Anyone watching Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would hurriedly get out of his way unless they had business with him. The Potions Master, notorious for his dark moods, stern face and snappy insults was not someone to be messed around with. However the keen observer will notice that this weekend, today, the Potions Master walked with a slight bounce to his step and although his gaze was steely as always, a slight softening of his features every time it settles upon couples he encountered on his way.

Snape had just returned from Gringotts, withdrawing a family heirloom that he never thought he would need to remove from its vault. Not in this lifetime anyway. It was a ring, presented to him by his mother on his 18th birthday.

'For when you find the girl of your dreams,' Eileen Prince had said, dropping the ring onto his open palm. Young Severus had curled his lip to that thought to which Eileen had smacked him on his head. 'Stop doing that, your face will get stuck that way,' she warned.

Snape smiled faintly to himself at the recollection of that memory.

I've finally found her, mum, he thought to himself.

As he apparated back to Hogwarts, he was summoned for a meeting with Dumbledore. In his office, Snape's face paled as Dumbledore shared his plan of defeating Voldemort. Of Snape's part in killing the headmaster hence tricking Voldemort into thinking that he had gained control of the Elder Wand and not Draco. Of the risk that Voldemort will probably kill him to obtain it.

'You are asking me to kill you…and then let myself be killed…'

Dumbledore nodded solemnly, looking down at Snape through his half moon glasses.

Snape lashed out. 'You are selfish! Has it occurred to you that I'm tired of all this and do not want to do this anymore?'

'It is the only way to ensure safety and peace for our future generation, including Miss Granger's,' Dumbledore said knowingly. 'However perhaps there is a way out for you. A sort of insurance, I might say.'

~x~

He was home in her arms. Within her embrace, nothing could touch him. There was only the two of them. His head rested on her lap, his hand absently tracing circles on her knee. Hermione's talented hands caressed his scalp, smoothing out his tangled dark hair.

'Something on your mind?' she asked while her fingers kneaded his temple gently, caressing his brow, his jawline.

'Hmm…' His response almost the purr of a sated lion.

'You can always share with me , you know.'

Snape opened his eyes. She was looking inquisitively down at him, upside down from his angle, her hair falling around him, enveloping him. He tugged her down for a kiss, their lips now familiar with the feel and taste of each other.

Hermione gave a cheeky laugh and stood up, crawling on all fours toward his legs.

'Hey..' Snape complained as his head fell off her lap. 'Oh.' As Hermione nudged his legs apart and unzipped his fly. He was already hard when she took him in her mouth.

It was the most incredible feeling for Snape. The few times women had given him pleasure orally, he had had to pay for the service. Here he was in his own quarters, his own student going down on him unasked. The thought of it gave him goosebumps. He could not control his leg from shaking as Hermione swirled her tongue around him.

Impatiently, Snape pulled Hermione's thighs down and spread her butt cheeks as he tongued her wet pussy wantonly, teasing and probing her clitoris with his sharp tongue. Her slick juices covered his chin and nose. He had not shaved for two days and he used his stubble to full effect, grinding the rough surface to Hermione's smooth buttocks.

Snape now behind Hermione who was on all fours, her buttocks angling upward to him just begging to be fucked.

'You're a naughty, naughty girl.'

She groaned at his dirty talk, arching her back. His hand dove into her folds, coming out slick with her juices. He spread it gently around her anus, probing. Hermione tensed. He leaned forward close to her ears.

'Relax. For me.'

Snape reached for his wand and muttered a transfiguration spell that she could not hear. When she felt his rock hard cock probing her anus and her pussy simultaneously, she knew.

God.

She was going to be double penetrated by the same man. She sobbed as her anus widened forcefully to accept his girth. Pain was mixing with pleasure, the sensation so intense she thought she was going to pass out. Her elbows were already shaking. A sharper pain. Snape was pinching her nipples hard. Pounding into her, his back bowed so he could pinch both her nipples.

With a heave, he lifted her up so that she was impaled on both his cocks. He thrust up into her, rhythm growing erratic, desperate for release. His teeth clenched on her earlobe. Trying to kiss it, but missed in a haze of passion. So he bit and sucked and fucked Hermione as hard as he could, wanting to fill her completely, never wanting her to forget him when he was gone. He came hard, pumping deeply into her, uttering a yell so savage, so tortured, Hermione twisted around quickly to make sure he was alright.

As he slipped out of her, his spell ended. She wiped the tears from his cheeks worriedly. Professor Snape was crying. He would not look at her, the many times they had made love, he always made sure they maintained eye contact.

'Severus?'