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At exactly 7 pm Hermione walked down the stairs. She wore a plain simple pair of blue denim jeans and a purple top that clung to just below her shoulder the shirt dipping at the bust into a V shape.

Standing patiently at the foot of the stairs, waiting for the man she had agreed to go on a social visit to the pub with. She had no idea what she was thinking and was considering faking a bout of gastro to get out of it. But it was much less embarrassing to be seen out in public with him then having to explain to someone about the latter.

Footsteps coming out of the kitchen roused her from her thoughts. The man dressed in a set of smart casual black pants and a black collared shirt and some men's slip-on shoes strode out.

To her, he looked naked without the black robes billowing behind him, twisting and twirling like a plastic bag caught in an updraft, but to her, he looked just as sexy none the less.

Sexy, did she just think that? Mentally scolding herself for it.

"Let's head off" The man mumbled opening the front door and stepping out into the darkened street. Streetlights dotted the perimeter of the road. A few dogs could be heard barking in the distance, light shone from the living rooms of the houses they passed. The fresh summery air welcoming into her lungs.

The two walked in silence for the kilometer to the pub, a fair gap between them. Hermione was not game to start a conversation with the man, while not scared of him he did intimidate her a little.

The two reached their destination, a small pub in a brick building; he pulled the door open and held it for her while she entered. A few people littered the small room. Four or so at the bar and another six scattered around the tables.

"Go get a seat, " The potions master ordered the girl, searching out and seeking a table she chose one in the corner away from everyone.

Severus came back only moments later, a clear amber liquid in one glass in one hand and a white milky looking substance in another glass in his other hand.

Placing the white drink down gently in front of the girl he took his seat and placed his glass in front of himself.

Hermione picked the glass up and gave it a smell, she instantly knew what it was, coconut rum, Her favorite. How did the man know?. Perhaps just a lucky guess.

Taking a sip the liquid hit the pit of her stomach sending out a hot feeling throughout her body, taste buds dancing from delight. She looked up to the man who was staring into the distance; his eyebrow had a nervous twitch every so often. Surely the potions master, the most fearless man she had known was not nervous in an ex-students company?

Hermione decided to try to break the ice and the tension that was fast engulfing the two.

"Nice night" She took another sip from her glass.

"Quite."

Ok not exactly what she was hoping for, why did the man have to answer the question with a closed answer.

"Have you been here before?" The girl quipped.

"No."

Ok, try again.

"How long have you been teaching?"

"Too long," He snapped.

Why on earth did the man invite her here if he did not want to talk to her? She watched as he gulped down the contents of his glass and excused himself to the bathroom.

"What are you doing here, man. You cannot even talk to a girl half your own age, you have gotten weak, Severus," He talked to his reflection in the mirror, running his hand through his hair.

He exited the washroom and headed back to the bar, another drink for each of them in hand.

Sitting in silence again for another good five minutes Hermione thought she would try her luck to get him talking.

"Thanks for the drinks."

"Your welcome" He replied flatly.

"Do you not wish to talk to me tonight?"

"I am talking to you, Miss Granger"

Their conversations continued on like that for the night, a bit of mind-numbing conversation never hurt anyone, surely.

He could not help finding himself mentally undressing the girl, thinking what he would do to her. He would start with her shirt, tearing it from her body to expose her bare chest to him. His gaze would roam over her milky white breasts. He could feel himself going hard at just the thought.

He would nip at her neck, bite her and make her bleed just a little, he loved the taste of blood. He would lap it up on his warm pink tongue-his aphrodisiac. He would leave his mark on her, something that said 'Severus Snape was here'.

Then when he was so hard he could hardly contain himself with his pants, he would rip hers off in one foul swoop, and panties included so she was naked under his hungry gaze. Forcefully pulling her legs apart as he pulled himself from his pants and burying himself hard into her depths.

He was shaken from his thoughts when the girl had annoyingly asked for another refill.

Four hours and a lot of liquor later, Hermione could not help but feel a little like she was at sea on an old wooden boat during a storm. An uneasy sickly feeling overcame her as she rocked on her unsteady legs. The man, however, glided along the footpath easily.

"Wait up," Hermione panted as she shakily walked a little faster to catch up to the man who had stopped and waited for her.

Tipsily she made her way to him and grasped his arm, feeling somewhat inebriated she steadied herself.

"I think you had a little too much to drink Miss Granger."

"I think you gave me a little too much to drink, Sir."

Slowly they began to walk the short trip back, her clutching his arm for the rest of the trip.

He helped her up the stairs and into the house. "Let's get you off to bed, witch", he snarled.

He slowly climbed the stairs, allowing her to push all of her weight onto his arm. The two reached the landing of the stairs. Hermione began to feel somewhat worse then she had on the trip home and leant against the wall sucking in a few steady breaths.

"Are you ok, Miss Granger?" The man brushed some stray locks of hair out of her eyes.

"Fine" She whispered back.

"I just don't normally drink." The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Hers was full of uncertainty his full of desire.

It all happened quickly, he had her pushed up against the wall, their lips hungrily wrestling, his tongue broke into her mouth and began to explore the wet cavernous space, before coming to rest his tongue on hers. She broke the kiss not long after that. Did he think he could get her drunk and then take advantage of her? She was unsure how to feel her heart screamed go in for more, her brain told her to run away and lock herself away from him.

He cupped her cheek with his hand, pushing his body against hers further into the wall escape was now impossible, a hex though would not go astray.

"What do you want from me?" She questioned her voice shaky.

"The question is Miss Granger, Hermione, What you want from me" He leant in and pressed his lips to hers, biting her bottom lip hard he then pulled away.

"I..I am unsure what you mean," She stammered her voice cracking.

"I know you want me." He placed a kiss on her jaw.

"I know you want to have me." Another kiss now planted on the nape of her neck. She shuddered in response.

He leant into to her ear this time. "I know you want me to fuck you". Words spoke as his lips brushed feather-light against her ear. A kiss now reached her collarbone.

The girl could feel a heat rising in the pit of her stomach; she was starting to find this situation slightly arousing.

"And I know you want to feel me inside you." He ran a hand smoothly up her denim-covered thigh.

"I can make you come, I can make you feel like a woman." He ran a hand up under her shirt, grazing it along her smooth bare stomach.

"I-" he placed a single finger on her pink lips."Shhh, you don't need to say a word, Lioness. Lioness so tough, so full of courage, yet you look like a deer in headlight right now."

He nipped at her neck playfully, her knees growing weak. "You can have me, lioness" He brushed his lips lightly across hers.

"You can have me, fulfil your fantasies, you know you want to." He stared deep into her eyes, a mix of emotions within it. Terror, lust and uncertainty stared back up at him.

"You know you want me, Hermione. I will fuck you and I will pleasure you beyond your dizziest daydreams".

The girl began to tremble against the man, she could not muster up anything to say. Her head was spinning, a mixture of arousal and alcohol.

"Well if you are not sure, Miss Granger, my bedroom door is always open to you." He turned briskly away from her and strode down the hallway and out of sight into his bedroom. Chuckling to himself, his plan had only just begun.

He sighed deeply, was it right what he had done, all for his entertainment?. He looked down at his pants; his member now tented his pants.

He ran a hand over the mound shuddering slightly. He had gotten himself all dressed up and nowhere to go.

Lying down on his bed he slowly undid his zipper and button. His pants now open his hand delved into the waistband of his underwear. Grabbing himself he moaned softly, running his thumb over the velvety head of his penis.

Pulling it out from its cloth prison, slowly stroking up and down the shaft softly. Soft moans passed his lips at his own touch.

Images of the girl flashing through his mind, she looked so sexy pressed up against the wall in all her innocents, trembling at his touch, scared.

Hermione had gotten her bearings; pushing herself off the wall she heard whimpers coming from down the hall. Was he crying? Surely not. The interest got the better of her; slowly stalking down the hallways much like a cat after it's prey she stood outside his bedroom door, holding her breath.

"Oh god, Hermione" He called out in pleasure as he quickened his pace, bucking his hips so they lifted off of the bed, he could feel himself getting close.

"Oh god, Lioness" moaning his hips bucking once again, his breath quickened.

Hermione could not help but clasp a hand over her mouth to stop her from calling out. He was masturbating -over her! She felt powerful...she felt dirty like she needed to step into the shower and scrub herself clean again.

"Oh god, Witch" his hips bucked one more time as his seed milked from his tip and onto his hand.

Hermione felt a wet heat between her legs, biting her bottom lip in deep thought her mind flashed back to what he said.

'My bedroom door is always open to you'. Was he for real or did he want her to barge in and use her for comedic value?.

Placing her hand on the cold door handle she took a deep breath.

Go in?

Don't go in

Go in

Don't go in?

Her head and heart were having a battle, her head knew to just turn away and not come back, her heart wanted what she had seen in her dreams. She wanted to really feel him, to really fuck him, to have him come inside of her, to feel his weight atop her.

A/N: Ohhh a cliffhanger. What will she do? Will she go in or will she go back to her room? ;)

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