A/N: I know, I'm an evil cliffhanging Slytherin [enter synonym for witch here]. The thing is, I've been feeling the pull of my Dramione stories much more this week and so sadly our gorgeous dark hero got a rest in the back of my mind. Today however, I am bringing him forward, stripping him down and maybe even giving him a much needed shag… we shall see!

Chapter 12 - Interruptions

The sound of his own name in that sweetly breathless, lost to sensation voice gave Severus the urge to come on the spot. It was intoxicating, a heady, pulsing, bliss that he had never experienced; a shot of adrenaline to the withering levels of his control as he continued to taste her honey-almond flavoured essence. Oh to hear it again, it would surely drive him quite mad. But he knew that he could; with each lap of his tongue, every time he swirled over the sensitive knot of nerve-endings her whole body shuddered. She was exquisite; pure perfection and his.

It took only a few more seconds for him to bring her to climax; he sensed it approaching when her whole body went rigid with tension and need. Two fingers thrust inside her without warning, beckoning as they arrived at the spongy flesh of her g-spot, grazing against it over and over; his lips, as talented and needy as they were, latched onto her pulsing clit as she broke below him. His name ripped from her lips like the scream of a banshee as she rode his ministrations.

As Hermione's boneless body stilled and he drew away, possessiveness, deep and dark, encouraged by his own painfully hard arousal, overtook his senses; this witch is mine, mine throughout lifetimes, mine to marry, to claim, to seize, to fuck into oblivion. She's so willing, so responsive, so lost to the pleasure I caused her. What on earth kind of Slytherin would I be if I didn't take advantage. Now! He thought with a Machiavellian grin. Now is the time to seal our twice-damned souls.

He rose slowly from his knees and began to lower the only garment she had left him clad in.

"Oh Severus" she repeated on a sigh. "That was… Gods if I'd imagined you doing that throughout all those potions lessons, I'd have enjoyed them so much more. What an amazing use of your acerbic tongue. Mmmmm!"

In spite of himself, Severus chuckled. She wasn't only the brightest witch of her age, but the cheekiest too.

"As you are in such a post-orgasmic stupor Miss Granger, I shall forgive your cheekiness and informality just this once," he addressed her in his most intimidating professor tone but it was strained with the limits of his control and barely concealing his joy and amusement at her compliments.

She blinked her eyes open to look at him.

"Informality, sir? With where you've just had your mouth, I believe informality should be a given," Hermione returned, her voice strengthening as she came back to the present. "I'll admit to the cheekiness, I really couldn't help it but it was not a false statement, Professor. Potions would have been a lot more fun if I had been imagining that as a way to stop your cruel and heartless chastisements."

He didn't answer her at first, wondering how best to do so in action, rather than words. A moment later, as she held her breath for the onslaught on his response Severus moved towards her; standing between her still parted legs, he wandlessly raised the height of the bed so that her fully exposed, still leaking sex was lined up to his own desperate-for-friction arousal.

Hermione rolled her hips toward him, desperate for more friction herself; desperate for him, any part of him, all of him, she didn't care, she just wanted more. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding as he ground his bare hardness against her aching mons in return and began to speak.

"Let us see if I can provide more distractions to that brilliant mind of yours. I do so enjoy the chastisements and when I officially offer you a Potions Apprenticeship after you return to school and complete your N.E. , I refuse to give them up just because you are not sufficiently distracted."

She gasped at the sensation as he finally pushed himself inside her wet heat, which welcomed him like he was returning home, stilling for them both to adjust to the feeling.

"Oh, fuck. You feel amazing, Professor. Never in a million years did my own imaginings do you enough justice. You're so… so…" She whimpered at his first withdrawal and gasped as he thrust into her again with more power.

He flicked his hips as he filled her the second time, making her arch her back and greet his hips enthusiastically with her own.

"Ap-apprentice… ship, sir?" she asked between pants as he withdrew again. "I didn't know… such a thing was… a poss – oh gods – a possibility sir." She managed to say as her breath grew slowly more laboured but matched him thrust for thrust. 'That sentence was an accomplishment. He's incredible. Oh fuck!'

"Oh yes, yes. Right there – oh Merlin – yes. Professssssssorrrr" she moaned.

Severus was losing the battle with his own control; it slipped further away a little more with each thrust, every gasp, sigh and moan that left her; and when she called him 'Professor', especially like that he knew the only way to keep any grasp on himself was to answer her.

"It is rare that such an… opportunity is afforded to any student prior to their… N..E. , especially by myself…" he explained, pausing each time he thrust into her enveloping heat.

"Free my arms Prof… professor, please. Oh fuck, I'm so close, sir. I need to be grasping at you when I come sir… please. Please sir, let me feel more of you."

Severus gripped one of her hips, wandlessly releasing her bound arms before grabbing at her other hip with equal vigour to keep her in place and speeding up his rhythm. Hermione's reaction was instant. She wrapped her legs around his back and lurched upward to slam her palms against his shoulders and dig her nails in; finally given some leverage. Her mouth slammed into his as they both adjusted to the altered position and the additional depth of entry it afforded him.

The kiss was her undoing and she fell apart as his tongue danced with hers in synch with the now insistent pace his gorgeous, perfect, rock solid cock fucked itself into her. Her head falling back at a particularly sharp thrust which caught her g-spot just right. He was instantly at her neck, biting into the soft flesh above her collarbone as her nails continued to pierce his flesh. They both drew blood; her at his shoulders, he at her neck.

"Sevvvvvvverrrrrrruuuuussssss" came the piercing scream of her release as her every muscle clamped around him. His hands pushing down on her hips as he completely lost his own battle for holding on, feeling his balls lift and her so violently clenched around him, he relinquished his control to her and growled out his pleasure as he coated her deep inside with his seed.

As they both returned to earth, panting and dizzy in their mutual bliss, his hands moved to her waist and he lifted her from the edge of the bed.

"Well, well Miss Granger… I believe that performance is worthy of the first 'Outstanding' mark I have ever given without reluctance. You are quite the little witch."

"It's about time you noticed, sir" she said, giving him a cheeky grin and a swift peck on the lips while clenching her lower muscles around his still embedded but slowly softening cock, just as he was reaching the side of the bed.

"That is enough of your cheeks, Miss Granger." Severus said, grinning as he reached out with his right hand to slap at her bottom.

"Mmmmm," she hummed in pleasure even as she jumped at the unexpected contact. "I'm just getting started, Professor."

"Is that so?" He asked, smirking as he placed her down on the bed.

Before she could answer, before she could even think of an answer, both her and Severus felt the ripple in the wards… someone was trying to break through.

"Who knows we're here? Severus asked, grabbing his wand from the bed.

"No one, I swear. I used the fidelius charm. I haven't even told Harry and McGonagall."

"Well someone knows we're here and we should not be found in this state of undress."

"No one can get through my fidelius charm. As you said I'm quite the little witch. Now where were we?" she asked, her smile returning as she pulled him into a seering kiss.

"Miss Granger…" he murmured against her onslaught a moment later. She didn't respond other than with continued moans of pleasure. "Miss Granger…"

"That is the last time you get to call me that when we are alone." She said, pulling back. "No one who has fucked me like that gets to be so formal. I will not respond to it anymore… if you want any response out of me at all except during classes, the name is Hermione. You might as well get used to it."

He rolled his eyes.

"And there's no use rolling your eyes at me. The only time I will accept you calling me Miss Granger is if we are in class or surrounded by people who expect us to have a professional relationship."

He sighed in defeat as he lay on the bed. She had a point as much as it pained him to admit it.

"Can we go back to the kissing now please, Severus?" She picked up her wand and casually rolled in between her fingers. "Or do I have to bind your arms behind your head so we can have some more fun?"

"Very well, Miss… erm…" He cleared his throat. Hermione."

"Oh gods." She said as she straddled his hips. "The things your voice does to me. And the way you say my name… I'm never going to stop being wet."

"Her-mi-o-ne" he sounded out the syllables and she groaned, rocking her hips.

"Fuck, you're such a…"

But Severus didn't find out what he was.

At that moment, the door to their make shift bedroom burst open and three people bustled inform the corridor that led from the whomping willow. Severus had a protective arm around Hermione in less than a second, pulling her close to him as they both turned wands on the intruders… barely noticing the identities of who had the gall to interrupt them.

Ron was at the front of the small group as they edged into the room, eyes wide and mouths open; he was flagged by Luna and trying not to be seen, Harry.

"What the fuck is this?" Ron shouted at the naked pair on the bed. "Hermione what the fuck is going on? You're supposed to be my girlfriend… you only kissed me yesterday and now you're fucking this greasy haired, death eater? Are you under the imperious or something?"

Hermione felt Severus tense underneath her.

"Ron, calm down."

Ron's wand came up to point at Hermione, even as hers lowered. Severus kept his trained on the redhead.

"Ron, I am not now, nor have I ever been your girlfriend. You kissed me yesterday and considering it took you seven years to even notice I'm a girl, it was only shock that didn't have me pushing you away."

"That's hippogriff shit and you know it. And even if it was true, that doesn't mean you go jumping onto the cock of the closest fucking death eater."

"That is enough Weasley" Severus finally spoke but still didn't lower his wand.

"C'mon mate." Harry stepped forward to try and control Ron. "I think we should go. This seems to be something of a private moment."

"I'm not going anywhere. Not until I know what addled Hermione's brain enough to make her fuck well, him."

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Ronald. I am a grown-ass witch, almost two years passed the age of consent and who I choose to fuck is none of your business."

" But… but…" Ron spluttered.

"Your magic likes the Professor Snape's, Hermione." Came Luna's dreamy voice. "I can see the particles dancing with each other. It makes your wrackspurts happy."

Hermione smiled at her whimsically cryptic friend.

"Thanks Luna. Now, would you all mind excusing me, I'm a little busy."

"Yeah, being a death eater whore." Ron found his voice again.

Two streams of magic hit Ron before another word was uttered by anyone. He fell backwards into Luna and Harry and they all ended up on the floor in a crumple of arms and legs.

"Uh, what's that smell?" Harry said.

"Well, if he's going to spout shit from his mouth, he deserves it to be literal." Hermione replied haughtily.

"Oh you didn't." Harry said, trying not to retch at the smell, even as Severus burst out laughing.

"Oh, witch, I love you." He said, without thinking.

"Wh-what?" Hermione stammered, turning to look at him.

There was a scrambling noise where Harry, Luna were trying to untangle themselves.

"Oh Hermione, I'm so pleased for you. And for you to Professor." Luna said airily, as if nothing strange or unexpected had happened."

"C'mon Luna, I think we'd better go. Can you help me levitate Ron out of here?"

"Of course, Harry. I just need to find where the Venricax got to."

"The what?" Hermione said, her eyes not leaving Severus as his words still hadn't quite sunk in.

"The Venricax. It's an Aureum Venricax actually. It's how we found your fidelius charm. They hunt magic like niffler's hunt gold and feed on it… when this one found your fidelius, it gorged on it, draining the power and revealing the shack. He's probably sleeping somewhere now that he's full."

"Oh great. In that case we're gonna have all the reporters, professors and students down here in no time. Please can you go and head them off Harry while we get ourselves into a better state."

"Sure." He said to Hermione before turning to his ex-Potions Professor. "What did you curse Ron with, sir?"

"Only a stunner. I saw Hermione's wand move a fraction before mine, I trusted her to deliver something worthy of Weasley's foul language."

Hermione looked back at Severus with tears in her eyes, his words erasing the other people in the room from her mind; he trusted her, he knew she would deliver what Ron deserved. She glowed with his praise and trust, finally after years of his sour comments and glares, she felt his honest opinion of her and it awed her. Not to mention he had said he loved her only a minute ago and in that moment, looking into the midnight sky depths of his admiring eyes, she felt it too. She knew what her future self had meant; she was in love Severus Snape and even if his saying it had only been a slip in his self-control, her declaration would not be.

"I love you." She said very deliberately and with no hesitation before claiming his lips.

Harry and Luna backed out of the room, levitating Ron; both deciding silently that the venricax could be recaptured later.

The kiss did not break until both were about to pass out from loss of oxygen several minutes later.

"Our audience seems to have abandoned us." Hermione said, glancing toward the spot her friends had been by the door."

"Good," Severus commented. "I wish to continue sealing our bonds without the watchful eyes of your ex's."

He grabbed her hips to continue the liaison they had so deliciously began before being interrupted but Hermione picked up on what he'd said; her hands coming up to his chest to push him back.

"The bond? How do you know about that?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

A/N: Oh, no… I appear to have done it again; ran out of inspiration at a dramatic moment. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find some more soon.

Many thanks for all your lovely reviews so far. I really do appreciate your support and love for the wacky scenarios my brain keeps coming up with for these two.