Okay, so I have done a MUCH better job getting this story updated lately! This is also my longest story. I usually don't go beyond 5 chapters at the most. This story will only be a chapter or two longer. By the way, this fic is not completely canon, in case you didn't notice already. A few people are alive that shouldn't be, but I needed them to participate anyway.

As stated before, I own nothing with regard to Harry Potter. That would all be JK Rowling's.

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Hermione thought she was going to die. One moment, she was racing to escape the library before Professor Snape caught her. And the next moment? The next moment she was sitting on a table with her professor snogging her into oblivion. Merlin! Where did this man learn to kiss?

Hermione was barely aware that her legs had spread as Severus pressed his body closer to hers. Severus, however, was fully aware. The moment Hermione had told him to take her, a white hot surge of desire speared his body. He was drawing on every technique he'd learned as a spy to not lay the girl back on the table and thrust himself into her warm heat. Severus reluctantly drew back and took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his heartbeat. Hermione's cheeks were flushed and her perfect pink mouth swollen with his kisses.

Severus reached out and slowly drew a long, pale finger down Hermione's cheek. His finger followed her jawline down until he reached the smooth column of her throat. Once there, his other fingers joined the first as he continued to explore Hermione's hot skin. Severus caressed her fine collarbones and her shoulder.

Her skin was on fire. That was all there was to it. Everywhere Snape touched, the fire spread. Hermione wanted his touch on every part of her at once, but he seemed to be taking his damn time. At last, Hermione made up her mind to hurry him along by grabbing his hand. Before she could move, Severus brushed his fingers over the skinny strap of Hermione's tank top, and it fell over her shoulder. He repeated the movement on her other shoulder.

Hermione tensed slightly as Severus curved his fingers over the neckline of her shirt and drew it down to reveal her full breasts to his gaze. Severus stilled, and Hermione began to grow nervous.

She'd never really been confident regarding her body. None of her boyfriends had ever complained, but she also wasn't a girl that boys chased either. Ron had always seemed content with her. Of course, thought Hermione, he did prefer Lavender to me… Ron had preferred the far more curvy and voluptuous Lavender before he'd dated Hermione. In fact, Lavender was the main reason the two of them were unable to maintain a relationship. Hermione had caught his eyes straying to Lavender's assets one too many times for her comfort. Now, with Severus still, all of Hermione's doubts about her body began to flood back. Suddenly becoming embarrassed, Hermione reached up to cover herself, only to have her hands held back.

"Do not be ashamed. You are perfect," Severus murmured directly into Hermione's ear. "Simply perfect." Hermione's alarm fled. Slowly Severus bent his head, following his fingers' path with his lips. Down her jawline, over her collarbones, and along the curved tops of Hermione's breasts. Tremors shook Hermione as his long fingered hands lightly cupped her breasts, raising them gently. A whimper escaped her lips as Severus grazed the aching tips of her nipples with his tongue. The resulting pulse between her thighs startled Hermione with its intensity.

As Hermione's trembling increased, Severus drew her soft flesh between his lips, and gently sucked at her. Hermione let her head fall back and her hands flew up to tightly grip his strong shoulders beneath his black teaching robes. He continued using his tongue and lips to arouse her, teasing her flesh. Hermione arched her back to present more of herself to him, and let a low moan escape from deep in her throat.

At the sound of that moan, Severus immediately left off his suckling and teasing and roughly took her mouth again. This time, his kiss was hot and hungry and demanding. The unexpected fierceness of the kiss drew another whimper from Hermione.

"Do you want me to stop?" Severus asked huskily. He knew she was not a complete innocent. And he knew she had told him to take her. But Severus was never a man interested in forcing a woman to accept his attentions. He intended to give her every possible out.

Hermione gripped his shoulders tighter and snapped her head up to look him straight in the eye. "If you stop, I will hex you!" she spluttered with a glare. Severus threw his head back and laughed, a deep rumbling sound that Hermione could not imagine never hearing again.

"I've seen you in action, little one. I would never want to be on the receiving end of your hexes. I prefer all my bits where they belong!" With that, he captured her lips in another drugging kiss before sliding his hot mouth lower along her throat.

Carefully, Severus pressed Hermione back against the table. He wanted to rush. He wanted to just take this girl that had been torturing him for far too long, but he would not. He would take his time and make sure this experience was nothing short of magical. Hermione began to tense, but immediately relaxed as his hot breath once again touched her tingling nipple.

He slowly traced a circle of kisses around the rosy nipple before taking it fully into his mouth. Hermione arched her back and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Involuntarily, Severus bucked against her as she pulled him closer with her strong legs. He could feel her heat through the tiny sleeping shorts she wore, even through his multiple layers of clothing. Attempting to relieve some tension, he ground against her, drawing forth another moan. One hand reached up to twist and pluck at her other nipple.

His other hand began a slow quest down her body, caressing any flesh it came in contact with. Severus was amazed at the feeling of her skin beneath his fingers. She felt like heated satin. There was not a rough patch to be found. Hermione felt her body melting as his hand stroked her.

Suddenly, his questing hand slid between her silky thighs to stroke the one part of her that was crying out for his attention. Severus groaned as his fingers slid through the brown curls guarding her most intimate flesh. She was wet. So wet. And for him. Severus could hardly believe this beautiful creature, twisting and writhing beneath his body was so full of desire for him. The only thought in Severus's mind was to make this woman feel as exquisite as possible.

Sensually, he used his thumb to caress the delicate bud nestled in her curls. Hermione felt hot, feverish even, and her thighs fell further open. Severus slid one long finger between her sensitive flesh and up into the opening of her body. "You are wet for me," he whispered triumphantly.

Hermione's head rocked back and forth on the hard surface of the table. Her body was searching for something just beyond her reach. Severus moved his fingers more boldly, exploring her wet heat. As he continued to thrust his fingers into her, his mouth continued to suck and nibble at her breast. Suddenly, the dam burst and sparks flew behind Hermione's eyes. Her back arched up off the table, and a wail broke from the deepest part of her. Severus pulled his head back to watch the woman beneath him quiver and tremor, her hands clenching against his shoulders.

"Now! I want you now!" she burst out, opening her eyes. "I want to feel your cock moving in me. Please, Severus, please! Fuck me!" At the sound of the dirty words falling from her lips, the last vestiges of control broke. Severus ripped the shorts from her body and fumbled with the clasps on his trousers. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds in reality, Severus managed to undo the clasps, freeing his hard length. He paused only a moment, to look at the treasure before him, then he plunged his hardness into the liquid heat.

Hermione once again locked her legs around his waist and raised her hips to accept more of him. Her nails dug into his back, his teaching robes keeping him from feeling it. That would have to be remedied next time, he thought. Next time, he would have her nude beneath him in his bed. He would feel the sting and pleasure of her nails scratching the skin on his back.

Severus once again feasted on Hermione's mouth. His tongue mimicking the movement of his body as it thrust in and out. Hermione was no longer aware of anything but Severus and his scorching kiss and thrusting body. He continued to impale her body with his, as his lips plundered hers. He moved faster and faster, his body beginning to blur as his speed increased. Fire burned around the edges of Hermione's conscious and heat once again began to build. Hermione cried out once more as her body began to convulse and tremble in a second searing orgasm.

His mouth captured the scream that was bursting out of Hermione as she exploded around him. The clenching of her body pulled him along with her. Severus lifted her hips high once more to thrust as deeply as possible. His body burst and he shot stream after stream of hot seed into her waiting flesh.

Moments later, Hermione was still clinging to Severus , shaking with the intense pleasure she'd experienced. He held himself up on trembling arms, mindful of her laying on a hard table, as opposed to the soft bed he'd have preferred. With an effort, he raised himself off her fully to see if she was alright. Hermione's blinding smile assured him immediately that all was well. He gave her a smirk in return.

"Well," Hermione began, "that was perhaps the most educational experience I've had at this school." Severus raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to respond, when both of them became aware of the sound of voices approaching the library doors.

"Damn!" With speed Hermione couldn't believe, Severus had her up off the table, into his arms, and around the edge of the bookshelves. Quickly releasing the wards he'd placed previously on the door, Severus thrust Hermione against the wall behind the shelves. Standing in front of her, he cast a disillusionment spell, and hoped with all his might that whoever entered the library would not notice them. As long as it wasn't Dumbledore, or McGonagall, they should remain unnoticed. A gasp broke from Hermione. Severus turned to glare at her, preparing to silence her, only to be met with her panicky stare. "My shorts!" she whispered frantically. With a rapid flick, Severus accioed Hermione's shorts from where they lay inside the room. They flew through the air just as the heavy wooden doors opened, and Dumbledore and McGonagall stepped into the library.

Fuck, thought Severus. So much for luck being on my side tonight.