Hermione's To-Do List

As Hermione prepared to meet with Severus, she was full of mixed emotions. On the one hand she was overjoyed, as this was her very first session with her very first client. On the other hand, she was going to be with Severus... in private...

In his chambers...

Alone...

Hermione was uncertain as to how she was going to deal with this situation, and more importantly, how her traitorous body would react to being so near that hunk of an egotistical, son of a bitch bastard.

She had been so desperate to get away from him on Saturday morning. It had been like she couldn't trust herself to be in the same room with him. Her body had been on fire. She'd been so turned on that she could've used her body to power her own Muggle vibrator.

'I'm a grown woman; I should be able to control my body better than this. I can't allow him to affect me this way. My God, I'm a Therapist, a Sex Therapist at that! I know the art of seduction, I know all about temptation, desire, need and want. And for all that I know, I need to learn self-control and restraint!'

Why the hell was she attracted to the git, anyway? For years, while she'd been in school, the boys had referred to him as 'the greasy git of the dungeons,' and while she abhorred speaking ill of those in authority who deserved respect simply by their station and position, secretly Hermione had been in agreement. Professor Snape had treated her badly.

Then again, he treated everyone badly. He was an 'Equal Opportunity Bastard.'

It was not easy for her to understand why she had fallen for Severus; maybe with some therapy, the epidemiology of her current Snape Obsession could be analyzed and dissected like an illness waiting to be cured. Self-psychoanalysis was wrought with complications of counter-transference, where the therapist was unable to delineate what was fact and emotion based on her own experiences instead of those of her client.

'Am I attracted to him because of his physical attributes or because he reminds me of a former lover with whom I have unfinished emotional ties?'

'Consciously, I don't know the answer to this question. He may remind me of someone that I used to know or that I currently know. He doesn't remind me of my father; at least, I don't think so. My father is kind, gentle, and warm. He is engaging and strong in his own quiet way. Severus is almost the antithesis of Dad. He is rude, rough, and cold. He is detached and powerful.'

'That is it, isn't it?'

Hermione's dad and Severus were alike in the most basic and fundamental ways. They were both powerful figures in her life. Her dad, the most powerful man in her life while growing up, could do anything and everything. He, with his gentle nature, kept her safe and made her feel protected. Severus, in his days as double-agent, also kept her safe and made her feel protected. Maybe not the warm and fuzzy protection she felt with her father, but she knew him to be a strong and powerful wizard, whose mission was to protect the side of Light while maintaining himself, ensconced in the dangerous liaisons of the Dark.

So, while psycho-analysis on oneself is not the wisest of actions, Hermione felt fairly confident that she had located the genesis of her attraction to Severus. And while some of the "ick" factor remained ingrained into her psyche regarding little girls falling in love with their fathers, it was a professional's understanding that fathers are the first loves of their little girls... if Freud was to be believed.

'This is what happens with one too many psychology classes. I must really be in a bad way.'

~*~

As Hermione prepared to dress for her first session with her client, well, not so much her client, but with Severus, who was pretending not to be the client, but who in reality was her client, while pretending to be the messenger for the real client, who was Remus, who in actuality was not the real client, but the unsuspecting ruse for the real client, who was Severus, who was the object of her affections, but who she couldn't let on to that she desired him nor could she let on that he was the true object of her treatment...

And all of this drama for a shag.

No, Hermione was not looking for love, for romance, or for marriage. She was looking to bed the professor. He had been on her 'To-Do' list since seventh year. Having lost her virginity to Ron's fumbling, she'd begun experimenting with Harry, who at first had been mortified but thankfully had come around to Hermione's explanation of her need to practice and improve her skills. He was soon as concerned with his performance and his need to practice and improve as she was. They were both very studious, but were quick to acknowledge their need to remain friends and not form any romantic relationship. This arrangement worked out very well for both parties, and since the summer after seventh year, they had not engaged in any other experimentation. She'd gone to America and Harry had remained at Grimmauld Place.

While these experiences with Harry had been educational and occasionally satisfying, she desired the touch of an experienced man. With all of her experimentation with Harry and her experiences throughout college, she had only had a handful of orgasms. It frightened her to think that she may never experience a fulfilling sex life. Her daydreams of Severus Snape had never waned since seventh year. Her favorite fantasy involved the Potions master and his beautiful, slender fingers massaging her core, bringing her to complete satisfaction time and time again.

He had been on her 'To-Do' list since then, and it was time to check off this item as completed.

To do so, she was determined to make him squirm for her. To desire her so deeply that he would rue the day he decided to manipulate and lie to her.

The contract had been completed and signed by Severus earlier that day via owl. She had made sure to charge him some additional expenses for preparation and travel for off-site sessions. She wanted Severus to pay figuratively and literally, and tonight she would earn her first Galleons, which she imagined mounting on her office wall, similar to what her parents had done when they'd earned their first pound.

~*~

With her Gryffindor courage firmly attached to her psyche, Hermione entered her Floo, head held high and chest forward. She called Severus's address and arrived before she could say 'Quidditch'.

"Hi, Severus!" Hermione said with a forced joviality designed to cover her anxiety.

"Hermione, what a pleasure to see you," Severus said with a deep, silky, yet sweet tone that did nothing for Hermione but remind her of the false prophet before her. "Please do come in."

'There goes that man again! This is not the Severus that wets my panties. He is supposed to be surly, arrogant, and powerful. That is his charm. That is what has me changing underwear more times than I brush my teeth. I want my egotistical bastard back!'

"Why, thank you, Severus. First off, I'd like to thank you for signing our contract and returning it to me so quickly. Your professional courtesy is truly appreciated," Hermione stated as she followed Severus' nonverbal message for her to seat herself where she desired.

Hermione chose to sit in one of the lounger chairs flanking the fireplace after noticing Severus claiming the other. 'This is a wonderful environment to conduct a session,' Hermione thought, as it seemed peaceful, uncluttered, and without distractions or, hopefully, intrusions.

Before Hermione could begin talking, Severus stood up, removed his wand from his sleeve and began warding his chambers.

Hermione heard the odd squelching noise accompanied by a Colloportus Charm sealing the door to his chambers. Among other charms, Hermione heard Severus cast the Furnunculus. Apparently he wanted any eavesdroppers to suffer boils. What a strange man.

Severus added the Imperturbable Charm, which was more customary for someone preventing eavesdropping; next he cast the Langlock, as another one of his strange attempts to make the eavesdropper suffer by fusing their tongue to the roof of their mouth. Hermione remembered that spell from sixth year, one of the many spells Harry had learned from his borrowed Potions textbook that, as it turned out, originally belonged to Snape. Severus added the Muffliato, another self-invented spell, a room-sealing spell, a Stealth Sensory Spell, which was placed on the door, and he topped it off with a Toenail-Growing Hex, designed to affect anyone within two meters of his door.

He truly was a paranoid man.

"Are you through now, Severus?" Hermione asked after what seemed like an eternity of watching this man ensure his privacy from witches, wizards, and apparently from any rodent or insect that happened by this way.

"Yes, ma'am. I would in no way allow anyone to know that I am in therapy, as of course it is not for me, but for Remus."

"And if it ever was for you, would you have something against therapy?" Hermione asked him, partly teasing and partly wanting to know what he truly felt about her profession of choice.

"Those with mental disorders, Miss Granger, belong in St. Mungo's, to be treated with Shock Spells." There was the Severus she knew. The bastard was coming around.

"Well, as you have no doubt prepared for our sessions, we should get started," Hermione mentioned as she took the proffered tea from Severus. "Before we begin, it is important for you to become comfortable with me and comfortable with my ability to assist you... I mean, Remus. Please know that I will answer any and all questions you may have now or later. My goal is to be of assistance to you... I mean, Remus."

"You, of course, know me, but you may not know that despite being a fairly new Psychologist, I have studied under an experienced therapist for the last three years, where I have served as the primary therapist for men, women, and couples." Hermione was so caught up in her little prepared speech that, while she doubted that Severus gave a crap about her experiences, she found that he was listening intently.

"Muggle?" Severus asked.

"Um, well, mostly Muggle, yes, but I did provide therapy for a married wizarding couple and helped them to achieve sexual intimacy."

"Why would a couple need to seek outside assistance for intimacy? It seems like a very simple thing to grab the wife and take her."

Hermione immediately dreaded being there. This was the Severus that she wanted. She wanted this powerful and controlling wizard. She was a powerful witch in her own right, but something about his primitive masculine nature made her squeak with excitement as the sexual tension built in her. She was never one to be subservient or even to engage in S&M, but it seemed where Severus was concerned, she wanted him to have her, own her, take her and make her his. With him, she embraced her newly found sexual deviance.

"Sexual intimacy with a couple would revolve around what each person wants, needs, and desires. I then work with the couple to find a delicate balance between both of their wants, desires and needs. True sexual intimacy requires both partners to give pleasure and receive pleasure. 'Taking the wife,' as you put it, may or may not be what the wife desires."

"I understand, you may continue."

"Well, before we continue with our first session, do you have any questions of me to help you feel more comfortable with the process?"

"I have no questions, you may continue."

Hermione was getting nervous. He was passively involved. It seemed like all he wanted to do was kick back, relax, and be fixed. She decided to continue, as she was in a bit of a fix herself. This was her first real session, no supervisor to fall back on, nothing to guide her but her own education, experiences, and wits.

"First, I'd like to explain my role, and our journey together in this process. The psychology field recognizes that an active sex life is both an enjoyable and an important element of a healthy relationship. However, sometimes people encounter sexual problems at some point in their lives, preventing them from enjoying a fulfilling sexual relationship. There are lots of physical and emotional reasons why this can happen, such as stress, tiredness, illness, family and work pressures, and even a new baby. One or more of these reasons can be the genesis of your problems. I mean, Remus' problems. Lots of people find that their problems are time limited and don't last long. I am here to help you regain satisfaction with your sexual relationship... I mean, Remus' sexual relationship... thus reducing the length of your disorder. I'm sorry, I mean Remus' disorder. Oh, Severus, this is so confusing!"

With an exasperated look that mimicked hers, Severus agreed, "Yes, this is quite confusing, I agree."

"Well, it would help me to know that Remus would be getting most of my treatment, but to be honest, Severus, as it looks, you are not taking any notes. How can you effectively translate to him what I am sharing with you?"

"Ah, yes, of course, I have taken that into account and it seems logical to me that in order for Remus to get the full effect, he will have to experience it just as I am now."

"Um, well, yes, I agree, but Remus was adamant that I not know..."

"I have decided that after each session, I will save my memories in a Pensieve so that he can 'be here' and get their full effect."

"That's brilliant, Severus!" Hermione feigned her excitement. She was getting good at this.

"Yes, of course." Severus said with what Hermione perceived as his usual sense of self-importance. Normally this would be one of the things that made her horny as a banshee, but she knew that underneath this normal Snape-esque attitude lay a self-serving, lying bastard who was giving her the performance of his life. Well, she just wasn't going to allow him to get to her.

"Just one thing. While this is a vast improvement, please help him understand that he is still not getting the full effect, as therapy is an exchange of information, a conversation. It must be a give and take. And while he will receive my 'giving', I am unable to truly give to him what he deserves. Do you understand?"

"I'm not clear, would you please stop beating around the bush and be upfront, woman!" Severus was getting frustrated, and Hermione couldn't be more pleased. If getting him this upset was this simple, then her job was going to be super easy.

"With therapy, in order for me to help him improve his functioning, I would have to ask him questions and hear his answers in order to determine what direction to take next. In order to give Remus what he needs to get better, I will have to treat you as I would him. But you must have the answers to my questions as best you can determine Remus' situation to be."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand! I thought we already agreed to this? The first session is half-way through, and we haven't even begun yet!"

"I can understand your frustration, though let me ease your mind by saying that the first session is typically longer than the rest," Hermione placated Severus, though she enjoyed seeing him seethe.

"Okay, well then, let's continue. Our sessions will take place weekly, for as long as we need to, with the understanding that it may take longer due to our unique circumstances..." Severus cut off Hermione in mid-sentence.

"Hermione, if I am to show these memories to Remus, he must not be aware that you are aware that I am not the intended patient. Please refrain from acknowledging that I am not the identified patient, although I appreciate your clear understanding that I could never be in that position."

"I think, Severus, that your proposal is sound and would make my job that much easier. I will treat you as my patient completely and I, of course, understand that you are a complete functioning male without inhibitions, let alone dysfunction. I've done nothing but think of you for the last several days." Hermione created a shy and demure facial expression sure to elicit impure thoughts on his part.

"Yes, well," Hermione heard Severus' obvious gulp as he suppressed his desire, "I am flattered, but we are here to get IT working again, so please get on with it."

"You mean get Remus functioning again, don't you?"

"Hermione, while you are perfectly aware that I am a sexual being, desirable and fully functional, I am here for Remus yet I must pretend to be something that I am not, and that is confusing enough without you adding to it."

"Very well." Hermione shifted in her seat, crossed her legs and allowed the material to gently cascade away and expose her knee and part of her upper and lower thigh. "Severus, if you have no further questions, please allow me to describe our journey together."

Hermione noticed Severus looking underneath the cross of her legs where the material had exposed her thigh. She was careful to scrub her body with scrubbing salts to smooth her skin. She also removed her hair, oiled her skin and wore no panties. She was ready for the art of seduction.

"I am here, Severus, to help you achieve harder and lasting erections. You are not the first and will not be the last wizard to be affected by Erectile Dysfunction. More than half of men over forty have difficulties getting or maintaining an erection. Our job together will be to figure out the genesis of the problem and work through it together in order to free your mind and body to become fully functional again so that you can enjoy your time with your witch, and your time alone during your self-pleasuring.

"A satisfied wizard has no need for self-pleasuring, Miss Granger." Severus' purr shot straight to Hermione's core.

"Yes, well, it is perfectly normal for people to engage in masturbation. It is pleasurable and only requires your hand and some personal time. It is an opportunity to think only of you. It allows one to reduce stress with the most pleasurable of releases." Hermione looked at Severus through her thick lashes, created a believable blush, and added, "I find masturbation most pleasurable, and I freely engage in this behavior as often as I can. It allows me to wake up in the morning refreshed and ready for a new day, it gives me renewed vigor in the afternoons, and allows me to go to bed and have a deep and relaxing sleep."

Hermione was pleased to notice a dumbfounded look on Severus' face as if he'd been hit with the Confundus Charm, "Hermione, that is three times a day."

"Yes, and where I can, I attempt to pleasure myself even more often. I enjoy sex, Severus, and I cannot always rely on having a partner to pleasure me. Even when I'm with a partner, I know my body better than he. I know how to touch myself, give myself that particular rub or pinch that would send me over the edge."

By this time Severus was practically salivating. His mouth was agape, and his hands were tightly tucked away underneath his robes in his groin. Whether IT responded to this banter or not, Severus was clearly excited.

"All of this is to say, Severus, that masturbation is a normal activity; it hurts no one and is most pleasurable. I can teach you how to pleasure yourself to obtain maximum satisfaction." Hermione seductively licked her lips, moistening them just so, and continued, "It requires the perfect touch that only you know, lubricants, and, on occasion, toys. Men often enjoy small vibrators that enter through the anus so that while they manually pleasure themselves, the vibrator stimulates the prostate, causing dramatic and wonderfully explosive orgasms. I've been witness to this, and it was all I could do not to become part of the fun," Hermione lied through her beautiful pearly whites. She had never shown anyone how to pleasure themselves, she had never pleasured herself as often as she described, and she had never violated her Code of Ethics, which prevented a therapist from doing anything other than talk therapy with their patients.

Severus looked like he was hyperventilating. Hermione assumed that under his robes, where his hands had sneaked to hide, he was working himself into a frenzy. This was too much fun, and since he was not verbally responding, she decided to continue.

In a deeper voice that clearly betrayed her arousal, Hermione continued, "I've also had the pleasure of helping another male with his impotence, and we started with an inspection. Although I am not a medical doctor, it is important for me to do an examination of the man's genitals, thus allowing me to identify any medical concerns. In his case, I did not find any medical issues, but I was pleased to notice his reaction to my touch. He was aroused and we pursued his arousal through to completion." At this convincing lie, Severus' eyebrows shot up, and Hermione continued as if not noticing. "As it turned out, he was not impotent but was just not happy in his current relationship. While in session, he did not experience any dysfunction, but with his partner he was unable to perform. After much therapy it became clear that he could not perform with her because he held some resentment toward her, well, for his own reasons. Soon, she joined our sessions, and I taught him how to pleasure her, and her to pleasure him, and soon he was functional in and out of session.

"As you see, Severus, part of my interaction with a client is an examination to determine the level and severity of his dysfunction. Shall we?"

"Shall we what, madam?" Severus looked like he was about to bolt out of his chambers, had he not warded them so effectively.

"An examination, Severus. It's an integral part of my treatment." At this statement, Hermione removed herself from her seat, and within two strides she was in front of Severus, hand extended, inviting him to allow her to pull him up and out of his chair.

To her shock and dismay, he allowed her to pull him up! Hermione didn't know what to do. She had never given anyone an inspection and wouldn't even know how to begin an inspection. She could not allow her Gryffindor courage to wane. She was a lioness, and she had to be brave with the master of Slytherin cunning and deceit.

Swallowing hard and shaking lightly, Hermione asked Severus to disrobe and thankfully, he refused. Hermione did not know what she would have done had he followed her direction. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, but she still had plans to make him suffer.

"Severus, please, I assure you that in order for me to begin treatment, we need to conduct an examination."

"Just what are you looking for? I can provide you with the information you seek."

"Well, that is not nearly as thorough as we need to be, but we shall continue as best we can. You will need to stand up, expose yourself and follow my instructions. I shall turn around to provide you with a modicum of privacy."

Hermione turned around and focused on the painting above the fireplace of the Slytherin crest. As she looked at the crest, she imagined her Gryffindor lion swallowing the snake whole and licking her fingers. Yes, she intended to swallow his snake and win this battle. And in the end, she hoped there was enough of the snake left to swallow in the most pleasurable of ways.

"Hermione, what would you like to know?" Severus said, quite exasperated.

Pulled out of her fantasy, Hermione responded with the beginning guess of her examination. "Severus, first, is there any marked difference in your genitalia?"

"No."

"Are you circumcised?

"Yes."

"Okay, please follow my instructions carefully and maneuver your hands as if they were mine. Ready?"

"Yes."

"Imagine my holding onto your penis and beginning to rub your shaft from tip to base over the top, and from the bottom – base to tip. I am... Severus, are you moving your hands as I've instructed?

"Yes."

"Next I rub the tip of your penis, around and around, feeling for anything odd, any bumps, abrasions, or stiffness or thickening of the epidermis. Next, simulate the same motions over and around your testes. Are you doing it?"

"Yes."

"Do you find anything out of sorts?"

"No."

"Next, I must understand if you are responsive. With my touch, I would need to examine you for sexual stimulation."

"And just how do you plan on doing that, Miss Granger?" Severus purred, and Hermione immediately became concerned for her maintaining command of her body, as he sounded quite stimulated already.

"Severus, I will close my eyes if I must. Please walk toward me and I will complete the examination. I promise to be quick."

It seemed like an eternity before Hermione heard another noise in the well-warded room. It was just their breathing, keeping her aware that she was not alone, and that both were quite stimulated. An examination seemed for naught at the present. She kept quiet, waiting for Severus to make a decision. Her life seemed like it was in his hands at the moment. Her courage was waning, and she was now dependent on the snake's next move.

Hermione, with her eyes closed, turned around upon hearing Severus walk toward her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he guided her toward him, and his hand held her steady. With his other hand, he gently grabbed her right hand and motioned it toward his body. Hermione was shaking, and she knew that he knew. As much as she wanted to conceal her discomfort, there was no hiding her anxiety as she waded in new, treacherous waters.

Hermione felt the heat radiating off of his body, and it felt like together they could melt the polar caps. She reached out and found his shaft, and she was surprised to find it hard and waiting for her touch. Hermione's heart immediately panicked and wondered if her theory had been correct. The physical evidence was clear, he was standing before her with no evidence of dysfunction.

"Severus, um, before I..." she could hardly breathe but fought herself to continue, "now that I am here and touching... I mean examining you, please allow me to do the initial exam before the final stimulation test."

"I will allow it."

Remembering the instructions she had given him to follow, using her both hands, she immediately began feeling his genitals for any obvious abnormalities. After gaining her breath back, her mind seemed to clear, and she decided that, hell, since she was in this situation, and she literally held him in the palm of her hands, she was going to enjoy him.

Her maneuvers were slow and deliberate. During her examination, though her eyes remained closed, she realized that at some point she had bent down on her knees to ease her movements. His body was mere inches from her face and, although attempting to feign clinical maneuvers, she was enjoying herself and was certain the blush on her face betrayed her. Impressed she was with what she felt. She wasn't an expert in terms of size for a man, but in her limited experiences, she was certain that he was the largest man she had ever held in her hands.

"What to do now, Miss Granger?" Severus said in such a low and husky voice that it was difficult to concentrate on anything other than taking him in her mouth. That would make an interesting stimulation test indeed. But Hermione was stumped. What stimulation test could she employ that would keep her cover while making it interesting for both?

"Although I haven't seen you, from my touch, I find no abnormalities present. Has there been any change in color?"

"No change."

"Um, well, Severus, as you are in an aroused state..."

"Yes, I've noticed."

"I'm sorry, I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable with this process."

"You have not, but I thought that was part of your examination? Does this mean that you are finished?"

Hermione was about to say that she indeed was finished with her examination, but it became clear that the phallus she held in her hand, while aroused, held some extra skin at the base and was not as hard as she suspected it could become. Serving as confirmation that Severus was indeed the friend she'd suspected him to be all along, she decided to prolong her examination and see it through the final test.

Hermione felt a deep sense of lust arise in her knowing that the large penis she felt in her hands had the potential to become even larger. This man was a girl's favorite dream, and she was determined to see him.

"Severus, to complete our examination, please relax and I will stimulate you to get a clear understanding of your ability to obtain and maintain an erection."

"Shall we go to a more comfortable position, Hermione?"

"Yes, of course, may I open my eyes?"

"No, but let me guide you." Severus held her hand as she stood up, and he slowly walked her around and to the side of the lounge. He pressed her gently back, and she sat on the sofa, and he soon followed sitting next to her.

"Is this comfortable for your stimulation test?"

"Um, yes it is, thank you."

With her eyes closed, she reached out and found Severus' arm, and she slowly followed his arm up toward his chest. She languidly ran her hand down his chest, taking time to stimulate his nipples to hardened peaks. Seeking her prize, she delved lower and lower until she found his aroused shaft. She sat closer to him with her body turned toward him and found a rhythm she was comfortable with. She was wet in anticipation of having him inside her, but knew that today was not to be the day. She squirmed in place, trying to find her own pleasure. Before she knew it, both of them were panting heavily, and she took the chance to take a peek at what she had been privileged to feel but not see. He was glorious to her. It was amazing to see this man, exposed and aroused by her hand. All she wanted was to rise up on her knees, lift her dress and take him deeply. Her own gyrations became erratic as she found herself at the crest of her own orgasm, and before she came down from her climax, she felt the warm ooze of Severus' orgasm on her hand. She continued her ministrations more slowly to ensure that he was fully sated, and then she stopped, although never removing her hands.

"And what, pray tell, have you learned, Miss Granger?" Severus asked as he removed her hand from his body and performed a Cleaning Spell on her hands.

"I have learned that you have no obvious medical issues of which to be concerned about, and that you are able to obtain and maintain an erection through to completion."

"So, how many is that for you today?"

"Pardon?" Hermione asked, still foggy from her own climax.

"Orgasms, Hermione. You had an orgasm. I was watching you, and it was rather exciting to see you touch me and find your own release. So, my question remains, how many is that for you today?"

"Oh, well, sorry about that. That is not supposed to happen. It's really not supposed to happen."

"While I allowed you your little game, Miss Granger, I would like to remind you that examining me was not needed nor warranted considering that Remus is your patient. Be clear that I allowed this for my own pleasure. Thank you, it was most agreeable." He was gloating as only he could. Hermione heard the dismissal and prepared to take her leave.

"Yes, of course." Hermione stood up and removed herself from his sofa while he remained seated. While smoothing down her dress to remove the wrinkles only she saw, she noticed the evidence of her climax on Severus' leather sofa. Severus followed her gaze and with a grin that bespoke of winning the grand prize, he used a finger to pick up as much moisture as the finger would hold and, to Hermione's surprise, brought it to his mouth and licked his finger clean.

Hermione looked at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes, and he approached her slowly. He brought his finger to her mouth and, in one motion, placed his finger in her mouth, mixed with her own juices and his climax. She hadn't noticed him scooping some of his own climax onto his fingers, but he had, she recognized the taste. Her immediate response was to take him, right then, forget the battle, forget winning this incessant game. She needed this man; she needed to check this off of her To-Do list.

Hermione flung herself at him, and they each began sucking on the other as if they would never find release with another. As Hermione began clawing at him to disrobe him, he held her hands taut, looked into her deep brown eyes and said, "This is enough, Miss Granger. Please return next week prepared to give Remus his second session, and please refrain from pawing me. Really, it is unbecoming and quite beneath you."

Smile firmly in place, Hermione realized what had happened. She felt like she once again held the upper hand. He initially allowed her to touch him because IT had responded. But now that he had climaxed, he was unable to obtain another erection. It was a typical reaction for a man with impotence. She flashed her bright smile at him and said, "This was most pleasurable, Severus. Thank you for your time; I shall return next Monday for our second session. Your homework, Severus..."

"Homework?"

"Yes, your homework is to bring yourself to completion, by yourself, a minimum of five times by the time we meet again in one week's time."

Hermione moved over to the Floo and said, "Goodnight, Severus, and when you see Remus, please tell him to expect an owl from me. I'd rather like to meet with him privately and perhaps attend to examining my real patient. Pleasant dreams."

And with that final blow, she was gone. This was going to be a long, drawn out game, but she intended to come out on top – literally and figuratively.

To Be Continued...

A/N:

1. As always, I must acknowledge Jackie, my first beta, and the Mighty Wartcap for the re-beta.

2. I'd also like to take time to acknowledge my friend SiriusWoman, who allowed me to think this story through and has given me some great ideas!

3. I want to apologize to any Therapist out there who reads this and is appalled by Hermione's behavior. All I can say is that this is a story! Get over it! A fictional story, and a fan fiction story to boot! I am a Therapist and while I would never go against my Code of Ethics, I am not Hermione. But, if Alan Rickman were my patient I would risk my license! Just kidding! ----- Well, not so much!

4. Can anyone guess anything interesting about the order of the Charms Severus placed on his chambers? COME ON! IT'S NOT HARD!

5. I hope no one is icked about my pairing Hermione with Ron and Harry in the past. I know a lot of SS/HG shippers don't like that. But hey, this is my story!

6. THANK YOU for reading and reviewing! You have all blown me away with this stories reception! I am grateful and humbled. No jokes here.

7. What will happen next? Will Hermione seek out Remus and perform an examination? How will she convince him? Will she use her wiles? Does she even have wiles?