As the light flooded into the room that morning, Hermione blinked in protest, groaning quietly. She turned her head the other way and burrowed it into the couch, trying her hardest to fall back asleep. The couch was warm. So warm. And it was moving. Hermione frowned in confusion and opened her eyes, looking up. She realized in horror that she was in Severus' lap. Thankfully there was a pillow under her head, she thought. She sat up slowly and stretched, her bones popping and cracking. She knew Severus would be stiff as a board being in the position he was in.

She snuck off to the bathroom to shower and change, quietly shutting his bedroom door so she wouldn't wake him. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door, stripping down and tossing the pajamas in the hamper for the house elves to take. Climbing into the shower, she turned the water on and sighed as it poured down over her body.

Severus had been pretending to sleep for the past six hours, so when Hermione had shut the door to his bedroom he sat up, groaning and stretching trying to unkink his entire body. He walked stiffly and tiredly into his bedroom and collapsed in his bed, pulling the sheet up over his body and burrowing his head in the pillows. He closed the curtains with a flick of his wand and relaxed, feeling his body loosen.

About fifteen minutes later Hermione crept into the dark bedroom in a towel, padding across the room to a duffel bag in the corner. She squatted down and dug through it in the darkness, confused because she could have sworn it was bright as day when she'd entered the room. She pulled out a pair of panties and a bra as well as a t-shirt and jeans. It was Saturday. No classes meant she could hide away all day if she wanted to.

Hermione dropped the towel and pulled on her panties and reached for her bra which she'd set on the edge of the bed. She frowned at it and tossed it at the duffel bag, barely missing it. She pulled her t-shirt on and climbed in the bed, deciding to catch a little bit of sleep while she could. After all, Severus was on the couch so he wouldn't mind, right?

She pulled the sheet up over her rear since she'd decided to sleep in a t-shirt and boyshorts and closed her eyes, groaning at the comforting softness of the mattress, "Merlin, I love this bed."

Severus' eyes popped open as she spoke and he sat up, "It appears we have both decided to climb into bed."

Hermione squealed, jumping out of the bed, "Merlin! You scared the pants off of me!"

"I can see that," Severus purred, a smirk sliding upon his lips. He couldn't help himself.

Hermione went beet red, "Oh, I'm quite sure mine isn't the only ass you've seen."

"It is, however, the most perfect," Severus shot back at her.

Hermione didn't know what to say. She was out of sarcastic comments to spew at him. She stood there for a moment before leaving the room rather quickly. Severus thought she wasn't coming back, however he saw that he was mistaken within seconds when she returned with pillows and his blanket. She spread it over the bed and climbed back in, lying down on her stomach.

"We are both adults and we are both tired. I think we can handle sleeping in the same bed," she spat.

Severus smirked at her, his heart racing and to his dismay his trousers tightening, "Yes, I think we can handle it."

Hermione closed her eyes, turning her head away from him. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was the first time she'd ever been in bed with a man, and that man was her professor. She didn't know what to do with herself.

She'd been fighting the same feelings Severus had been fighting for days, telling herself that it was ridiculous and wrong, but she couldn't seem to convince herself of that no matter how hard she tried.

They both lay there for at least an hour unmoving and not speaking. Severus finally opened his mouth, needing to break the silence, "What happens in this room doesn't leave this room. I hope you are aware of that."

Hermione heard his words and took them in, blinking in the darkness. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, not responding to him in any way. A few minutes passed and with shakiness she turned toward him, gazing into his eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

Severus stared back at her, "I mean exactly what I say, Miss Granger. What happens in this room doesn't leave it," he purred in his silky tone. It was the same voice he used on a daily basis to insult Hermione. Hermione was amazed to find that it sent shockwaves down her spine and between her legs.

She stared at him. She didn't know what to say. She chewed on her lip nervously, wanting desperately to do something, anything, but unaware of what would happen and unwilling to overlook the taboo. She was shy and she was virginal. Severus found this to be one of the most enticing parts of Hermione.

He suddenly pounced on top of her, rolling her on her back and trapping her hands under his on either side of her head. He stared down at her, his long black locks falling like a curtain on the side of her face. Hermione gasped in reaction, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gazed up at him in wonderment.

"W-what are you doing?" Hermione asked, her voice sounding so little and pitiful as it echoed in her ears.

Severus looked like a predator as he gazed down at her, unmoving, perched overtop of her, "I'm doing what I've been wanting to do for days," his voice was low and silky, "I'm taking you."

Hermione swallowed hard, chewing her lip. She was aching between her legs, her panties completely soaked and her nipples hard peaks. Her body was responding to him in such a fashion that she was unfamiliar with. She didn't know what to do, so she decided she would follow his lead.

Severus stared at her for a moment before lowering his head slowly, meeting her lips with his own. He kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding between her lips and meeting hers. They danced for a few moments in this beautiful kiss, Severus hardening and Hermione bucking up against him without even realizing what she was doing. It wasn't long before he was tearing at her panties with one hand, still holding her left hand down with the other.

He somehow managed to get them off and he slid inside of her with one smooth stroke, grunting at her tightness. He then realized as he was completely sheathed inside of her that she was a virgin. He paused for a moment, staring at the top of her head before he began to rock his hips, thrusting into her.

Hermione gasped loudly as he took her virginity, his large endowment filling her to bursting. She felt so incredibly full. As he began to move, however, the uncomfortable fullness turned to electricity as he slid in and out of her slowly, and she found herself meeting his thrusts. Soon he was pounding into her in an animalistic manner and she was moaning out his name with every thrust.

It didn't take long for her to feel a building of what felt almost like a sneeze… It was so intense and felt so damned good that when it exploded she jerked and arched and screamed out in pleasure. Severus came right along with her, thrusting hard into her a final time as he shot his seed deep within her womb.

They stayed in this position for a while, not speaking, just panting and recovering. Finally, Severus rolled over on the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling silently. He stayed this way for a few minutes before climbing out of the bed and pulling on his pants.

Hermione watched him silently, not really sure what to say. Her heart was pounding and she felt almost as if he was angry with her, but she wasn't sure why. She watched him dress and leave the room as quickly as his feet would carry him, and that would be the last time she saw him for the rest of the day.