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Hi from me! It's been quite a while since I posted a new SS/HG story on here, but here it is. I posted this a few weeks ago on AO3, but I didn't want to neglect the site where it all started for me, so here's this wicked little one-shot I loved writing. I'm back into fanfic with a vengeance!

But I will, from now on, only really post new works on AO3 (same penname). I'm also going to be moving all my fics over to AO3.

I have also *drum roll* got a brand new longer, slow-burn SS/HG called 'Captive' which I'm currently posting to AO3. It's three chapters in already with many more already drafted. It's dark, angsty and full of tension. I'm loving writing it. Do find me on AO3 for that. I'm also continuing to post Through a Glass Darkly on there, my Lumione WIP from years ago. There are new chapters of that up on AO3.

And, now over to Hermione and Snape ...

'I've always felt that if you add the bicorn horn in three goes, it has more effect, especially if it's been dried well in advance. When I've used it in Polyjuice before, I've found that –'

A hand slammed down on the desk next to Hermione, making even her flinch.

'I do not recall allowing chatter in my class, Miss Granger.'

She turned away from her classmate and looked up at the Potions Master, unafraid to meet his stare. 'I was simply offering some advice, Professor Snape. After all, I've -'

'Yes?' His eyebrow rose up dispassionately as he cut her off. He loomed over her as he stood tall in the familiar oppressive surroundings of the Potions classroom but it did not put her off.

'I've used Polyjoice Potion several times and have brewed it myself successfully on many occasions.'

'Spare me the self-aggrandisement, Miss Granger. It is, after all, so very … tedious.'

Hermione was not deterred. 'Professor, you should make use of expertise when it's on offer.'

The eyebrow rose higher. Snape crossed his arms slowly, and took a step towards her, looking down from his significant height. 'Should I indeed?'

'I'm hardly a novice, Professor.'

'No … but you are still … a student.'

'Barely.'

'Oh, and yet … you are. And I am your teacher. You would do well not to forget it.'

Hermione sighed a little and spoke softly, just for him. 'Professor, really … after all we've been through together …'

He gave a dismissive pout. 'What matters is the present, Miss Granger, and your constant vocalising is an annoyance, to others and to me. Stop … talking.'

His demand only infuriated her further. 'Or?'

'Detention.'

'Detention? Me?'

He gave a disdainful smirk. 'You really are insufferably arrogant. What makes you any different to the others?'

It was her turn to cross her arms and stare impassively. 'Umm, let's see … Because I'm a year older, I erased my parents' memory of me out of necessity, I've survived the Cruciatus curse, I've nearly died, I was on the run for months … and I helped rid the world of the most deadly wizard to ever live.'

He paced around and she thought he'd given up, but he stopped directly behind her and leaned in. She smelt his aroma, heady, fragranced with lavender smoke and patchouli. His words came low but assured into her ear. 'How impressive, Miss Granger. Do you expect applause? Commendation? Do you want me to put you on a pedestal and bow before you? Not. Here. Here, you are in my classroom and you will do what I tell you. And I tell you to … stop … talking.'

Hermione bit back her annoyance. She wanted to spin around to him, to give him another mouthful, but his words were having an unusual effect on her, an effect, she could only admit, she'd noticed a lot in recent months. One she'd tried very hard to banish. If she turned to him now, so close and real and present, if she looked into those dark eyes, she might confirm what she was trying so hard to deny.

She fancied Professor Snape.

Hermione bit her lip, kept her head firmly lowered and decided to get on with the task in hand. She glanced apologetically towards her work partner, who had been watching the whole exchange with open-mouthed disbelief, and dropped the bicorn horn into the cauldron with frustrated vigour. She kept her mouth shut for the rest of the lesson, not to comply with his demands, but so that she didn't attract more attention from him.

As she was finding, the more that Severus Snape paid attention to her, the harder it was to pretend she was disinterested.

After the lesson, she gathered her books, not wanting to stick around. But she made the mistake of glancing up at him as he stood imperiously before his desk. He was staring directly at her. For a moment, she was rooted to the spot. Her heart caught in her chest and she forgot to breathe.

But, coming to her senses, Hermione turned quickly on her heels and hurried from the room and straight to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Shit! Shit shit shit. Why now?

She'd never thought of him like this before, she'd never had the inconvenience of fancying the wrong person. And now this. And him.

She dreaded going to dinner but knew she'd have to. Due to her age (she was nearly twenty, after all) and all she'd been through, she'd been afforded privileges back at school: her own room, a seat at High Table, freedom to roam the castle and grounds as if she was a member of staff. She'd only come back to sit her NEWTs and most teachers didn't even expect her to attend lessons. But he did. Snape made it clear time and again that she was still very much his student.

After all she knew about him now, she almost admired his ability to maintain the distant detachment he'd always exhibited. But since she'd been back, knowing what she knew, having gone through all she had … he was now so damned … attractive.

She threw herself down on her bed with a huff and stared above her.

'Damn him!' she exclaimed. All she could see was that long face, dark eyes, black hair, and all she could hear was that voice … that low, slow, beautiful, hypnotic, gorgeous rich voice.

She almost screamed in frustration.

The only thing that reassured her was that he wasn't remotely interested in her.

Was he?

But why had he been staring at her like that earlier? For the first time she saw …

No. Don't.

Hermione sat up, forcing herself to think of anything except him. Supper soon. She'd talk to Flitwick; he'd distract her.

-xoOox-

Hermione was seated at the far end of high table on the corner so that she had a view down the length of the table. She did talk to Flitwick. A lot. She babbled away at him almost unstoppably until she noticed the Charms Professor's eyes glazing over.

And always in her line of vision she was aware of a black clad figure seated down the table. She daren't look directly at him, but if she did, she knew what she'd find: he would be staring straight back at her.

Oh God, it was thrilling. She couldn't pretend otherwise.

There were drinks in the staff common room afterwards. Hermione rarely went. Nearly all the staff treated her as one of them, but she preferred her own company. Snape rarely went either. She wondered if he would tonight and, despite her best intentions, she decided to poke her head around the door.

'Ah! Miss Granger!' exclaimed Slughorn as soon as she entered. He immediately placed a glass of flameport in her hand. 'How good to see you. How goes it? Nearly at the end, eh? I can't see you troubling the examiners much though. An academic exercise, nothing more.'

'Well, let's hope so, Professor,' replied Hermione. She glanced around and her stomach lurched.

He was there. Snape stood at the far end of the room in conversation with McGonagall. It took him only an instant to notice her and for a time their eyes were locked. Should she go over? Not go over? McGonagall was one of the few members of staff she actually wanted to talk to, if truth be told.

Slughorn was asking about Harry.

'Umm … yes, he's doing well. He's in Romania at the moment,' she muttered distractedly.

'Ah, excellent. He'll continue to do well whatever he chooses. You know, I really do think that –'

'Professor, I'm sorry, will you excuse me? There's a matter I need to discuss with Professor McGonagall.'

And she hurried off, leaving Slughorn mumbling in her wake.

She took a gulp of flameport and walked up.

Minerva turned to her with a smile. 'Ah, Hermione, I'm so pleased you've joined us. I must say it's very rare either you or Severus are here. To what do we owe the pleasure?'

She laughed awkwardly. 'Well, I just thought I should, you know, try to … and, umm … yeah … How are you Professor McGonagall?' She glanced his way. 'And … Professor Snape?'

'Oh, please, dear, after everything … it's just Minerva now.'

'Well, if you're alright with that … Minerva.'

McGonagall turned to her colleague. 'I'm sure you feel the same way, Severus? Hermione doesn't need to call us by our titles any longer?'

At first he didn't respond. She glanced up at him. He was looking down at her so intensely she nearly stumbled. 'She should call me whatever … comes most naturally.'

McGonagall pursed her lips and changed the subject. 'Have you got somewhere to live next year, my dear? The Ministry will help with expenses, you know.'

'Yes, it's a flat in Muggle London but it's near the Ministry so close to work.'

McGonagall turned back to the Potions Master. 'Severus, how often are you up at the Ministry?'

Hermione knew he worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as well. He divided his time between there and Hogwarts. Most people had been surprised when he'd returned to teaching at all.

'Two days a week. It will increase next year.'

McGonagall tutted. 'Don't tell me I'll need to find another Potions Master?'

'The time will come eventually.'

Hermione could barely breathe. She could feel his eyes upon her.

'Ah well, if it must be, it must. We're lucky we've still got you after all. Excuse me, you two, I must catch Sybil.'

And Hermione found herself alone with her Potions Master.

At first neither spoke, but then, the low tones sounded.

'Did you enjoy your lengthy chat with Flitwick over dinner?' he asked.

She glanced up. 'What do you mean?'

'I saw you. You scarcely drew breath. Perhaps you were making up for being denied in my lesson.'

'That was rude of you earlier. There was no need.'

'It's not for you to decide. My classroom, my rules.'

Despite the attraction, he still had the power to infuriate her. 'Is that why you're still here? You like to exert control? Like to make people obey, to feel your power?'

His eyes narrowed. 'Miss Granger … do you really feel the need to say such rubbish? After all that's happened.'

She dropped her head, blushing in shame. He was right. She knew him better than that, but still …

'I guess it's just me then.'

'What?' he said.

'Me … that you like to exert control over … Professor Snape.'

She stared up, her nostrils flared to draw in sharp breaths. He didn't reply but she noticed his eyes move to her lips. She couldn't help it – her tongue darted out slightly to dampen them.

And suddenly, he left. Without a word, his robes billowing behind him, Snape paced past her and out of the room.

And instead of relief, she was bereft. Had she angered him that much? Had she blown any chance?

What? she found herself thinking madly. A chance? Is that what she wanted? What the hell was she thinking?

He knew they were playing a game as much as she did, surely. Had she gone too far? Exposed his vulnerabilities? Exposed his truth?

She took another gulp of flameport. It burned her throat. She didn't mind. She downed the rest.

The staff were starting to disperse. She said a few more goodbyes and left the room.

There were several staff still chatting outside. She stepped to the side to avoid them and as she passed a narrow side corridor, a hand encircled her arm and she was pulled into the corridor and then around another corner into a dark alcove.

She gave a slight yelp of surprise and was pushed against the wall, not hard, but there was no doubting the force and intent. Her escape was well and truly blocked by the person before her, still gripping her arms, but she had no intention of escaping as the man before her was Severus Snape.

'What are you doing?' she spat, her eyes alight, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'You can't go pushing me around like that.' Although, if truth be told, she'd loved him pushing her around like that.

He had braced one hand on the wall between her and the corridor and glanced towards it now. Voices could be heard still chatting beyond. He looked back at her and brought his other hand up, raising a single finger and placing it before his lips to silence her.

'This is madness,' she declared. 'Someone could've seen, someone could've heard.'

Now he moved his finger from his lips to hers, placing it straight against her mouth, pressing in. She gasped.

'You really do talk far too much, Miss Granger. I've told you many times before and yet … you do not listen.'

He was staring down at her, and his hand moved to cup her chin. The finger was replaced by his thumb which now rubbed idly over her lips. She opened them slightly and he pushed in more so that he caught the dampness.

'Oh … I do listen, Professor,' she murmured.

He was lowering his head to hers. She'd never wanted anything so much in her life. All those years, all those lessons, all that knowledge. Here. Now.

'How am I going to shut you up, Miss Granger … hmm?'

And his lips were on hers.

He kissed her slowly at first, closed mouthed, but his lips were warm and soft and she soon needed more. It was Hermione who deepened the kiss. She parted her lips a little and felt him respond. Pressing against him, she curled her arms up around his neck and pulled him closer. He took and gave instantly, kissing with more urgency, opening her lips further with his, testing, tongue teasing.

She sighed into him, breaking away only to breathe, 'More.'

Her hands were already on his shoulders, pushing his robes off. She moved quickly to his coat and all those buttons. Her desire was sudden and unstoppable. Hermione kept undoing the buttons while turning her head up. He kissed her again, cupping her head in his hands, holding her against him desperately.

She scrabbled at the buttons. As sexy as they were, she now found there were far too many.

Hermione broke away from the kiss in her frustration. 'Oh God, help me with these!'

'I thought you were patient, Miss Granger.'

'Not now. I want you, I want you so much.'

With a wave of his hand, the rest of the buttons parted and she quickly pushed his coat off in relief.

'My turn,' he said and took hold of her shirt, pulling it up and off. She stood before him in her bra, and he stared down at her with focused reverence. His eyes followed the progress of his hand as it ran up her arm, along her shoulder and then down, stroking along the rise of her breasts, until he pushed his fingers inside a cup and slipped under the heavy breast, lifting, squeezing the merest amount, feeling and learning. His thumb grazed the nipple and she sucked in with pleasure.

Hermione reached around and unhooked her bra quickly, letting it fall to the ground. He soon brought both his hands to her breasts, cupping them, plying them, before he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.

'Oh God, yes, yes, please, yes,' she sighed.

He licked, slow but greedy, and closing his lips around it again, he sucked, tugging the hard nub deep into his mouth.

Hermione stared up at the ceiling. She was having her tit sucked by Professor Snape. And it was fucking heavenly! Her hands moved instinctively to his dark hair and she held him upon her, pushing ever fuller into his mouth.

Meanwhile, his right hand had slipped down over her hip and was gathering up her skirt. He worked his fingers to her underwear and, as he moved to give equal attention to her other breast, he slipped them down inside.

It was almost too good. And when his fingers slid down until the long middle digit glided right over her clit, it was.

'Oh my God!' she sobbed, unsure if she could survive it, let alone process it. He lifted his head from her breast and stared into her.

'Look at me.'

She met his gaze as his finger grazed down further, sliding through her wet heat. He exhaled sharply as he met the slickest confirmation of her lust for him.

Snape stroked, circling and rubbing in the most perfect way to build her pleasure. When she mewled too loudly, he'd push his fingers further, curling them under then pushing up into her. Hermione ground onto them, wanting more and more of him inside her. But he'd torment her, alternating between pumping them up into her and rubbing over her clit, which was so primed he quickly brought her to the edge.

But suddenly, just before she could fall, he removed his hand completely and started to remove the belt on his trousers.

She threw her hands above her head and waited, staring down expectantly. He soon burst out.

Hermione's mouth fell open unbidden. She'd wondered if the myth was true and if the size of his nose would be in proportion to another part of his anatomy. Suffice to say, it really was true, and then some.

'Oh my God,' she said, not entirely unliterally.

Snape responded by kissing her again, deep and urgent, stroking her wet heat again, pushing her legs apart in readiness.

'Do you want this?' he asked, deep, just for her.

She nodded.

'You're certain?'

She almost sobbed. 'Yes, yes, Professor. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.'

He was holding his cock, stroking the head along her. She bent at the legs, trying to find it and ease it into her.

'As have I,' he continued. 'You've inhabited all my desires, Miss Granger. All of them.'

Still he called her that. She responded in kind.

'Please, please, sir.'

Whatever comes most naturally …

And he pushed up into her. Her head was thrown back and she groaned aloud.

He pushed again, higher, deeper, pulling her leg forcefully up around him to ease his path. She settled down onto his cock and he exhaled slow against her shoulder.

Slowly, Snape lifted his head and their eyes met. They were joined, complete. There were still voices from the hallway beyond but he started to move now, slowly pulling out before thrusting hard in again to fill her.

'Oh fuck!' she cried. 'That's so good, oh God, Professor, that's all I ever wanted.'

He did it again with a harsh groan of his own.

'More, oh God, more,' she said. 'Let me feel it, let me feel it all.'

He pushed up, gripping her backside hard, digging his fingers in so hard she'd bruise.

'Want it,' she murmured. 'Want you, want you … fuck me, oh God fuck me –'

And with that he clamped his hand hard over her mouth. She was robbed of her words, robbed almost of her breath.

In the silence between them, she heard the voices just along from them. He glanced towards them then moved his dark eyes back to hers. Snape pressed his hand yet harder against her lips, so hard her teeth grazed him. He leant in closer, held her eyes in his and said, 'I told you, Miss Granger – Stop – talking.'

And with that he went at her, fucking her so hard she would later find scrapes along her back from the stone of the wall.

With each stroke, he'd catch her clit, ripe and full from his previous attentions. He filled her so perfectly, he stretched her, he completed her.

Snape's hand remained clamped on her mouth. She could still breathe but the constriction of it gave her a thrill which she fed off. He pressed his hand down brutally and she dragged in breaths through her nose. Beautiful brutality; she was so close.

He lifted his gaze to hers again, his mouth slack with his own pleasure.

'Come for me, witch,' he said. 'Come hard for me.'

She needed nothing else. When his cock rammed deep up into her one more time, she broke. Her eyes flared and pleasure took hold violently. It raged through her and if he hadn't been gagging her she would have screamed it out. But this time she took it all. Her vocalisation, contained within her, only fed the ecstasy which continued its rampage through her limbs, making her shudder on him.

'Yes, yes … there … I feel it, I feel you … I … coming, coming … Hermione …' And he thrust twice again and burst into her, his voice morphing to a low moan of pure pleasure.

Severus muffled his groan against her breast as his cock released high and deep into her.

Even when the last of their pleasure had left them, they didn't move, they couldn't. His hand at last dropped from her mouth and they stood, panting, limp against each other.

At length, he slackened and slipped from her. Hermione could no longer hold herself up and slid down the wall to sit slumped against it, her legs askew, her hair unruly, her lips kiss-swollen and ruddy.

Snape rebuttoned his coat and put his robes back on. He looked down at her and she could manage no more than a lazy, sex-sated grin.

He let the corner of his mouth tick up slightly and then held his hand down to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet with effortless strength. She fell against him with a gasp.

'Stay here for ten minutes after I leave. And then come to my rooms,' he instructed. 'Ensure no one sees you enter. Do you understand?'

She nodded.

He turned to go but just as he was about to take the corner, he stopped, looked back at her, was at her in two long strides and kissed her with searing passion again.

Then, after a devouring kiss which robbed her of breath, with a final look, he turned and left.

For once, Hermione Granger was lost for words.

Oh, Professor, you've still got it.

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