Hermione's hand clasped the cold doorknob, heart racing a million miles an hour. Taking a deep shuddered breath she pulled her hand from the door handle and crept away to her bedroom. Once in there she shut the door and put up a ward for good measure.

Her body trembled uncontrollably as she sat on her bed and steadied herself. If someone had told her she would one day kiss the Potions Master she would have laughed at them and told them to dream on. But now it had happened, could she front up to him in the morning? Would she go on like nothing had happened or should she address the issue? Her head still spinning she lay down on her bed, thinking.

Maybe she would just wait to see if he brought up the subject, if not she would pretend it had never happened. She could however never get the thought out of her mind. Having him pressed up against her his lips on hers, the way he had talked to her. If she said it had done nothing for her she would have lied, it had turned her on and she wanted more.

Slowly she rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes, slowly she fell asleep.

Rushing down the stairs the next morning, she swallowed hard, it was either now or never to face him, best to get it over with. So when she walked into the kitchen and found the man was not sitting in the same spot he had the previous times she thought, perhaps he was avoiding her.

Fine by her, if he wanted to be like that, no skin off her nose. Or perhaps he was having a sleep in.

Later that day when she realized it was 3 pm and there was still no sign of the man she decided to go straight to his room, maybe he died in his sleep?. Pushing the door open she noticed the large bed was unoccupied and unmade, a set of his robes thrown over the end of the bed, a pile of books on a dresser that was pushed up against a window and a few vials of potions. Well at least she now knew he was not dead and he had not been so ashamed or disgusted he retreated back to Hogwarts.

So when it had come around to 10 pm that night and she had still seen hide nor hair of him she was starting to worry. Perhaps something had happened to him? Should she ask someone in the order? no, they would think it was odd she was asking after a man she never really liked.

At around 3 am she was roused from her sleep, she clutched her wand tight listening, the front door slammed and heavy footsteps up the stairs, and past her door, coming to stop she heard a loud deep moan and another door slam shut. She could only assume he was back.

Before she even had a chance to think about it, her feet had carried her to his door, he was moaning, loudly. Not like the moans she had heard the night before, these were deeper and laced with pain.

She knocked lightly and waited, no answer. Pushing the door open she saw the man lying on the bed, his body shaking, a swollen lip and a bruised right eye.

He looked up at her "What are you doing in here?" he spat as his body gave another violent shake.

She chose to ignore his question and sat on the bed next to him. "What happened?" she whispered.

"Not much, just a duel to entertain the dark lord, between Myself and Bellatrix".

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, leave me alone," He hissed.

"But your hurt," She countered.

"Miss Granger, there is not a thing you can do, it just has to pass."

"So that is where you have been all day then?" She questioned.

Smirking at her for a moment he debated whether to bring the issue up that was clearly bothering her or wait till he was feeling better.

"What, did you think I wanted to avoid a confrontation?"

"Well, Yes," She trailed off.

"Miss Granger let bygones be bygones, we both were clearly not thinking straight," he said simply.

"Fine," She whispered. She could not help but feel a little hurt, but then what was she hoping? He would come to her with open arms?.

"You seem disappointed, Miss Granger." He winced in pain as he tried to sit up.

"No," She lied.

A small pained chuckle passed his lips. He was so stupid and let his needs to touch a woman over come him. He never should've touched her, women were complicated creatures at the best of times, couple that with him being quiet marginally older than her. Throw that together with her being an ex student of his it could only spell one thing, Disaster.

The girl got back up off the bed and went to leave.

"Miss Granger, wait"

She turned around, hopeful.

"Will you pass me the vial of dreamless sleep potion before you leave."

She stalked over to the dresser, her stalking could have even rivalled his, plucked the bottle off it and stalked back over to him thrusting it in his hand she turned on her heel and walked out.

Was she being stupid? Up until the night before she had only been touched by him in her dreams, never had she thought the real thing would happen. She should be happy that she got to have him pressed against her so close, to have his lips on hers.

She could not help but feel a little disheartened that he had not invited her to lay in his bed so he could make sweet love to her then and there. She shook her head, fuck her, not make love to her.

Her mind began to wander back to the kiss, the words he whispered against her ear the way his hand wandered over her bare skin, Goosebumps travelled up her body at the thought. She would love to feel him inside of her... just once.

Never had she felt a man inside of her but she knew right now he was the one she wanted to be her first.

She did not want love, she did not need love, she just wanted sex. She wanted to fulfill the fantasies she had about him as a girl in school, then she would truly be happy to get on with her life.

She sighed wearily, like that was ever going to happen, he had made it quite clear nothing would happen between them.

Severus sighed heavily as he uncorked the vial, he was getting older and he had no idea how many more spells and hexes his body could take before it would give out on him. He had, had enough he just wished he could curl up in the bed right now and not have to worry about the war that was going on. He wished all he had to worry about in life was finding a woman to love and call his own, to have her crawl into bed with him every night and fall soundly asleep next to her.

He eyed the bottle suspiciously, if he drank this it would be the second night he would not be able to venture into her dreams and see what she was thinking, what she wanted him to do to her. Perhaps he didn't need it after all. Re-corking the vial, he lay down and after 20 minutes of tossing and turning he finally fell asleep.

His lips hungrily bore down on hers as he pushed her against his classroom wall Forcing his tongue roughly into her mouth, she moaned loudly.

He pulled away quickly leaving her whimpering in protest. He grabbed a fist of her auburn curls and pulled her head back roughly, exposing the bare nape of her neck.

"You have been a bad girl, Miss Granger, do you know why you are here in detention?"

He licked his lips hungrily as he bit down hard into her neck. "Yes," She hissed, as his teeth got deeper.

He pulled away to look at the mark he had just left, licking up the small trickle of blood that now dripped from it.

He grabbed her shirt and tore it madly from her body, her bare milky white breasts under his gaze. Running his palms over her breasts she let out a shuddered breath, her nipples hardening under his touch.

"Treat me like I am a slut," She breathed huskily.

A glint of malicious passed his eyes, her wish was his command.

Pulling his pants and underwear down around his ankles to expose his erection he took another handful of her hair.

"On your knees" He barked as he pulled her down.

She looked up at him scared, it only aroused him more.

Gently she took the velvet soft head into her mouth, he let out a moan of appreciation.

Placing a hand on the back of her head he thrust himself into the back of her throat. She gagged slightly trying to pull him out of her wet cavernous mouth. He would not allow it.

"Use your tongue" He spat at her.

Slowly she began to swirl her tongue around his head fast, he let out another moan.

Pulling himself halfway out of her mouth her thrust back in, pulling out again and thrusting back in.

He pulled her hair hard, thrusting harder and faster into her mouth, her tongue running over his shaft.

Feeling himself getting close he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around so she was facing the wall he bent her over slightly.

"You have been a bad girl," He whispered in her ear as he lifted her short grey school skirt up. Running a finger along her dripping wet slit she gasped at his expert touch.

Grabbing her hips he pushed himself hard within her walls, a loud scream escaped her lips.

She was tight, she felt wonderful and he knew a few thrusts would get him to where he needed.

"Oh a virgin are we?," He questioned.

Tears pricked the girl's eyes, she wanted to pull away from him it was uncomfortable and hurt.

Pulling out of her he slammed into her depths again, her breath caught in her throat. He pulled out once more, she was sore and stinging.

Pulling out once more he pushed in harder than before, he shuddered slightly as his seed spilt out into her. He stood there inside of her for a few more moments before pulling out and spinning her around to look at him.

Detention again tomorrow night, Miss Granger. She could only nod in response.

A/N: Ok Sorry for a long time between updates. I had no idea for this story, then I just got busy showing my horses.

Yay more character building and smutt... what more could you want? :P

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