A/N: Okay, so I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I really had no idea what I wanted to do with this story. And I wrote half of it, but lost it. I know that this chapter is almost completely Hermione telling Snape about her little predicament and the corresponding...interaction between them, and then there's a little fluffy Harry/Luna moment at the very end.

I haven't gotten many reviews on this story, and that has to change. I have no idea where I want to go from here, and I have no idea what to write next. If I don't get any suggestions in my reviews, this story WILL END PREMATURELY! LIKE, NO MORE CHAPTERS!! So please, please, PLEASE, review!

!!WARNINGS!!: Cross-generation pairings (Hermione/Snape: if you don't like it, don't read it) language, and a lemon. You have been warned.


Hermione walks slowly down the dungeon corridor, following a path that is well-worn by her and the other Hogwarts students. But this time, she isn't going to the dungeons to do anything she or any other student normally does down here. She is going to the dungeons to tell her Potion's Master she is pregnant, and he is the father. No, she thinks bitterly to herself, most students do not go down here for this.

She passes empty classroom after empty classroom, wondering what terrible, mischievous deeds have been committed in each one. Infidelity has probably been committed in these classrooms one and a thousand times, Hermione says to herself, but probably never with a professer. She walks even slower, taking her precious time not only because she doesn't want to tell her lover her news, but also because she doesn't know how to do it.

Hermione sighs a deep, long-suffering sigh. She knows her life isn't that hard, but it sure does feel like it right now. And all too soon, she reaches the door that holds her destiny inside. Way to be dramatic, Hermione, Hermione thinks to herself wryly, chastising her for pinning her entire fate in the hands of one bit of news. She isn't usually like this.

She sighs again, reaching out her hands very slowly for the metal doorknob. With agonizinly slow movements, she twists it, pushing the door open. She steps gingerly inside, as if daggers might fly from the walls at her entrance. That's right, Hermione. Your lover's set up a booby trap for you, Hermione laughs at herself when she gets nervous at her entrance to the classroom. Her glance sweeps the room, counting all the surfaces her and Severus Snape have fucked on. There were sixteen, and those were just the ones in this room.

Hermione walked quickly to the door to Snape's office, not wishing to dwell on the guilt and lust that came with imagining the sex she had so often with her professer. But once she gets there, she finds she can't gather enough nerve, enough daring, to open the door. She can't even knock on it.

The chore of opening the door is taken from her when her lover opens it first. Looking at her nervous form, Snape raises an eyebrow to hide his suprise and delight. He reaches out to Hermione, putting his hand at her waist, but she pulls away. This time, Snape doesn't hide his disappointment or surprise at her actions. Hermione clears her throat, and before Snape can say a word, she blurted it out.

"Se-Snape. I'm pregnant," she says bluntly. She quickly turns away so as not to see Snape's reaction. She is sure he will be angry, maybe kick her out and end their affair, and she doesn't know what she'll do if he does that. Snape, for the first time in Hermione's memory, pulls her face toward his, forcing her to look at him, gently. And Hermione gasps, for she wasn't used to gentleness from him. He sighs, and Hermione felt so guilty and ashamed for what she had just said.

"It's okay, Hermione. I'm not completely happy about it, but it's okay. It's half my fault, at any rate," Snape says brusquely, with barely any emotion. There was some, though, and that comforted her. For the first time since their affair started, her lover was being gentle with her, and it made her feel a little less guilty. She sighs with happiness, and the sound startled Snape out of his sudden tenderness.

"But I still think we shouldn't talk outside of classes. At least for now," Hermione says firmly, leaving no room for question. Snape nodded in agreement, but looked at her longingly. It felt like it had been so long since they had kissed or touched each other. Hermione saw the lust glistening in his eyes, and her own was quickly awakened. He has a question in his eyes, as if he has to ask whether it's alright, and then Hermione nods, agreeing to one last time together.

This time, it will gentle and slow, not fast, hard, and hungry like it usually is. They kiss slowly and languidly, and Hermione is shocked at how much she enjoys the sensuality of it. They stumble sluggishly backwards, and Snape has Hermione pinned to his desk. His hand goes up to caress her breast, and Hermione moans breathlessly. Snape gives a muffled chuckle at the familiar sound before squeazing hard and moving his mouth to Hermione's beautiful neck.

Hermione gasps at the pleasant sensations Snape is giving her as he gives her a small love bite near her pulse point. She regains her wits and unclasps Snape's sweeping robe, letting them drop unceremoniously to the floor. She gasps at what she sees when she does; Snape is not wearing a shirt underneath his robes. Her sensuous gaze travels over his chest, perusing the scars that come with burns from numerous potions and the scars that came from his father's beatings. Her hand reaches out to caress his heated flesh, and this time, it is him who moans at the touch.

Soon, Hermione's hands are travelling feverishly over Snape's chest, rubbing frantically at his nipples, twisting them, trying to get him as aroused as she is. She could tell that it was working. Snape, becoming irritated at his lack of control, forces Hermione to sit on the table and took off her shirt, the entire operation only taking a few brief seconds before the Potions Master's mouth was perilously close to her nipple and Hermione's most sensitive spot wis dripping and throbbing with aching need. She groans loudly and reached behind to unclasp her own bra, letting it fall to the floor as she pulls Snape's mouth down onto her nipple.

At the feel of his warm, wet mouth around them, Hermione cries out softly, bucking into her lover's hips. "P-please, Sev-severu-oooooh-s. I n-nee-eeeeeed you-ooh ohh."

Hermione's fingers are soon reaching up inside her skirt to fulfill her extreme lust and arousal as Snape would do nothing about it. As her moans, groans, and cries of passion got steadily louder, Snape pulls her fingers out of her pussy and replaces them with his own. When she feels his long, luscious fingers inside her, she cries out in pleasure so loud, Snape is worried the entire school could hear. His fingers move inside her quickly, bringing her so close to orgasm, he can feel it coming, but then he pulls his fingers out her most private part.

Hermione almost sobs with lustful agony, and looks up at the Potions Master, her lover, her first time, with such pleading that Snape almost laughs. And then, she does sob. She lets out one, small, muffled sob at the thought that the man she needs inside her so very much wouldn't oblige her. And he does laugh through his slow, hard kisses onto her breasts, stomach, and mouth.

"Don't tease me, Severus! I need you so badly; I'm begging you! Be inside me, be a part of me; quench my desperate lust for you, and you alone! I need you too much for words!" Hermione begs him, taking off her panties fully, slipping them off her ankles with her feet. She lays down on the table in her classroom, truly a sight to behold with no shirt or bra, spreading her legs and showing her dripping, naked pussy, a barrier that was just begging to breached.

Snape moans at her submissiveness and the lustful sight before him. He himself can feel his own hard cock throbbing with the need to take her. So he unbuckles his belt, going slowly, so as to tease the sexy woman on the table who was panting and itching with sexual desire. Then, still going slowly, no matter how much he wants to rush, he unbuttens and pulls down his trousers.

Hermione's mouth was a small "o" that speaks her complete awe of him. As always, she almost came purely at the sight of his rock hard cock in front of her, so big, and the thought that it was about to be inside her. He lowered himself slowly onto her, breaching the walls of her pussy so slowly, Hermione felt she might die. Both student and teacher both let out a sigh of pleasure and relief at the feeling of being so complete, so filled.

The moved slowly, but it was still just as passionate and hot. And all too soon, Snape and Hermione were screaming each other's names in pleasure, unable to hold in the screams. Quickly, they both get dressed and retreat, Snape to his study, Hermione to the corridor, both satisfied with the telling of the news and the intimate moment that followed.


"Shh! Luna, you'll get us caught!" Harry said through his laughter at his girlfriend. She was muttering some ridiculous rubbish about knargles again, but Harry couldn't find it within himself to be irritated; he was just amused. Luna blushed and looked at the Marauder's Map, still in awe of the magic it must have required.

At last, they had reached the stretch of empty wall that both Harry and Luna knew so very well. The expance of wall that led to the Room of Requirement. They walked past, three times, under the invisibility cloak - it was so much easier to fit a 17 year-old and a 16 year-old when they weren't afraid to be close to each other.

Once the door appeared, they both scrambled into it, falling on one of the couches placed there. But soon, Harry felt the warmth against his torso that was Luna disappear, and he sat up to see what she wanted.

"Harry, you just broke up with your first girlfriend, and we're going pretty hot and heavy. Am I just a rebound, just a warm body?" Luna asked cautiously. Harry had been very excitable lately, and she didn't want to feel the fire of him when he was angry, or worse, the ice.

"Luna, you're right," Harry started, and seeing the sadness in Luna's eyes, continued quickly, "but I have feelings for you that I didn't expect to have. You were the first to ask me if I was alright, instead of laughing at me behind my back or avoiding me, afraid of my anger. I really appreciated it, and I think it made me fall for you a little," Harry said softly, tenderly. He felt Luna smile into his chest as she laid her pretty head down, and sigh in contentment. For the rest of the night, they didn't make out, they didn't have sex, they just laid there. They kissed softly sometimes, but most of the time they were just there, enjoying each other's company.

A/N: I was really hoping this chapter would be longer, as I have been getting better with making longer chapters, but oh well. At least I updated, and I did the best I could.

This was my first lemon, so I would really appreciate it if I got feedback on it. I know I could really use constructive criticism with both that and the tenses in this chapter (although that can be solved by a beta hint hint).

And like I said before, I really need reviews, otherwise, this is the last chapter, because I have no idea what to do next...