A/N: Lemons! Hope you like the new version. I think this is way more up to what Severus would do during angry/irritated sex.
Disclaimer: All characters that are from the Harry Potter series, along with locations & other things recognizable to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling.

Chapter 3

"You are acting like a child, Hermione," Severus snapped as he finished packing his bags. It had been about five hours since the blow up with Ron. They had hardly spoken more then two words to each other. Now it seemed Severus couldn't take her moody attitude anymore.

"Do not tell me I'm acting like a child!" Hermione fought the urge to throw her hairbrush at him. "It's not my fault that one of my friends doesn't like you and you can't tell me what I can and can not do. You are no longer my professor, Severus."

"I could give two shits about Mister Weasley. However, I will not have him in our house bashing my witch or me! Quite frankly, Granger, I find you wanting to stay friends to be childish and a slap in the face to me," He walked to the door and threw his bag down the stairs, not caring if he hit anything or scared the cat. "I will not stand for that. Ever, so don't expect me to change my mind."

"I've been friends with him for almost eight years, you can't expect me to just drop that. That would be like me telling you, you can't be friends with Lucious, because I find him to be a vile disgusting person!"

"Those are two different things, Granger. First of all, I was never friends with him, and secondly, you wouldn't even be friends with that prat if he hadn't been friends with Harry."

"If you two aren't friends then do explain to me why you are Draco's godfather?"

"Oh, so I should have said no and had eyebrows raising? I was a double agent damn it. I had to do what needed to be done to survive! Don't question my past, little girl, you will not enjoy the repercussions."

"You are such a hard headed ass, do you realize that?"

"And do you realize that this is exactly what that wanker was hoping would happen between us?" Severus asked, referring to Ron. "Honestly how many times have we fought since living here?"

"Hmm, where do I begin?" Hermione said snidely. "Well there was that time when I tried to change your bandages and you slapped my hands away. The time you almost lost your balance and screamed at me to leave you alone when I went to help you. Oh and my favorite, you calling me a frivolous child for swimming in the ocean. Do you want me to continue, Professor?"

Severus slammed the door shut before turning to her and grabbing her by the shoulders. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Professor in that tone? I will not be spoken to with such disdain tinting your voice, Granger. Don't make me tell you again," He turned back for the door. He was tired of arguing because of Ron and needed to escape to the sitting room and possibly a glass or two of Firewhiskey.

"Or what, Professor?"

He let out a growl, pushed Hermione's bag to the floor and pushed her onto the bed, his body holding her in place. "Do not. Do that. Again. Or you will be sorry."

"How many times have you said that to me, Professor. Seems you are all bark and no bite," She said with a smirk as she watched him pull away.

"Damn you, witch!" With that Severus grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying every which way, then his hands where at her jeans. He had them undone in seconds, pulled down and thrown across the room. He ignored her gasps of surprised. He couldn't hold back anymore, if she were going to call him professor then he'd make her say it with pleasure.

He quickly rose up to take care of his jeans and t-shirt, but instead of pinning her against the bed again, he pulled her into his arms. The forcefulness of his kiss shocked her, yet turned her on at the same time. Before she knew it her back was against the door, one hand tangled in her hair, the other grabbing her butt. "Wrap your legs around me," he said as he trailed his lips from hers down to her neck, finding the spot on her neck just behind her ear that practically made her eyes roll to the back of her head in pure pleasure. "Now, damn you!" He said before nipping at her neck.

Hermione let out a moan of pleasure as Severus continued to nip and kiss at her neck. She never thought she would be, or could be so turned on by how forceful he was. She knew he was that way in the classroom, but he had yet to show this side of himself to her. He always just storms out to his dam…Oh sweet Merlin. Her thoughts broke off as he teased her sensitive, wet entrance. Sending shivers of pleasure and shock to run up her spine. The trail of kisses from her neck to her full breast didn't help her much either. Her fingers flexed against his shoulders, causing her nails to bite into his flesh every time a shiver went from one of her nipples that he was busy licking and sucking on, to shoot up her spine and down towards her pussy. "Severus. Please."

He rocked his hips again, making his cock grind against her wet pussy, teasing them both. The feel of her nails and the moans that she let loose where working on his control. He knew that if he didn't take her soon, that when he did, he may very well shock her and scare her off. "You'll call me Professor, witch." He said as he moved back to her neck. She tasted so go there. She was better then any whiskey he had ever had. "You'll never be able to refer to me as Professor with out thinking of my hard cock deep in your pussy, fucking you," he said as he finally gave her what she wanted.

Her nails dug into his flesh as he thrust every inch of himself into her. Her throaty moan of shock and pleasure had him pulling all the way out to do it again. His fingers gripped her hips hard enough that his short nails bit into her hips and would leave bruises on her flesh. The pain-pleasure mix was not something Hermione thought would ever turn her one, but with Severus she knew she wouldn't want it any other way.

Soon the bedroom was filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together, with Severus saying her name like it was a curse every time she let out a moan of pure please. Begging him not to stop, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her nails scratching along his back as he went from long hard strokes, to shorter, deeper strokes.

"Oh yes, Professor." She moaned as she felt him still her hips, and started to thrust deeper. She felt herself growing tighter as she got closer and closer to climaxing.

"Oh Gods, Hermione." Severus moaned as he felt her getting wetter with each thrust. He knew he needed to get them to the bed or he'd end up falling to the floor with her in his arms, but stopping to move across the room just wasn't an option at that point.

"Don't. Don't stop, please Professor." She objected as he held her close, stilling her movements to move his arms to switch her into a new position.

"Hermione, undo your legs from my waist." He said as he tried to get his arms between them. He wanted her to rest them on the crooks of his elbows. "Witch, do it now!" he demanded.

As she did what he demanded, she felt him go even deeper. "Oh, Professor!" She let out a moan that bordered on a scream, causing him to grow harder, if that was even possible. He couldn't remember ever being this hard. Each thrust of his hips brought them closer and closer to the edge.

As Severus felt her hips thrusting with his, he thought he'd lose it right then and there, but he did all he could to hold back. He wanted her to find her release first. Then he saw and felt her slide her right hand down his chest slowly, until it stopped where their bodies met. He thought he had died and gone to heaven when he watched her start to play with her clit. Her moans grew louder and louder. "God, you are such a naughty witch," he said and pinned her harder against the door, making it impossible for her to move. He rutted against her harder and harder as he felt her pussy grow tighter around his cock.

Before he knew it Hermione was screaming his name as her orgasm hit her hard, causing his own. He buried his face at her neck, saying her name once and then bit her neck in such a way that Hermione could have gone another round with him.

"I guess you aren't all bark, are you Professor?" She said teasingly before nipping at his shoulder. He let her legs go and held her tight against him until she got control of her weak legs. Together they walked to the bed and collapsed onto it. His arms pulling her close as her head rested against his chest, listening to his heart beat. "I love you, Severus. I'm sorry about yelling at you and almost throwing my hair brush at you."

She grinned as he chuckled. "Know this, Hermione. You throw your hair brush, or anything at me, you'll be spanked." With that he place a light swat on her butt.

With out realizing she said it aloud, Hermione mused, "Promises, promises."

"Not a promise, Miss Granger. A guarantee." He said before placing a kiss atop her head, and pulling the blankets over them. He couldn't think of a better way to end an argument, and looked forward to more that ended this way. As he felt her start to slip into sleep he quietly whispered in her ear. "I love you with all I have to give."