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)

As promised this should be a juicy wee chapter for you. I must point out the M rating on this story once again as there will be sexual language and visions used within this chapter. You have been warned.

Italics are the character's internal thoughts.

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Hermione stripped down until she was nude and slipped under her luxurious, silk sheets. There was something oddly sexual about the feel of real silk against one's bare skin and Hermione always considered her bed time preference as a guilty pleasure. The feel of the silk sheet against her pert nipples was probably a rather large factor in the amount of time she spent a week touching herself while thinking of a particular dark wizard.

She sighed as her body began to relax against her mattress and closed her eyes ready for sleep but as always, thoughts of Severus Snape filtered through her silence. She was pretty sure their 'relationship' was beginning to take on a more personal persona but her lack of ability in reading her professor's facial expressions and tone allowed a tiny, niggling bit of doubt that she was imagining the shift between them.

She couldn't sleep. He was taking over her every waking thought and just thinking of his dark, intense eyes had begun a fire in her belly and a deep throbbing between her legs. She bit her lip as she began to rub the silk sheets over her painfully erect nipples, her eyes wide against the darkness in her room. Her moans became louder as her hands trailed the length of her torso down to her upper thighs, skimming over her pubis.

She was startled out of her lustful exploration as she heard a exhaled breath within the room that certainly was not hers.

She grabbed her wand in lightening fast speed and cast 'lumos'.

"Who's there!? I am armed with a wand and I will not delay in sending a hefty curse your way if you do not identify yourself immediately and step into the light."

A figure moved slowly out of the corner and into her light, "Why Miss Granger, would you really hex me?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the unmistakeable voice and vision of Severus Snape in front of her. He was in a state of undress also. He stood in front of her in his white dress shirt, open at the chest and his black cotton dress trousers, fly open and a rather impressive cock on show.

"Oh my Gods. Professor!" She tried to avert her eyes from the large erection he was sporting, unsure of where to look.

"What? Don't make out as though you are an innocent, Hermione. You and I both know what we want." He said silkily, as he began to slowly fist his cock while taking a seat at the bottom of her bed.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful man on the bottom of her bed, a vision of pure adulterous sex. "And what do we both want?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"Why each other of course, you see… I was quite enjoying the little show you were just putting on although it is rather dark in here. I can see much more up here now. Pray continue." He sent her a wicked grin and removed his trousers and shirt, leaving him completely naked.

He slowly grabbed the bottom of her silk sheet and slipped it down her body, uncovering her nude form inch by inch. "Oh Hermione… very nice."

Hermione went to cover her body up but decided to access her Gryffindor courage and allow his eyes to rake over her. "What do you want me to do?" She asked, her voice now taking on a rather lusty tone as her nerves began to turn into excitement.

"Touch yourself while you watch me touch myself."

She almost came with that sentence alone and the sight of a naked Severus Snape slowly masturbating on the bottom of her mattress. His eyes burned with passion as he pumped his large cock in his calloused hands.

"Do it, Hermione. Touch yourself for me. Show me how to please you… show me what you like… where you want to be touched… show me your passion. You see this erection? It's all for you. You did this to me. You and your gorgeous body, beautiful mind and honest soul… you have bewitched me and I ask you now to give them all over to me."

Hermione shivered at his passionate words, "And what of my heart? Do you ask for that too?"

Here Severus grinned, "Your heart is a rather big thing to ask for at this stage but believe me, I will claim that too eventually. Now stop stalling Gryffindor and slip your fingers down in between your legs and touch that delectable pussy before I come all over your succulent tits."

She bit her lip and moaned at hearing him speak such dirty language. She lay back against her pillows slightly, her eyes never leaving the vision of him masturbating and began to slip her fingers up and down the length of her pussy, rubbing her clit with a feather light caress. She heard Severus give a strangled cry and saw him begin to speed up his actions.

"Fuck Hermione, don't stop. Pinch… pinch your nipple with one hand and start to fuck yourself with the fingers…on your other hand. I'm so close!"

She did as he asked and soon both of them were moaning like a pair of animals, close to release.

Hermione came undone first, screaming his name as she felt her pussy clutch around her fingers, moisture dribbling down her hand and onto the mattress. Severus was breathing so loud and erratic that he sounded like he had just finished a marathon, he hadn't come yet and Hermione wanted to help him climax as much as she could.

"Tell me what to do to push you over the edge." She sat up on her knees so she was a little closer to him. He truly was a sight to behold.

"Squeeze your tits together and jiggle them up and down for me… please….oh fuck Hermione….please!" He was wanking so fast now and Hermione was so turned on it hurt. She shifted further forward on the bed until she was right beside him and squeezed her breasts together, jiggling them just over the top of where his cock was. He was like a man possessed, moaning and groaning her name as he edged closer and closer to the finish. "Come for me Severus… come on my tits." She whispered.

He came with a might roar, her words and her movement were too much for him to keep any semblance of control over her body. His breath was ragged as he spurted drop after drop of semen onto her large breasts.

After a few moments to catch their breath, Severus smiled at her like the cat who got the cream before he clicked his fingers together and she found herself laying in her bed, covered by her sheets, alone with a very wet pussy.

She sat up, confused.

"It was a dream… it was a fucking dream?!"

Meanwhile Severus sat in his wing backed chair, trousers at his ankles and his flaccid cock in his hand. That was one hell of a fantasy. He only hoped Hermione enjoyed it as much as he had.

a/n: so... how was that? Too rude? Just right? Not rude enough? lol Please review - let me know what you think!