It was supposed to be a one-shot... And yet, here it is: chapter two. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope that you'll like it as well!

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Nothing would have prepared Hermione Granger to this. During many years, she had lived a life exempt of temptations, physical ones to be more specific. She had been a teenager eager to know everything about the world, eager of knowledge of any sort. Thinking about it, she had lived much more than she had thought of in the first place. To meet Harry Potter had changed her live, and, furthermore, had changed her vision of what life was. Life had became a roller-coaster to her eyes, a big and frightening ride that she had witnessed, her eyes wide open as if she was scared to miss a single part of it.

Oh, Hermione Granger wasn't this kind of teenager who wanted to live a lot of adventures, far from it. But since she had been forced to, she had tried to take some pleasure from it; being so close to danger had helped her to like it, in a way.

Nevertheless, being close to danger of any kind and loving it was something; having to resist to temptation was another. She had tried during months to resist to Severus Snape, thinking that he wasn't interested by her. She had almost succeeded, without false modesty, and then... Then he had claimed her, in the most beautiful and erotic way. His hands on her body, his breath against her naked neck, his lips sealed to hers... She remembered every moment, every single second that they had spent together in this bathroom.

The hours that she had spent into his embrace were unforgettable, and when she was laying on her bed, she just had to close her eyes to remember them.

The moaning person. This simple memory elicited a smile from her, and she shook her hand in order to focus on what she was doing. This potion wasn't the most difficult one, but it wasn't easy either. Professor Snape had insisted for her to give it a try, right after Christmas, and she had reluctantly agreed. Who was she to say no to this man full of surprise?

After their unexpected encounter in the professors' bathroom, Severus Snape had tried to ignore her. The first day had been hard to live, since she had been almost the only Gryffondor who had stayed in the castle. Fate had seemed to be against her; at every corridor, whether she was heading to the Great Hall or an empty classroom to find some peace in order to work, she saw him, his heavy cloak swinging on his back. During these encounters, he just stared at her, gave her a curt nod not to be rude, and it was it. Cold, cold Severus Snape was back, and he seemed to be harder to please than ever.

Christmas had been almost a relief, since all the students had been reunited for a memorable feast. Hermione had taken some time to send a letter to her parents, begging for their forgiveness for not being here for such an important moment. It wasn't her fault, she had written, if she had missed the Hogwarts Express: she had had an urgent appointment with one of her professors that she hadn't been able to postpone. The truth was more embarrassing, but it had been enough for Mr. and Mrs. Granger, fortunately.

And now, three days after Christmas, she was alone in a classroom, gazing from time to time at her cauldron, waiting for her potion to show any sign of success. She had spent three hours in front of it, reading over and over the instructions of Advanced Potions for Apprentices, but the potion didn't seem to want to turn blue, or a colour close to it; instead, it still was pink, and Hermione sighed for the umpteenth time of the day. Why had she said to Severus Snape that the potion would be ready for today? He was supposed to meet her in two hours in this same classroom, as he had made himself clear when she had insisted to talk to him about her desire to become his Apprentice... again.

"If you are not capable of preparing this potion for Friday, seven o'clock, I am not sure that this career is made for you," he had whispered next to her ear before leaving her. His silky voice had made her shiver, as always, and she had had to fight the need to follow him and to kiss him with the same fervour than several nights prior.

Hermione read the instructions again, wondering what she had done wrong. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal, but yet... nothing was working the way it should have.

An hour passed, then another. When the hour hand of the clock caressed the number seven, the young woman bit her lower lip. Hermione couldn't say if it was from nervousness or from excitement of knowing that she was about to be alone with Severus Snape once again, but she did. Her back was turning to the door, and when it opened, she initiated a movement to see who was here... even if she perfectly knew whom it was.

"Do not move," a voice said in her back, giving her shiver in every part of her body. Hermione swallowed hard, hoping that it would be enough to not have a weird voice when she would talk to Severus Snape. She heard him close the door in her back, and a second later, she saw a piece of his black robe next to her. She tried to focus on her cauldron, and noticed that, surprisingly, the potion was about to turn blue. Not a deep blue as it was supposed to be, but a pale blue, enough to give her some hope about the success of what she had done.

"Pale blue," Severus Snape drawled, "Is it not supposed to be... darker?"

"It is," Hermione simply answered.

"And why is it not the case?"

When he just had a silence as an answer, the Potions Master sighed and took the ladle into his slender fingers, stirring the liquid in an expert way. Then, he moved to the ingredients table, and Hermione had the occasion to see his pale face, framed by his long and dark hair. If his eyes were dark, his hair was even darker, like the plumage of a crow; an imposing one, for sure.

Severus Snape took several ingredients in his hand, not forgetting to add a handful of moonstone powder, and put them into the cauldron.

"You're going to ruin it," Hermione said without even thinking of it, eliciting a movement of surprise from her professor.

"Excuse me?"

"You're going to ruin it," she said again. "I've already put twice this amount of moonstone powder, and it didn't help."

"Who is the Professor here?," Severus asked in this voice full of confidence that he already used with his students.

Hermione looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze for the first time of the day.

"You are."

Severus nodded in answer, and returned his attention to the potion, not expecting her to talk further.

"But I remember that you wanted to be more than my professor last week," she continued, her eyes still on him, waiting for a reaction from his part.

She didn't have to wait long. Severus put the last ingredient into the cauldron, and, slowly, he looked up at the young woman who was still sitting on her stool, a few feet from him. For the first time of the evening, he deciphered her, taking his time to notice that she had a red dress on, and not her usual black witch dress. Her hair was falling freely onto her shoulders, and some curls were long enough to caress her nipples through the fabric of her red dress. Even if she was sitting, he could also see her black thighs, protecting her soft legs from his sight.

"It was a mistake," he eventually said, but his eyes were stuck on her lips, her lips full of red lipstick. The only thing that he wanted was to close the gap between their two bodies and to erase this shocking lipstick with his own lips, to make her get up and to press her small frame against the closest wall, urging her to open her legs for him. All that he wanted was to replace these curls, these annoying curls that were touching her nipples when he was supposed to be the one to do such a thing; the only one. So why did he say that it was a mistake? No, the mistake was to not take her right away, in this classroom, to not give her what she obviously wanted as much as he did.

Severus had seen Hermione's eyes full of desire, the way that she bit her lower lip whenever he was closed to her; he had heard the little sighs of deception or frustration -or was it both?-, that she used to make when he didn't dare to look back at her in a corridor. But he couldn't help but thinking about their relation, this professor-student one, the only thing that forbid him to bury his hard -so hard that it was almost painful- cock into her hot and warm cavity.

"Why was it a mistake?," Hermione's soft and calm voice took him out of his thoughts.

"You are my student," Severus said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"It didn't seem to be a problem to you back then. On the contrary," she added in almost a purr, "I've got the impression that you really liked it."

"I have to admit that it was quite a pleasurable moment."

Severus' voice was just a whisper, as if he couldn't even talk properly in front of her. This woman was dangerous, he knew it. During years, he had only saw her as a prude student, but right now... She was so much more than that; she was attractive, sexy almost. Her almond eyes, with their chestnut colour, were begging him to take her, to give her this pleasure that he had given her before. Both of them had taken so much pleasure from this little pool session, Severus couldn't deny it. Her inner walls clenched around his thick shaft had been enough to make him forget who he was and what he was doing; her tongue licking his ear had driven him crazy, and he had became even crazier when she had encircled his cock with her small fingers. This simple movement had been enough to trigger one of the most powerful orgasms that he had had during this night of pure lust.

"And what prevents us from doing it again?," Hermione asked, her eyes wandering from his face to this part of his anatomy which was hidden under his robe. For now.

"I just said it."

She shook her head. "It's not a good excuse to my eyes, Professor. The only valid excuse is if you don't want me any longer."

Slowly, she got up from her stool and walked toward him. Severus knew that if he didn't want to make something with her, he needed to go away; he needed to push her and to leave, right now. But he didn't move when she put her hand behind his neck to pull his face to hers, and he didn't step back when her lips caressed his, in a slow and highly erotic movement. Severus didn't move either when she took his hand which was on the ladle to put it on her nipples, urging him to caress this sign of her femininity over the fabric of her red dress.

"Don't you want me any longer?," Hermione muttered against his mouth, noticing that her red lipstick was now all over Severus' lips.

"Shut up and let me fuck you."

Hermione had to refrain a smile when Severus push her toward the closest wall, and she let out a moan when her back met the cold stones of the wall. But this sensation multiplied her need of him, her need of his body next to her. Severus didn't wait any longer; in a quick movement, he helped her to get rid of her tights, not paying attention not to tear them.

"Are we in a hurry?," Hermione said with a laugh in her voice.

"Oh, yes we are. I cannot wait to thrust into you, you have no idea how," he whispered against her ear, biting her lobe right after saying these lustful words.

Severus didn't really want to see her naked; he had already had this occasion in this pool, where he had explored every fragment of her body. He had felt the weight of her breast, he had noticed how flat her stomach was, he had seen how graceful her legs were. He had seen everything about her, but now, he just wanted to feel.

"No foreplay," he told her, letting his fingers playing with her dripping knickers. When she nodded erratically, Severus knew that she wanted him as much as he did. "What do you want, Miss Granger?"

Hermione breathed heavily through her mouth while Severus was lifting his own robe, trying to freed his pulsing cock.

"I want you to take me," she whispered, feeling as if she was at the edge of a mountain, ready to fall down if he didn't give her what she needed.

"Mmh, I am sure that you can do better than this, Miss," Severus smirked, caressing her clitoris with the tip of his hard shaft. "Tell me what you really want."

Hermione looked at him, searching for an answer into his obsidian eyes. The look full of lust that he gave her helped her to understand what he truly wanted to her. Then, she gathered all her courage, and she rub herself at him.

"I want you to fuck me, Professor. I want to feel your cock pulsing into me, now."

With a roar, Severus pushed his throbbing member into her dripping core and moved into her at a hard pace, making her moan. Their kisses were erratic, as if both of them wanted to eat each other's mouth, in unison. The potion cauldron next to them was boiling, and the classroom was hotter than ever. Hermione continued to breathe through her mouth, her eyes closed, overwhelmed by the pleasure that Severus was giving to her.

"It is almost better than the first time...," Severus managed to say between two pushes into Hermione's warm entrance, taking care to hit her clitoris at every thrust.

"Take me harder," Hermione whispered, lost into the sensation of pure bliss she was in. It was all that she wanted: to feel Severus Snape, her forbidden fruit, between her legs, thrusting his hard cock into her, helping her to reach this amazing place where everything is forgotten, where all that counts is the pleasure that both of them share.

"I'm almost there, I'm almost there," she moaned, searching for his lips, wanting to seal their union with one last kiss.

"Let yourself go, Hermione... Come for me..."

He didn't have to say it twice; a second later, Hermione's orgasm overwhelmed her, and she shouted her pleasure in a cry of ecstasy. Severus followed her seconds later, erupting into her pussy in a roar, coating her inner walls with his thick seed.

Their two bodies were spent. Hermione was the one to catch her breath first, and she casted a non-verbal cleaning spell on the both of them when Severus removed himself from her welcoming cavity. He kissed her one last time, and helped her to put her thighs back on afterwards.

"Well, you've almost tricked me, Miss," Severus then said with a smirk, returning his attention to Hermione's potion. She raised a surprise eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm sorry?"

"Was it this demonstration of your... competences, supposed to make me forget that you totally failed your potion?"

Hermione shook her head, a smile on her lips. "Not at all, Professor. But well, if it worked, I will not complain."

Severus looked at her intensely before heading to the door. Once he was there, he turned to her.

"Planned or not, it worked. I will have the pleasure to work with you next year... my dear Apprentice."

With that said, he closed the door behind him, and Hermione couldn't hide a smile of joy; the upcoming year would be interesting, really interesting.

Ohhhh, Hermione. :D

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