Hermione rushed down the corridor, the huge tome clutched to her chest. She was past curfew, which would most likely not matter, even if she met one of her professors in the hall. All of them recognized the 8th years were old enough to stay out later. Well, all except for Professor Snape, who still loved to stalk around the corridors and deduct house points from any student out too late. Since Professor Snape didn't seem to sleep much, or ever, Hermione thought, she'd best not get caught. She smirked slightly. Especially since she was in her pajamas.
Hermione had been ready for bed when she remembered that she'd finished all the books in her room. Since she had no homework to finish, there was only one option. Hermione needed reading material. So, against her better judgement, Hermione slipped out of the common room wearing nothing but a dark blue tank top and silky sleeping shorts. She'd quickly found the book she wanted, and headed back toward the safety of her room.
She sighed in relief. Only one more turn and the portrait covering the entrance to the Gryffindor common room would be within reach. Hermione sped around the corner only to collide into a hard, but warm, surface that smelled amazingly like herbs, potions, and shampoo. Her heart thundering in her ears, Hermione slowly followed a line of black buttons up until her eyes met the unblinking black gaze of Severus Snape.
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Severus looked down in slight surprise at the slim young woman he held against his chest. While he had been patrolling the corridors looking for erring students, he had certainly not expected a whirlwind of brown curls to come speeding around the corner. Of all the students in the school, it had to be Hermione—Miss Granger!—that he held in his arms. Suddenly, Severus was very aware of her body pressed tightly against his. He could feel the warmth of her through the fabric of the skimpy—What the hell was she wearing? Are those her pajamas? Does she sleep in nothing more than two thin pieces of fabric every night? Severus swallowed thickly at the unbidden image of Hermione sprawled out on his bed wearing the exact clothing she was in now. He barely managed to keep from groaning out loud as his groin tightened and heat flooded through his body. Swallowing again, Severus released Hermione, and took a step away from her. Hermione stared up at him with a startled look.
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Hermione studied her professor's face closely. Just before he'd released her, Hermione had seen the same look on his face that he'd had the other day during class. And, she'd felt, something, as she was pressed tight against his body. Something she'd felt rarely before. Only once with Victor Krumm, and a few times with Ron before they broke up. Did..did Professor Snape want her? Was it possible? Had she really felt his-!? Hermione couldn't even complete the thought.
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Severus cleared his throat as he put more distance between himself and Hermione—Miss Granger! "Exactly what do you think you are doing running around the school at this hour, Miss Granger? I believe even the so-called 8th years are bound by school rules such as curfew. Are they not?" One elegant black eyebrow rose as Snape waited for Hermione to answer.
"Yes, I suppose so, sir." Hermione simply stared back at him, meeting his eyes. As the heat from his gaze filled her, she licked her lips and drew in a shuddering breath. She felt color rise in her cheeks the longer she stared at him. Heat pooled low in her belly, and her sleep shorts suddenly felt damp. She swallowed audibly as the tension grew between them.
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Severus started to speak, but no words came. His gaze was trapped at Hermione's mouth. He watched in fascination as she licked her full pink lips and swallowed. A sudden image of Hermione on her knees before him, bringing him to the edge and beyond with her mouth before swallowing his seed, flashed through his mind. Quite before he knew what was happening, Snape had pushed Hermione up against the wall of the corridor and was devouring her mouth with his. The heavy book dropped from Hermione's hands and thudded against the carpeted floor.
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Hermione heard the thud of her book hit the floor. Normally, she would have been incensed that someone had treated a book so callously. Imagine, throwing a book on the floor! However, Hermione couldn't begin to summon any thought for the book at all. Her arms flew up to wrap around Snape's shoulders and her hands plunged into his hairline. She twisted her fists tightly in his hair and was rewarded by a groan coming deep from his throat. Hermione felt a thrill race through her as she heard him. I did that! Me! I turned Severus Snape on so much that he is groaning for me! With that thought, Hermione pulled him tighter against her and thrust her hips forward, searching for an additional sign of his desire.
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Severus couldn't believe what was happening. He'd been teaching at Hogwarts for over 20 years, and this was the first time he'd ever snogged a student in the corridor. First time he'd even considered it. Initially, he'd feared that Hermione would be frightened and disgusted, but the moment she tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him closer, Severus quit worrying. He tried to pull away for a moment, just to catch a breath, but Hermione whimpered and refused to allow him a centimeter.
Professor Snape smiled and slowly slid his hands down Hermione's sides until he reached her tiny sleep shorts. Slipping his hands around, he grasped her firmly and hoisted her up. Leaning her back against the stones, Severus wrapped Hermione's legs tightly around his waist and slowly ground against her heat, never breaking their kiss. Once again, Hermione whimpered. Severus tilted his head, and deepened the kiss further.
In the farthest corner of his mind, penetrating the haze of lust, Severus heard a sound.
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Hermione gasped. One moment, she was wrapped in Severus Snape's arms and around his body. One moment she was being snogged as though life depended on it. One moment, heat was pooling in her belly and flowing through her limbs. The next moment? She was dropped gracelessly to the floor, stunned while Professor Snape backed quickly away toward the opposite wall, pulling his robes around him, with a sneer on his face.
Hermione was bewildered. What had happened? What had she done? Just then, her ears picked up on a small, quiet sound. It sounded as though small feet were padding quietly along the corridors. Quickly, Hermione straightened her clothes and picked up her book. Suddenly, two small lights appeared near the floor and a low hiss echoed in the mostly empty corridor.