A/N: So this chapter does have mature content. I'll put a fast version in the second author's note if you care to skip the smut.
Chapter 11
The water ran down Hermione's pale skin as she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. One last squeeze to get the water out of her hair and the water was off. She stepped out, shaking each leg before it stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel firmly around her body. Used a claw clip and twisted her hair up into a bun and used a quick dry spell. It would be just like with Ron. She knew her turn ons, she'd just find a way to hit them herself. She heard Severus walk past and close his door. She wiped the condensation off the mirror and looked at herself, would he find her alluring without his little spell? The moment for questioning was gone. She dove deep inside herself and pulled back every ounce of confidence, opened the door and walked towards her fate.
Severus had just removed his typical robes and stood in his black trousers and a white button up shirt at the foot of his bed when he heard the quiet knock at his door.
"Come in."
He looked to see Hermione wearing only a towel wrapped around her and a sultry look in her eye. She took a few steps forward and reached a hand up, releasing her hair from a clip. He watched as her hair cascaded down her back and as her hand slid gently down to where the towel was tucked over.
"Hermione-"
She strode over to him placing a finger to his lips. "Sh, professor."
Her gentle hands found their way to his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. He felt himself become aroused. He felt dirty that a student was so easily able to turn him on. Before he knew it his shirt was off and he had fallen back on the bed.
"Hermione?"
This girl was not the same student he knew. She wouldn't have done anything like this. And now legs were on either side of his and she was leaning over him, kissing his neck.
"Hermione, Stop."
She looked at him confused, "Why professor?"
"Because I know how uncomfortable this makes you. We don't have to use the first potion I suggested, but I think we should use the one for passion. It will make it easier for both of us."
Hermione stood up, "If that's what you want professor."
"What I want is what's best for you," he said, placing a finger under her chin, guiding her to look at him, "And for you to stop calling me professor."
Hermione nodded and drank from the glass she was handed. Her body immediately reacted as she let the towel fall from her body and Severus removed his trousers and boxers. They laid down on the bed and he held himself over her frail frame. He looked into her eyes, and she looked back. Slowly he pressed him self against her entrance, trying to keep a groan in.
As she felt him enter her, Hermione gasped. He was gentle. And she could feel her body reacting. It was alien, but this time she didn't want to fight it. Instead she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.
Severus began to move slowly within his wife, his student, but he refused to see her, instead he imagined his true love. Hermione didn't think at all. She didn't know who she would rather have in his place. But the pleasure mounted within her with each thrust. Her gasps were short and quick and he lost control as he grunted and groaned.
Severus' breathe started to catch as he felt himself reach his climax. After a few moments, of laying next to each other, Hermione stood up, grabbed her towel and returned to her room for the night. Feeling used, not by the man, but the ministry.
A/N2: Sorry if it wasn't the best, however I'm just getting used to writing smut. As for the quick version I promised: Hermione was going to seduce Severus he gave her a potion. They had sex and she left feeling used by the ministry.