Hermione didn't say a word, she just allowed Severus to walk circles around the brewing potion, and occasionally dipping his face lower to inhale the smoke emanating is slow puffs out of the cauldron. She smiled as his face scrunched in concentrated, his mouth forming a thin, thoughtful line.

"I believe we were both wrong," he murmured, still walking circles.

"How so?" she asked, but not moving any closer.

"This seems to be perfect, as is. I believe that if we let it simmer on this setting until tomorrow morning, we may have just done it."

Hermione's mouth fell open, and, no longer able to contain herself, walked to the cauldron. Her eyebrows came together as she looked at the liquid inside. The consistency was what they assumed, but the color….

"This looks ghastly," she said. "The color is completely wrong. It's supposed to be an emerald green, Severus, not… vomit colored."

Severus nearly laughed at Hermione's nose wrinkling. "Hermione, that is the point of creating a new potion. You assume what the color, consistency, and smell will be. Not everything has to be exact."

She smiled, realizing he had turned into his 'professor mode.' "Yes, Professor, I know that. Perhaps it will change by morning. It is the consistency we agreed upon, however… along with the small puffs of smoke. Not to mention it isn't at quite a boil and yet it's still smoking…."

Severus smiled and crossed his arms thoughtfully as he watched his fiancé walk around the cauldron as he had, giving himself a solid pat on the back for agreeing to let her apprentice. "Is there anything we are missing?" he asked.

Hermione glanced up at him quickly before concentrating once again. "I don't think…. Wait!" she exclaimed. "We are, Severus! The reason we aren't getting the emerald sheen to it is because we are missing Portucal…."

"And what, Miss Granger, is the importance of Portucal?" he asked.

"It has healing abilities that is the main ingredient in clearing boils or dragon pox, sir."

"And what would that do to the color?"

"Because the Portucal is neon green, as well as an extremely velvety potion, and if mixed to this it will create not only an emerald color, but also the sheen we were expecting…."

"Precisely," he said. Yup, definitely a solid pat of the back for him.

"Did you know what it was missing?"

"I did, but I thought I'd give you the opportunity to figure it yourself, love, I trust you."

"Oh, Severus, this is wonderful!" she exclaimed, striding around the cauldron and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He chuckled and hugged her back. "Why don't you go get the bed ready and I'll add it."

Hermione yawned. "I suppose. I did get to add most of the ingredients, I guess I'll allow you to do this one…."

"Allow me?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

She laughed. "Yes, dear, allow." She gave him a kiss and hurried through the cold dungeon into their chambers, changing quickly into just her underclothes, and hopped into her side of the bed. She smiled as she thought the words 'her side'. Just as sleep was setting in, Severus climbed into bed beside her, encompassing her securely into his arms. She breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

Severus, on the other hand, was awake for a bit longer, stressing over the next day. He had agreed to have lunch with Harry and Ginny simply because it was what his woman wanted. Although he must admit, he was indeed looking forward to having a decent conversation with Harry, as he did not have exactly what most would call a good relationship with the boy. Man, he corrected himself. A married man with twins on the way. He shook his head, thinking that although Ginny was probably the smartest of the Weasleys, she was also the most like Molly it seemed.

The last thing that passed through his sleepy brain was that tomorrow's lunch was, without a doubt, going to be… interesting.

A/N: My apologies for this chapter being so short. The next chapter shouldn't take too long to get up, I hope. Review and let me know what you thought though!