Wow! This was meant to be an one shot, but it's taken on a life of its own. Are y'all enjoying it so far? I will post as soon as I finish each chapter. Why wait for tomorrow what you can have today!

Chapter 2

Severus smirked, walking out of the dark. He approached her slowly. "Are you sure Ms. Granger? I am not known for being gentle."

Hermione gulped as his voice vibrated through her. She was sure. How many times had she fantasized about this moment. How many daydreams featured her mysterious Professor pumping into her?

His legs hit the edge of the bed. He smirked down at her. Such young, tender flesh; untouched and so willing. He bent down, tracing the outline of her body with his fingers. Severus reached for her, pulling her up.

She mindlessly followed his lead. His eyes entranced her. Her body shook as he pulled close. He was so warm, so welcoming. His lips graced hers, sending shivers down her spine. She mewed into him.

Severus turned her backside to the room. He slid his hands up the back of her thighs, grabbing her firm buns. Slowly, he pulled her skirt down, letting her step out of them. His lips were on hers again; his hands massaging and parting her buns.

Groans filled the room when her rose bud peeped out. Severus hissed, "Quiet." He pushed her buns closed, "Any other interruptions and I will take her to my chambers." The room grew eerily quiet. The men bit their tongues, heeding the Potion master threat. "Forgive them love. You are just so enticing. One can hardly blame them."

She barely registered the longer finger circling her dark hole. His lips tasted divine. Hermione sucked on his tongue as if it were a cherry lollipop. She didn't know anyone could taste so addictive.

…

"Harry?"

"Hey Mione."

"Are you busy?"

"Of course not. What's up?"

She had finally gotten him alone. She needed to ask him. Hermione sat down nervously.

"Um… I want to… well… "

Harry laughed at her, "You're acting weird. Just spit it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

She smiled, "Yeah, I know. Well, I was talking to Luna… and Malfoy."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "You talked to Malfoy? Did the prick hurt you?"

Hermione held her hands up, "No. He didn't. I'm fine."

"Okay, so? "

"I want in… The Fuck Room."

Harry flinched, "Who told you?"

Hermione looked away, embarrassed. "I saw Luna last week. I kind of followed her."

"You what?" Harry stared at her in disbelief.

"Well she wasn't exactly being inconspicuous. I was patrolling and she was out after curfew."

Harry shook his head, "I told them to be more careful."

"That's not the point." She stood, "Malfoy said I was your untouchable."

He sighed, "You are."

"He said only you could invite me in."

"That's true too."

"Well?"

…

"Get on your knees."

Hermione stared into his eyes, unsure. She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "I've never-"

He cupped her breasts. "Let me show you. I'm sure you'll find it quite easy, brightest witch of her age after all." He pinched her nipple.

She moaned into him. The pain shot straight to her wet pussy. It throbbed. She squeezed her thighs together, creating much needed friction.

Severus chuckled at her attempt. "Patience pet. We'll get to your cunt."

She nodded, getting on her knees. She felt dirty, but excited at the same time. He was the best teacher she ever knew. If anyone could guide her through this, it was him. Hermione looked up at him, waiting for further instruction.

"Unzip my pants and touch me." His voice dripped down.

Her hands shook, unzipping him. Cautiously she reached in. Hermione gasped as her fingers grazed the monster inside. She had never touched a man's penis before. It was smooth, yet ridged. She gripped him. Her hands only wrapped halfway around him. And his length, she was having trouble pulling him out.

"Good girl. Now stroke it. Front to back...slowly."

She stared at his cock. It was huge. She'd seen dicks before, but that had been in magazines or porn. She'd never seen one up close. She stroked it. How was she going to fit that in her mouth? It was impossible. Her throat dried up.

"Your doing so good Ms. Granger." He played on her need for praise. "Open your mouth."

….

Harry paced the common room, "Mione, I don't think you know what your asking."

There was a reason she was his untouchable. He didn't want anyone to touch her. She was good and pure. He didn't want her salted by this.

She stood in front of him, blocking his path. "I think it's pretty self explanatory. The name you all have given the room makes things pretty clear."

He looked at the floor, ashamed. "The war has been hard on everyone. We just wanted a place where none of that mattered."

Hermione took his hands, "So do I. Can you not share this with me?"

Harry looked into her eyes, "Of course I can. I just didn't think it was your sort of thing."

She smiled, "It might not be, but I want to try."

"Are you sure? I mean, it's not like the movies or romance novels. It's pretty much-"

"Fucking? I get that. I'm not naive."

He smiled back, "Okay, I'll put your name in the drawing….but I can't promise you'll be picked."

He knew that was a lie. Untouchables were highly prized. And she was Hermione Granger, one of the most sought after witches in the world. He would have to be extra careful.

"And I get to pick who is invited."

She nodded, "I just have one request. No Ron."

….

Hermione shook her head, "It wont fit."

He chuckled, "Let me worry about that." He stroked her jaw, "Besides, when have you ever let anyone tell you that you couldn't do something? " Severus pressed two fingers into her mouth, "That's not the Hermione Granger I know."

She sucked on his fingers, letting him prime her mouth. His fingers curled inside her, stretching out her cheeks. She gagged when he searched deeper into her throat.

He pulled his fingers out, coating his dick with her saliva. "Are you ready pet?" He place his dick against her lips, "Open."

Hermione opened her mouth as he slipped past her lips. He was salty and slimy. She held her breath as pushed in deeper. His mushroom head disappeared inside her. Her hands stilled his thighs.

Severus moaned at the warmth. Her mouth was wet and tight. He hissed when her teeth scraped him, "No teeth."

She closed her eyes, curling her lips around her teeth, willing her mouth to stretch for him. He pushed in deeper. Slowly, inch by inch, he was filling her. Her face burned from her lack of oxygen.

He murmured, stroking her throat. His hands guided her head forward. He bottomed out, holding her in place, "Breathe, Ms. Granger."

Hermione gasped as her throat magically widen to accommodate him. She inhaled deeply, grasping for air. His pubes invaded her nose, she pulled back.

His hands stayed firm on the back of her head. "Don't move." They curled into her hair, "That's a good girl."

She held still as he pulled out. He was halfway out of her throat, before he slammed back in. She gagged again, but he ignored her. She felt like she was drowning.

Severus pulled her hair, tilting her head up. He begin to thrust slowly. He had finally found a good use for her mouth. He smiled, thinking about all the times she spoke out of turn or rattled off useless information. Had he known that all he needed to shut her up, was sticking his dick down her throat, he'd done it years ago.

Hermione grabbed the back of his clothed thighs. She scrunched the cotton material in her hands. Her eyes stung as tears begin to fill them. He had done her a favor by enlarging her throat, but just barely. She could take him now, but he still choked her. The bastard wouldn't totally denied himself of her tightness.