Disclaimer: I do not claim any of JK Rowling's characters and locations to be my own. I am merely using her brain children in my perverted fantasies for your reading pleasures. Please note the characters are not as they are in JK's versions and my stories are not canon (I cannot stand it when I see reviewers on other SS/HG stories complaining that certain parts of their story does not follow what happened in the books…you're reading fan fiction where SS and HG get it on… that whole concept doesn't follow the books lol Rant over haha)

Sorry it's taken me a wee while to update after promising to post this chapter much sooner – please don't hate me! My wee baby has decided she no longer wants my expressed milk from a bottle when I leave the house or leave her with her Dad or Grandparents - she will only take it from the boobies so needless to say… I have been busy with that lol I can only apologise and promise to update with my next chapter on schedule!

Italics are the character's internal thoughts.

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Hermione sat on a small blanket she had conjured beside the Black Lake, staring off into the distance while thinking about a multitude of things; the Final Battle, missing her parents, schoolwork and most of all the mystery that was Severus Snape. His words to her in the library had both excited and confused her. What did he mean by it? Was he being serious with his flirtatious remarks? Was he taking the piss out of her? Whatever it was it confused the heck out of her. She couldn't deny that the man turned her into a jumbled mess whenever he was near her but she suspected that that was largely due to the face that she could never get a clear reading on him. His face was almost always impassive, the only other facial expression she had seen on him was anger but that day in the library she saw something else in those dark eyes. She just couldn't figure out what that something else was though and it was bloody annoying her. She vowed to get to the bottom of the surly man's strange behaviour, avidly ignoring the hopeful butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach that wished that Professor Snape's actions were those of lust and love.

Severus stalked around his cauldron, adding the last ingredients to his new and amazing potion creation. He stared down at the lilac liquid with a twinkle in his eye that only Dumbledore could rival. He was taking a big risk to approach his attraction to Hermione this way. If she ever found out, she could react in two ways. One, she could laugh it off and appreciate that he was merely trying to worm his way into her thoughts and fantasies or two, she could hex his bollocks off. He grimaced because knowing Hermione and her penchant to reacting to lies with her wand; the second way seemed to me her most likely reaction.

You see this beauty of a potion allows the creator the ability to have the person who imbibes it to dream about whatever the creator wishes. In this case, Severus was planning on having Hermione dream about him exclusively. It was, he supposed, an invasion of her privacy as a person's dreams should be their own to create and view but he was desperate to get under her skin so that every waking moment was spent thinking about him as he did about her. He didn't plan on giving her raunchy dreams all the time as he wanted her to consider him as a romantic possibility instead of just a quick passionate fuck in the dungeons before she graduated. No, Severus Snape was playing for keeps and he would go to any lengths possible to ensure he got his wish.

"Miss Granger… what are you doing up studying at this time of night? I will be closing the library in five minutes; I did not think there was anyone else here."

Hermione gasped as she looked at the clock on the mantle and it showed the time to be nearing midnight, "I am so sorry Madam Pince – I get so caught up in my Arithmancy equations that I did not think it was this late… I apologise. I will get out of your hair right away!" She began tidying up her books and quills when Madam Pince spoke again, "My dear, let me walk you to Gryffindor Tower. It is entirely too late for a young woman such as yourself to be walking the corridors at night alone."

Hermione nodded her head in the affirmative and continued putting her things away until another voice broke into the atmosphere. She closed her eyes and willed her breathing to stay normal as the velvet tones of her Potions Professor washed over her.

"Do not trouble yourself Irma. I shall escort Miss Granger to her rooms, you get yourself off to bed. You've had a long day." He smiled slightly at the elderly librarian and motioned towards the door. Irma gave him an appreciative smile and bid both him and Miss Granger goodnight, heading off down the corridor towards her quarters.

"Shall we Miss Granger?" He suavely led her out of the library with his hand lightly brushing the small of her back. Hermione tried her best not to moan at the slight contact. The man was just pure sex on legs and she wished she had the nerve to turn to face him and snog his tonsils off. His closeness was intoxicating, from the sound of his breathing to the smell of his cologne.

"Burning the midnight oil, Miss Granger?" He finally spoke.

Hermione blushed furiously, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear, "Yes Sir. I tend to get caught up in my work, especially when the library is so quiet. I do have the worst headache now though. Serves me right I suppose." She said with a sigh.

"You are in luck Miss Granger, for I have some headache potion here. Help yourself."

He hadn't thought it would be so easy to slip her the dream potion but carried a concoction of the dream potion along with headache tonic as he knew she was partial to headaches and migraines on occasion. He also had not expected to be presented with the opportunity to slip her the potion so soon but he was a Slytherin through and through. You do not pass up opportunities such as this. He had a multitude of ideas for her dreams anyway, as he had already experience quite a few about her himself.

Hermione drank it up with a relieved sigh as her headache cleared, "The after taste is a little stranger than normal."

"It is a version of my own. It also has properties of pepper up potion to give the drinker a little more… spark." He supplied slyly.

They walked for another few minutes in companionable silence when Hermione decided to try and get the man next to her to converse with her. It wasn't often that she would be alone with him like this.

Alone… with him. I wish I had bigger balls and would just grab him and snog him senseless. Baby steps Hermione… all in good time.

"I apologise for making you come out of your way to escort me back to my rooms."

Severus chuckled and the sound sent vibrations right down to her nether regions like fire, "It is no trouble. I would be doing my rounds anyway and who would turn down the opportunity of a midnight stroll with such alluring company when the norm is finding adolescent couples attempting to rut against each other in an attempt to quell their teenage lust?"

Again, Hermione blushed, "Surely, you don't come across that a lot?"

He gave her a wicked grin, "You would be surprised at the amount of sexual tension brewing in this school."

"Don't I know it." She mumbled under her breath.

Severus smirked, he knew she had not meant for him to hear that but decided to let her comment go. After all, she would be blushing enough after her dreams tonight.

He made sure to walk a little bit closer than appropriate to her, his hand still lying on her back, just above the swell of her pert buttocks. It took all his might not to grab both of her arse cheeks in his hands and kiss her silly in the middle of the corridor.

"Ah, here we are, Miss Granger, all safely delivered with your reputation and purity intact." He smirked at her as they came to a stop in front of her Head Girl rooms.

Hermione feeling rather bold replied, "I wasn't aware my purity was under threat Professor. But then again when someone can give the impression that they are pure as well as I do, no one would believe it anyway. Some of us are better actors than other people give us credit for. Oh well, how disappointing."

She gave him a meaningful and lustful look before stepping through the portrait, Severus stood completely at a loss for words. "Thank you for escorting me back to my rooms Sir. Have a good night."

"I wish you sweet dreams, Miss Granger." He replied with a grin before swiftly turning and stalking off down the hallway with his famous robes billowing behind him.

"Holy shit, that man is sex personified. Oh well, bedtime." She sighed and went inside her rooms to begin her night time routine.

Severus walked rather uncomfortably back to his rooms. Having a raging erection was not comfortable in the least. He was now fairly sure that the girl was flirting with him back there. The way her eyes fired up when she was talking about her purity almost made him come in his boxers like a first year.

"So… it looks as though Miss Granger is not quite the innocent I had expected her to be. This is going to be even more fun! Now, let's give Hermione a nice dream to remember me by."

He sat in his chair and spoke the necessary incantation and began the dream scenario to send to his precious Hermione.

a/n: I know I am so mean to end it there but the next chapter is very delicious and already half complete so shouldn't be long until I post it - should be within the next week :) Please review - I love to hear back from you guys xx