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

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

Chapter 3: Flashback – The Second Encounter

It had been three weeks since that wonderful night on Snape's desk. Hermione started to think it hadn't meant as much to him as she had thought, nor as much as it had meant for her. Had he really had enough with a one-time shag? She knew that she at least wanted more.

She hadn't noticed anything different about him after their encounter. Absolutely no change in behaviour. No sideway glances, not even when they crossed each other in the hallway and they were alone. It was absolutely frustrating.

But she kept thinking about the way he had brushed her hair out of her face and his last remark. Certainly that must mean something other than 'thanks for the shag'? She really, really hoped it did. So much even she was willing to bet that his indifferent behaviour was a result of his years as spy and thus only seemed indifferent.

When the school bell rang the end of the final period she abruptly pulled herself out of her musing. She had finished the potion well before the appointed deadline and had spent the rest of the class being distracted by his formidable presence in the front room and trying to decide how to proceed. She had decided to tackle the problem head-on. She was a Gryffindor after all.

Stalling she slowly filled her vial with potion and then took her time to orderly put her things back in her backpack.

"Are you coming Hermione?" Padma called out to her.

She smiled up at her friend. "Never mind me Padma," she answered, "I have some questions about the influence of ashwinder eggs in this potions and you know me when I get started…"

She let her sentence trail to let the insinuation sink in. As predicted Padma grimaced and shook her head.

"Yeah, I know you. Try not to forget about diner," she mocked her friend.

Smiling Hermione watched Padma leave. The door closed behind her. Breathing in to steady herself she turned to the front of the room to confront Snape. Once she was at his desk however she lost her nerve. She stared down at it.

"Well Miss Granger," Snape drawled standing on the other side of the desk, "I thought you had questions to ask?"

Hermione's head snapped up, a sly grin on her face.

"Don't tell me you of all people fell for that professor," she teased. 'That's hardly Slytherin of you."

He looked her coldly in the eye, making her look down in doubt once more.

"Then what, may I ask, is the reason you are still in my classroom?"

Unsure what to say she started tracing lines on the wood. From underneath her eyelashes she could see him following the movement of her fingers. He swallowed and shifted his weight. She drew courage from this small display of discomfort.

"Well," she answered in a tone she hoped was sultry, "it seems I can't stop thinking about our … escapade."

She kept tracing the wood, he kept following her fingers. She looked up to him.

"You see, I want you."

She lightly bit her lip and cocked her head. He didn't answer, showed no surprise, his face remained perfectly neutral. His eyes however had changed. She caught a glimpse of the passionate Snape she had seen three weeks ago. The fact that he hadn't thrown her out yet, or told her she was being a silly schoolgirl, was promising as well.

Once more gathering her Gryffindor courage she walked around the desk and stood in front of him. He had turned slightly to face her. She reached up and started playing with the buttons of his coat, like she had done that night.

"I want you," she repeated, glancing meaningfully at the desk. He didn't respond.

"In any way possible," she added softly. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't you think we would enjoy ourselves?"

She reached up and lightly pressed her lips against his. He didn't move, didn't respond in the slightest. Embarrassed Hermione hastily retreated. She could feel herself turning beet red.

"My apologies professor," she managed to say, "It seems I have misinterpreted the situation."

Unwilling to look him in the eye she kept her gaze on the floor and turned to leave. Only the rustle of robes warned her before she was roughly turned back around and his lips descended on hers. After a moment of shock she happily answered his passionate kiss.

"By Merlin Granger," Snape ground out, "I have avoided you, I have not encouraged you in any way. Why didn't you stay away?"

"Sir?" she answered, utterly confused.

"This is wrong Granger. I'm you teacher, this is against every rule of proper conduct!"

She smiled innocently. "Breaking rules can be loads of fun sir. I can know, as you know I've broken plenty."

He only grunted and kissed her again. She laughed against his mouth. He planted his hands on her butt and pulled her closer. She could feel his arousal through his pants and moaned in approval.

With a flick of his wand Snape locked, soundproofed and warded the door of the classroom. He then proceeded to remove her sweater and unbutton her shirt. She too started working on the buttons of his jacket but before she could finish he turned her around and pulled flush against his chest.

He brushed her hair over one shoulder and started licking and kissing her neck. Sighing she tilted her head, giving him free access. His hands pulled the cups of her bra down and started playing with her breasts. Hermione moaned and leaned against him, slightly rubbing herself against him. She was rewarded with a groan.

A hand slid down her stomach, under the waistband of her skirt and under her panties. She muffled a cry as he lightly rubbed her clit.

"You can cry out all you want Granger," he whispered in her ear, "nobody will hear you."

This turned her on even more and she mewled as his finger slipped inside her.

"Oh Merlin," she breathed.

"Bend over Granger," he purred in her ear.

It took her scrambled mind a moment to grasp the meaning of his words. A light pressure between her shoulder blades made her brace herself against the blackboard. She could hear the sound of a belt and zipper behind her and trembled in anticipation.

A mighty cry escaped her lips as he plunged deep inside her with one brutal trust. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust, before he started to fuck her in earnest.

"Oh gods, oh gods, yes, oh, yes," she moaned, meeting each of his thrusts with a movement of her own.

She felt his hand grasp her hair and pull her head back, ending her moans in a surprised gasp. His hold on her hip was bruising but she didn't care. He was hitting all the right spots inside her and she felt her orgasm was fast approaching.

"I'm gonna…" She couldn't finish her sentence as her world exploded around her in a most exquisite way. He groaned as he spilled his seed inside her. Her legs trembled and she felt week in the knees but he had already wrapped an arm around her to prevent her from falling.

He guided them both to the floor, panting. She ended up leaning against him, his arm still wrapped around her. He nuzzled her neck.

"Gods Granger," he said, still breathing hard, "you are irresistible."

She grinned at the compliment. "Hmm, so are you."

With difficulty she got back up to her feet. He made a protesting sound but followed. She smiled at him.

"There's diner to consider," she said, "and even I can't have such an unending supply of questions. Besides, they will expect you to get fed up with me and throw me out."

"Hmm," he answered, kissing her softly and helping her to button up her shirt, "shall we give them a good show then, just in case?"

She grinned in response.

Five minutes later she was practically fleeing the classroom, followed by the sound of Snape's voice telling her how he was no library and she had better not waste his time anymore. She hastily swept out of the dungeons, her eyes firmly on the ground. Other students would think it was to hide her embarrassment while in truth it was to hide the huge grin she simply could not supress.