Here We Are Then...

A/N: The rating for this fic is particularly (but not only) for this chapter. You have been warned.

Severus went to the bar earlier than was his usual habit. He was wearing a black v-neck cotton jumper and his black jeans; the black leather boots he usually wore under his teaching robes finished off his outfit. Severus had his Muggle wardrobe down pat, but despite his efforts to fit in, he still cut a striking figure as he walked around the town, causing many female hearts to beat a little faster. His dark hair was a statement in itself; his glittering, black eyes held mystery and untold depths, not to mention the way his jeans clung tightly to his nice, firm arse. He wasn't conventionally handsome, in the Rory sense, for instance, but he turned heads. And right now, he was turning the head of a certain ex-student who was walking down the steps into the bar, her heart in her throat as she caught sight of him.

'Oh, gods,' Hermione whispered under her breath. When did her Potions master get so attractive? The dim lighting that bounced off the mirror behind the bar put his profile into sharp relief, making his skin appear smooth, almost luminescent. His hair shone, and she noticed it almost reached his shoulders. It was much longer than she remembered it from school. Her eyes skimmed over his clothing, and she smiled slightly. Nice jumper. It was quite a snug fit, and she could see what promised to be a six-pack under the fabric. He was sitting on the same bar stool, and his jeans were pulled tight across his thighs.

Hermione's breath hitched in her throat, and she glanced down at herself quickly. Her black v-necked blouse was almost like a bodice, holding her in tightly at the waist. This subtely highlighted her décolletage, and it was sexy without being wanton. She was also wearing black skinny jeans, and she had tied her hair back with a black scrunchie, applying a little make-up to her eyes and lips for contrast. She found herself hoping he found her as attractive as she did him and laughed at herself. This was Severus she was thinking about, for goodness sake. He wouldn't look twice at her. Not in that way, anyway. Hermione made a mental note to use her vibrator later; she was horny as hell and needed to take the edge off it before she did something stupid. Like the one night stand the previous month. A smile twitched around her mouth. It was fun, she remembered. But it wasn't her usual practice, and she didn't want to make a habit of it.

Severus saw her approach out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her. He noticed her blouse immediately. No man would have been able stop himself from gazing at her delicious looking breasts, as they were almost begging for attention. Dragging his eyes away reluctantly, he caught her eye and tried to smile at her. The effect was lop-sided, but she responded with a wide grin.

'Hi!' she said brightly. 'What are you having?'

Severus openly looked her up and down. Hermione caught him looking at her and smiled.

'To drink, Severus,' she said softly.

'Whisky... it's passable here.' He waved his glass at the barman, who walked over to them. He was glad of the work; it was a slow night.

'Two whiskies, please.' Hermione smiled at him, and his eyes met hers. He grinned at her and walked over to the optic, glancing back over his shoulder.

Severus's eyes narrowed as he watched the barman flirting with Hermione.

'You seem to have a talent for picking up men in bars.' Severus glanced at her sideways.

Hermione bristled a little. 'I wish you would stop saying that. They only look at me because I'm on my own, and they think I am here for sex.' She smiled at him coldly and paid the barman without looking at him. 'I am not a whore, Severus. Let's sit at a table.'

Severus raised his eyebrow at her. 'I am content here.'

'With the barman eyeing me up like a piece of meat? I don't think so.' Hermione put her head in the air, lifted their drinks and walked over to a table in a darkened corner of the bar, sitting pointedly with her back to the barman and Severus.

He sighed deeply and shrugged his arse off his seat, walking over to where she was sitting, and he folded himself into the chair opposite. He looked at her slowly and lifted his glass, tipping it towards her.

'Your good health,' he murmured.

Hermione stared at him. Gods, he was gorgeous. Why hadn't she noticed that before? Her hormones went into overdrive, and she felt her crotch moisten. She shifted a little in her seat and lifted her own glass, taking a long sip and swallowing slowly, allowing the warmth to spread around her stomach.

'How did you survive, Severus?' she asked him.

'Very direct, as usual, Miss Granger.' He frowned and stared into his glass.

'You make me feel like a child when you call me that. Just call me Hermione, please.' She smiled at him. 'I was glad, actually, when I heard you were in St Mungo's.'

'How nice for you.' His lips went thin, his eyes glittering dangerously, and she recognised that look from so many years ago.

'Oh, Severus, don't be so thick! I meant that I was glad you were alive!' Hermione laughed lightly.

Severus looked at her. 'Ah... I see.' He did feel a little stupid suddenly. He wasn't usually so tongue-tied, but he couldn't stop looking at her and trying to equate this woman with curves with the bushy-haired child from school.

'In answer to your question, Hermione, I was able to swallow a bezoar and Apparate to St Mungo's. I was just in time, apparently. I lost a significant amount of blood.' His hand drifted unconsciously to a small scar on his throat.

'I don't think I've heard you say my name before...' she said softly, running her tongue over her bottom lip, her face flushing slightly as she gazed at him. His voice was like hot chocolate. She hadn't noticed that before, either. Gods, she was soaking wet.

Severus watched her with amusement and wondered how long it had been since she had been fucked. He recognised her arousal and could almost smell her sex from where he was sitting. Surprising. He wondered if it was him, or just her own need fixing on the nearest available male. He sat forward, leaning his elbows on the table and bringing his face closer to hers, staring into her eyes.

'It was never appropriate to call you 'Hermione' before,' he answered her quietly.

'And now?' Her lips parted gently, her pupils dilated and she stopped breathing for a moment.

'I will call you whatever you want,' he breathed as he brought his face even closer. Her lips were so full and soft. He wanted to taste them and stared at them pointedly.

'Oh!' Hermione gasped a little. His lips were within reaching distance, but in the back of her mind, she was aware he was her old teacher. They were in a public bar.

And a kiss was not enough.

There was a pause in proceedings, two heartbeats of time where they stared intently into each other's eyes and recognised each other.

'Let's go,' Severus whispered. Wordlessly, Hermione nodded and stood as if in a daze.

Severus held his hand out to her, and she took it, allowing him to wrap his fingers tightly around hers and pull her along with him to the steps. Her heart was almost beating out of her chest, and she had to walk quickly to keep up with him.

Severus kept his eyes on the door as they walked, and as he stepped out onto the street he dragged her with him, very aware of her smaller hand, warm and tight in his. He glanced up and down the street. It was deserted, and he couldn't wait any longer. He turned and wrapped his arms around her, pushing her softly against the nearest wall, allowing his body to mould against her, his erection throbbing along her thigh.

Hermione gasped as she felt his firm body against hers. She looked up at him and tipped her face to his, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his maleness. He caught her mouth with his and kissed her gently, savouring the taste of her lips. Hermione sighed and opened her mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue slowly inside. She pushed her tongue tentatively to his, and they jousted softly for a moment. Hermione slid her arms around his waist and lifted his jumper a little, her fingers sliding over his smooth skin. He hissed and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue firmly into her mouth. She met his fervour with her own and moaned. She wanted to come already and couldn't wait to have his fingers in her pussy. Severus pulled away firmly and stared at her.

'Come,' he spat at her, his lips swollen from her kiss, his face flushed and his cock hard and painful. He needed to get out of his jeans and into her, quickly.

Hermione grabbed his hand without waiting for him to offer it. 'Hurry, Severus,' she said softly. She felt faint with lust and followed him blindly, her lips still burning from the feel of his. He grasped her hand, and they almost ran down the street and around two bends until he stopped abruptly, pulling his wand and opening the door of his house quickly.

Hermione stared at him. 'Where are we?' she asked him.

'My house. Go in.' He nodded, and she stepped ahead of him, shaking slightly. Severus stepped in after her and warded the door, Silencing the house as he did so. He had nice neighbours; he didn't want to scare them. With a flick of his wand, a small lamp was lit at the side of the room, revealing a very large and conveniently placed couch.

Severus walked towards her as she looked at him and took hold of the bottom of her blouse gently, rubbing the fabric with his fingers.

'Shall I get rid of this the Muggle way... or our way?' He raised his wand slowly and bent to kiss her lips softly.

'Our way...' she answered him with a strangled whisper as she tried to keep her lips on his, her breath coming in short bursts.

'Right answer.' He smiled against her mouth slowly, and with a flick, they were both naked. Severus dropped his wand and brought his hands up to cup her breasts, bending his mouth to capture her delicate, caramel tips with his mouth, laving them with his wet tongue. Gods, she felt amazing under his mouth, and he pushed his cock between her thighs, feeling her soft triangle of hair damp with want.

Hermione moaned and arched her back, forcing her nipples into his mouth firmly. She was lost to his touch, and her legs were shaking.

'Bite me,' she hissed.

He raised his eyes to her face and grinned. She looked wild, her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and her mouth open as she gasped her request. Who would have known the know-it-all would turn into such a woman? He moved his lips back to her and sucked hard before running his teeth across her nipple, biting gently.

'Oh fuck, yes!' she cried out, coming hard as he continued to bite her and suck at her breasts, holding onto her so she wouldn't collapse, her juices gushing over the top of his cock deliciously. He moved back to her mouth and kissed her passionately. He had never had a woman come from his attention to her nipples before. He wanted to see what his cock would do to her. Hermione returned to him, her mouth moving softly against his, her tongue exploring and searching, her hands drifting to his buttocks and pushing his cock between her nether lips.

He pushed her against the wall and pinned her firmly, lifting her thighs around his waist. With his fingers, her explored her soft, wet pussy. She felt delicious, and he bet she tasted as sweet, but now...He needed to fuck her. He inserted a finger into her hole and thrust gently against her G-spot. Hermione moaned and her head fell against his shoulder, her teeth grazing him gently.

'More... I need more...' she hissed.

Severus groaned at her voice and shifted his cock at her entrance. 'I hope you're ready for this, witch.' He gasped and thrust hard, forcing into her tightness with a cry.

Hermione moaned, and her head lolled back, her eyes rolling and her legs tightening around his waist. She ground her heels into his buttocks, pushing him deeper into her. Fuck, he was huge; she could feel him filling her to her limit. It was the most exquisite feeling she had ever experience.

Severus grunted as he began to fuck her, ramming her hard against the wall. He was distantly aware that she would be bruised by his exertions, but he was too far gone to stop. Gods, but she was tight and wet. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he could feel her nipples rubbing against him firmly. Sweat was beginning to run from them both, joining where their bodies were beating against each other and running between her cleavage. He opened his eyes as he watched her. He could feel her vagina caressing him as he thrust in and out of her wetness, the soft squelching sound like music to his ears. He needed to come.

'Come on...' He thrust hard. 'Come on, witch...' He rammed her harder, and she started to shake.

'Oh!' she gasped. Her clit was hard, and he was pushing his groin against it with each thrust, grinding against it as he rammed her, fucked her. 'Oh ... oh... oh...'

'Come ON!!!!' he roared in her ear. 'Come on... come on....'

Like a mantra, he shouted, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his balls tightening.

'Yes!' she shouted back at him.

'COME ON! COME ON!' He fucked her harder, short, thick thrusts. His cock was on fire, and he was so close. He bit his lip.

'YES! YES!' She was screaming, tears rolling down her cheeks. 'YES!' She orgasmed like her life depended on it.

'YES!' he roared at her, their eyes meeting as they both came together, her pussy clamping down on him hard, milking him as he shot his come deep inside her quivering vagina. Severus bucked hard, burying his cock into her fully and gasping as he slowed his movements gently, cradling her head against his shoulders and stroking her soft hair with his fingers. It had fallen loose, and suddenly, it didn't irritate him any more.

Hermione sobbed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She couldn't control her legs and felt them slipping down his body, his cock sliding out of her as she did so. She felt bereft of him suddenly and sobbed harder, leaning against his chest, feeling his fingers in her hair, gently caressing her shoulders and then moving to her chin and tipping her face to his. He bent and kissed her lips softly, tasting salty tears as he brushed the rest away with his thumbs.

'Don't cry, witch,' he whispered, smiling down at her. 'Come to bed.'

He held his hand to her, and she took it.