Everything except the storyline belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Context: Hermione has returned at the castle after the Final Battle to finish her education.

Here's the promised second chapter. I hope it meets your standard!

Chapter 2: Flashback – The First Encounter

Professor Snape was patrolling the many hallways of the Hogwarts castle when he heard a stumble and a giggle. Turning the corner he lit his wand.

"Miss Granger," he greeted the bright young woman standing in front of him. "Up so late?"

"Professor!" she cried out in surprise before smiling at him. "No curfew for me!" She giggled once more.

Snape scrutinized the witch he had secretly always admired. The war had mentally aged her beyond her years, making her a lot more mature than her peers. Now, however, she was squinting at the light of his wand, looking unsteady on her feet and acting very girlish.

"Where have you been Miss Granger?" he asked.

"Oh, c'mon professor," she giggled. "You know we can go where and when we want. With us being war heroes and all."

"I insist Miss Granger. I'm still responsible for you safety."

She frowned shortly before smiling at him again.

"If you must know, I went for a drink with Seamus and his friends."

A pang of jealousy shot through him. He had already come to terms with his feelings for the woman standing in front of him but he made sure not to let it show. She was half his age and he was her teacher. It would be highly inappropriate. Not to mention she deserved someone far better than him.

"And where are Mister Finnigan and his friends now?"

"Still drinking." Another giggle.

Snape scowled. "They let you walk home alone? Like this?"

Hermione put her hands in her waist and swayed a bit because of it.

"I can fend for myself!"

Snape's scowl grew deeper. He was going to have a talk with the Finnigan boy, one he wasn't going to forget any time soon. He eyed Hermione up and down.

"You need a sobering up potion," he stated.

"I'm not drunk!" she protested.

He let out a sigh. "Yes you are. Follow me."

He turned and strode away, shortening his steps so she would be able to follow. She muttered something under her breath but stumbled after him.

He rolled his eyes at her giggling every time she tripped over her own feet. The urge to wrap an arm around her and stabilise her was overwhelming, but he ignored it, instead carefully listening to make sure she could keep up. If she had gotten that far inside the castle, she could reach the dungeons on her own. Still he was happy when they reached the potions classroom without her falling down.

"Sit," he commanded. "I'll go get your potion."

As he walked to his office he let out another sigh and dragged his hand through his hair. Any other student he would have sent straight to bed. With plenty of detention if it wasn't a returned seventh year. Now he had a drunk Hermione Granger in his classroom. And he was about to give her a potion from his private stash. What was he thinking?

He had expected Hermione to sit down in one of the many chairs but when he returned he found her sitting on his desk, dangling her feet. He walked over to her and handed her the vial.

"Drink."

She sniffed it and scrunched up her nose before obediently downing the potion.

"It will take a couple of minutes for it to be effective,' he offered, gazing down at her.

He hadn't realized how close he was standing until she reached out and started toying with the buttons on his vest, causing him to freeze.

"I've always liked those buttons," she said softly, almost dreamily. "I'm so glad you survived."

Her eyes shortly roamed to his neck before returning to his buttons. He didn't dare to move.

"I can't imagine life without you."

Snape stilled completely and let out a controlled breath.

"Miss Granger, you are drunk."

She stayed silent.

"You would not be saying this if you were sober."

Hermione looked pensive. "No, I would most probably lose my nerve. But I would keep thinking it." She cocked her head and smiled wistfully. "And dreaming it."

Snape's eyes widened. A glimmer of hope rose in his chest but he tried his best to squash it.

"What do you mean?"

His voice was hushed. He looked at her intently, awaiting her answer, but at that moment the potion kicked in. Hermione's eyes grew wide and she started blushing furiously.

"Oh Merlin," she muttered. "Uhm, I think the potion worked sir. I should get going. Thank you professor."

She tried to scoot off the table but he stopped her, putting his hands on the table on either side of her legs and leaning in.

"What did you mean?" he repeated.

She looked around, trying to find a way to escape but not finding any.

"Sir, please, I was drunk," she said, her blush growing even more pronounced.

"Miss Granger,' he continued, his voice low and on the verge of threatening. "You can simply tell me now or I will give you detention until you do."

Her head shot up. "You can't do that!" she exclaimed.

He smirked. "You may be allowed to go about when and where you want but walking around Hogwarts drunk is still reason enough for detention."

She looked down and started fidgeting. He waited, drumming his fingers on the wood of his desk. When she finally answered her voice was so soft he almost missed it.

"I dream of you fucking me on this desk."

For a second time that night he froze, completely stunned. Hope and lust flared high. Had she really said that? This beautiful young woman whom he had watched with interest ever since the Yule Ball? Who's determination and loyalty had given him hope for the Potter boy and in extension his future? Who turned that foolish Gryffindor courage into something to reckon with?

She was one of the few who seemed truly happy that he'd survived Nagini's attack. When he was confined to that wretched hospital room she was the only one to frequently visit him. She had gotten the house elves to fetch some books from his private quarters so he had something to do. At times she updated him on what was happening in the wizarding world.

Somewhere along the line he had fallen in love with her beauty, her knowledge and her wit. But he never acted on it, knowing it would never happen and that she deserved better. And now she was sitting on his desk, telling him she dreamt about him.

He wanted to act on it so badly. She wasn't the only one who had dreamt about this. But no, it would not be proper, he had to take a step back.

She bit her lip at his long silence. A nervous habit that always made him want to kiss her. His resolve crumbled. He leaned in closer until his lips were right next to her ear.

"Miss Granger," he whispered huskily. "Are you telling me you want me to fuck you, right here, right now, on this desk?"

She gasped and her hand once more flew up to his chest.

"Yes," she breathed after a few seconds of stunned silence.

He hummed and kissed her right under her ear. He revelled in the surprised 'Oh' that escaped her lips, in the shiver that he noticed running down her spine, in the slight tilt of her head that gave him better access and in how her hand clenched around the fabric of his jacket.

He kissed and nibbled his way down her neck and back up again. He followed her jawline until he reached her lips. Moving slightly back he looked her in the eye. Thinking this was too good to be true he wanted to give her the chance to back down.

He swallowed at how beautiful she looked. Her hazel eyes had darkened to something resembling mahogany, her cheeks were flustered and her lips slightly parted. Her tongue darted out to wet them.

Cupping her face in his hands he gently pressed his lips on hers. Hermione answered with passion, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her hands in his hair. The kiss grew heated. He stepped closer and pulled her against him. He managed to supress a groan as she wrapped her legs around him. Before he fully realised what he was doing he was pulling her sweater and shirt over her head.

"Slow down!" he berated himself.

Burying one hand in her wild, soft curls, he pulled her closer for another kiss. His other hand slid down her arm and back up her waist until he cupped one of her breasts. A small moan escaped her as his thumb caressed her already hardened nipple. Her head fell back with another moan as he pinched it.

Quickly he undid the clasp of her bra and let it slide off before he bend down to kiss and nip at her breasts. She arched her back as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, her hands on his head holding him in place, her legs tightening and pulling him closer.

He bunched up her skirt and let a hand slip between them, underneath her panties. She cried out as he rubbed her clit, her hands were clawing at his back. He let a finger slide inside her.

"So wet," he mumbled.

"For you," she whispered.

He looked at her in surprise before kissing her passionately. A hand slid down his chest and belly before it reached his crotch, palming his wood through his trousers. A groan escaped his lips.

"Severus, please, …" she breathed.

The sound of his name from her lips made him shiver. With one swift movement he tore loose her panties. As he fumbled with his trousers she looked him in the eye and lowered herself down until she was lying on his desk. She gripped the edge above her head, making her breasts perk up.

He gulped at the sight of her, half naked on his desk and felt himself harden even more. He kissed and licked his way up from her belly button, making sure to lavish both breasts before kissing her and slowly sliding inside her.

She arched up and moaned as he did. He held still. Her slick heat felt divine around his cock, better than he had ever imagined. He set a languid pace, enjoying the feel of her, his hands roaming her body. He loved the way her body responded to his touch, the incoherent sounds she made every time he buried himself inside her.

"Please," she whispered. "Please, faster, harder."

He complied. Standing upright he grabbed her hips, withdrew, and forcefully plunged back inside.

"Yes!" she cried out.

He set an unrelenting pace. She squirmed with every powerful thrust, her breath growing erratic and her exclamations growing louder. He could feel he was nearing his climax but restrained himself.

He reached out to caress her breasts. As he tweaked her nipple she fell apart, crying out his name. The feeling of her body spasming around his cock drew him over the edge as well and with a muffled cry he spilled his seed inside her.

For a moment the only sound in the classroom was that of heavy breathing as they both came down from their high and tried to catch their breath. After a minute Severus pulled back. As he tidied up his clothing he looked down upon the woman he had just ravished. With her eyes still closed, and with an utterly satisfied look on her face, Hermione stretched.

His breath hitched at the sensual movements she made. The twitch it caused in his crotch surprised him. Suddenly realisation hit. What had he done? He had given in to his lusts and had slept with a student half his age! That was inexcusable! Especially given the fact how he felt about this particular witch. He had used her and loathed himself because of it.

Hermione opened her beautiful, hazel eyes and smiled up at him.

"Put on your clothes Miss Granger."

He sounded harsher than he had intended. A hurt look flitted across her face before it turned neutral. She sat up and started putting her clothes back on. She smiled ruefully at her torn panties before vanishing them with a whisk of her wand.

As she hopped of his desk she wobbled unsteadily. Severus stepped in and grabbed her arm to steady her. She gave him a small smile as thanks but didn't say a word. For some time they simply looked at each other. Gently he swiped some hairs out of her face.

"No more drinking with Mr Finnigan," he offered. "He doesn't deserve you."

Her smile grew wider. Tentatively she reached out to put her hand against his chest. She tugged at a couple of buttons before suddenly turning and walking out of the classroom.

Severus watched her go, feeling slightly dazed and confused. No matter how wrong and improper it was, he couldn't regret what had happened between them.

For now this story is complete. Although, if my mind decides to create some more drabbles that would fit right in I'll most probably add them to the story.

Hope you enjoyed it!