Snape's moist tongue greeted Hermione's earnestly, slipping between her lips with ease. He heard a slight moan vibrate through her throat causing his efforts in undressing her to double in intensity. He placed a warm hand at the back of her head to deepen the kiss as the other found the bottom of her white oxford shirt.

"Mmm…" Hermione smiled against Snape's mouth as he began to unbutton her shirt with his free hand.

His fingers tightened around a clump of her golden honey curls, tugging slightly. Hermione traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue. He freed her perky breasts from the thin fabric and Hermione shrugged it off effortlessly, never breaking contact from Snape's generous lips. He nipped playfully at her bottom lip as she undid her bra and tossed it behind his desk. Snape pulled away to glimpse at her bare torso and his breath caught in his throat. Such an exquisite specimen. He could feel a bulge quickly filling his black slacks and bit his lip in anticipation.

"Severus…" Hermione breathed in his ear, her lips brushing against his skin teasingly. "I'm yours tonight."

He looked up into her sparkling eyes and all his hesitancy disappeared in a single second. Snape pulled her roughly into him and ripped her skirt from her tight body, panties and all. His large, rock hard cock pressing desperately against her bare thigh through his clothes. His hands reached around and cupped her smooth ass tentatively at first, but soon his fingers were digging into her skin hungrily. He lifted her off the ground and sat her down upon his desk, tearing her legs apart with no regard of her jagged breaths and frightened expression.

Snape undid his pants quickly, exposing his pulsing penis.

"Severus," Hermione murmured. "Wait a moment."

His head snapped up, raw emotion plastered across his face. He dived at her swiftly, grabbing her by the back of her head violently. He snatched her head back by her hair and spat in her ear,

"You're mine." He smirked devilishly. "Remember?"

His tongue licked the side of her flushed cheek, traced her jaw until it reached her open mouth. He shoved in his tongue and explored her mouth as he guided his cock with his other hand to her tight entrance. Hermione could feel his head push against her, Snape was savoring the moment.

"You're so wet for me, doll." He whispered, letting go of his tight grip on her hair.

His fingers trailed over her neck and over her breasts to her thigh, finding their way to her other lips. He suddenly shoved two fingers in, deep. A gasp escaped Hermione and she shut her eyes against the shock. Snape massaged her insides roughly, loving hearing her breathing increase.

"Oh God." She choked out, grabbing his wrist tightly.

He thought she was going to attempt to pull him away, but instead she pushed his hand harder against her. He grinned an irresistible smile and Hermione laughed. She kissed him sweetly and Snape traded his fingers for his impatient penis.

"Do it." She pleaded, but he hesitated, teasing her.

"What?"

"Do it!" she clutched his shoulder.

"Really?" he smirked.

"Severus, I want you inside me!" she shouted.

He penetrated her threshold and she squealed in delight as he moaned with pleasure.

"Hermione!"

His yelp awoke him from his sweaty dream. He sat up quickly and was staring at his bedroom. What the hell? It was a quarter to four in the morning, the morning after Valentine's Day. What the dragon bogies was that? Snape put a trembling hand to his forehead, his temperature was unusually high. Was I dreaming about… The Granger girl? He shuddered, disgusted with himself. That just… That can't be so. He shook his head, his dark locks falling into his pale face. Where on earth would such a vision come from? He steadied his breathing and laid back down into the sheets. How strange…

• Ƨ ˣ S •

Hermione walked to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a confident smile spread across her face. Ron and she shared this class in common and she could not wait to see how her plan would play out. She was one of the first to get there, of course, and she took her seat, second desk from the front. She placed her things on the floor beside her and pulled out her text book. When she sat upright she realized Professor Snape had been watching her intently. He noticed she had caught him staring and immediately flicked his billowing robe behind him and sauntered to the classroom door to nag kids bustling through the hallway.

"Get to class!" he stated sternly to passersby. "Ten points from Ravenclaw!"

Hermione heard a student respond: "I'm in Hufflepuff," And she snickered quietly.

"Then twenty points from Hufflepuff!" Snape quickly replied. "That's for giving me cheek."

Whoever they were went off in a huff, their friends giving them a hard time for losing double the points.

When it was time for class to start, Snape closed the door in annoyance and went up to the front of the classroom. Hermione looked around for Ron, but he was absent. She caught Harry's eye and mouthed, "Ron?"

Harry shook his head at her and went back to staring down at his parchment.

"Ms. Granger," Professor Snape interrupted Hermione's thoughts. "Is there something so dire that Mr. Potter and you must discuss it within my classroom on my precious time?"

"No sir." Her eyes fell, embarrassed and awaiting the number of points she would lose for Gryffindor.

"Very well then," he stepped away without another word or a nasty glare.

Hermione was surprised by the lack of punishment, but didn't dwell on it too much seeing as her best friend was missing the day after she slipped him infectious chocolates.

"Today's lesson will begin our two week study of Dementors, their origin, makeup, and purpose." Professor Snape began, fighting the urge to pull Hermione aside and have a talk with her.

He had this ridiculous suspicion that Hermione had charmed him into having that dream last night. But, thought better of confronting her about it. She's a model student,. He admitted to himself. She would never… However, one of her blasted friends would have done it as a nasty joke. His dark eyes scanned the classroom for Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, but the redheaded boy was nowhere in sight.

"Potter," Professor Snape spat, causing Harry to jump slightly. "Where's your dim-looking friend today?"

"Uhh…" Harry glanced about nervously. "You mean Ron?"

"Yes, yes. Mr. Weasley. Why is he not attending my lesson at this moment?"

"Well, he…" Harry looked as if he were searching for a quick lie. "He's not feeling very well."

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that her plan may have hurt Ron, she bit her lower lip with unease.

"I see," Professor Snape slowly approached Harry's desk. "And, I assume he's in the Hospital Wing seeing as that would be the only decent reason for skipping class. He better be on his deathbed, Potter."

"Well, not exactly…"

"See me after class."

"But sir—"

"Am I sensing a tone in your voice?"

"No sir."

"Good. Now, that's five points from Gryffindor for disrupting class." Snape returned to his perch at the front of the class.

Harry rolled his eyes at his professor's insulting behavior but kept his mouth shut. Hermione came to the conclusion that she would visit Ron as soon as class concluded.

"Granger,"

Snape's sudden barking voice calling her name shocked her into attention.

"Yes, sir?"

"See me after class as well."

"But, why?"

"Don't ask questions." He responded coldly.

Hermione sighed deeply and slouched in her chair. Snape didn't understand it, but her sigh brought his dream from the night before into the forefront of his mind and he suddenly felt attracted to the girl. He pressed his lips firmly together, trying to get a hold of himself. She's a child, for heaven's sake! He began class by having them all turn to the beginning of a chapter in their books and fought desperately with himself to stop glancing over at Hermione as she read quietly.

I'm going to hell.