Fornicating

Hermione lay with her knees pushed against the wall and stared at the darkness. Severus Snape was asleep beside her, snoring. He was also naked, and Hermione blushed unseen at the memory of the night before.

She wasn't one for one-night stands. All of her previous experience had been within a caring if not loving relationship, and this was what was worrying her the most. The sex had been amazing. Snape was a passionate lover, and he had given her 'a proper seeing to,' as Ron would say. Her crotch started to throb at the memory of his lips and tongue and the wonderful things they'd done, and she squirmed as much as she could in the cramped space. Snape was out for the count and had taken up most of the bed, and Hermione wasn't confident enough that he wouldn't hex her in his sleep if she tried to shift him.

Snape grunted and moved even closer to Hermione, rolling onto his side and pushing his cock against her bare arse. His hand slipped around her front and cupped her breast, and he snored loudly into her ear. Hermione laughed softly. One thing she hadn't expected from him had been tenderness, and yet there had been plenty of that, particularly after their first orgasms. He had taken her like a man possessed, and his thrusting had made the bed shake so much Hermione was scared it would collapse. He came loudly, but afterwards, he covered her face with gentle kisses, taking her mouth with his so softly that Hermione had been totally lost. His tongue had softly caressed hers, and he whispered her name for the first time.

As she finally drifted off to sleep, Hermione Granger thought that she could happily sleep with Severus Snape for the rest of her life.

***

Severus Snape woke up with his arms full of a fragrant and satin-skinned witch. His first instinct was to pull her against his erection and nuzzle her creamy throat, but he resisted. This was no ordinary witch, and he didn't want to be hexed in the balls after they had shared such a wonderful night. Hermione Granger had surprised him with her ardent passion, and she had allowed him to take whatever pleasure she was able to give him with enthusiastic and vocal encouragement. If that wasn't enough, her kisses were like ambrosia, and he couldn't stop himself from sampling them at every opportunity.

He was a fool. The witch worked at S6x, something that had conveniently slipped his memory. Snape knew how the girls operated, and he had hoped that Hermione Granger was different, but apparently not. She had used her cunning and intelligence to snare him, and now she probably expected to be handsomely rewarded for her efforts.

With practised stealth, he extracted himself un-noticed from the bed and dressed silently. His good mood evaporated quickly as he weighed up the reality of the situation, and by the time he had buttoned up his shirt, he was positively fuming. He turned and glared at the bed and ignored that he could see the top Granger's heart-shaped arse, which held a beguiling dimple, just above the duvet. Angrily, he pulled his remaining Galleons from his jacket and threw them down on the bed beside her.

He didn't look back as he walked from the room.

***

When Hermione walked into her lecture the next morning, she felt as shit as she looked. The last thing she wanted to do was learn about the cell structure of an embryo, but she was so close to her final exams, she couldn't afford to miss it. In fact, she couldn't afford to do anything. The curt missive from her boss at S6x had made it clear that a scene such as the one created the previous night was bad for business and her contract had been terminated immediately. Hermione would have been furious if she hadn't been so emotionally drained. Getting the sack was nothing compared to being made to feel like a cheap whore by Severus Snape.

Hermione slipped into a chair as far away from the lecturer as possible. She had a soft spot for Madam Howlett and enjoyed her teaching methods, but she didn't want to give her any cause to question her today. Her red-rimmed eyes and the fact that her hair looked like rats tails was a sign enough that she just needed to be left alone. But as soon as the lecture began, Hermione's thoughts drifted back to Snape. He obviously thought little of her if he assumed she was the same as the other girls who worked at S6x, and that was what hurt her the most. She had thought they were sharing something special, that they had more in common than shared lust. She had been fooling herself with fantasies of a happy ever after, but then, she reasoned, she didn't really know Snape that well at all. She had always known there was more to him than his teaching persona, and after their conversation that first night, she had started to see the man he really was. Or had hoped he was. It seemed she was mistaken. Not only was her pride hurt, she had also lost her only form of income. There was never much money left at the end of the week after paying the rent, buying food and covering her study costs. She might have to move back in with Harry and Ginny again, something she really couldn't face. Happy families are no fun when you're the observer and not the participant, and now that her dream of happy families with Severus Snape was over, the idea was even more abhorrent.

With a sigh, Hermione pulled out her quill and parchment pad and copied down the diagram from the board. She was so close to reaching her goal of being a Healer, she couldn't afford to be distracted. She had to push thoughts of Snape out of her head.

The only problem was, she was a little bit in love with him already.

***

Snape slipped unrecognised into the darkest corner he could find. He had applied an effective Glamour, plain and non-descript and unlikely to draw any unwanted attention. As was usual on a Saturday night, S6x was busy with patrons who were gathering in anticipation of the main event. They were eager and most of them seemed slightly drunk, and not for the first time, Snape found himself feeling uncomfortable. He didn't even want to be here, but needs must.

It had only taken Snape a week after his night with Hermione Granger to realise that his old problem had returned and that little Severus was no longer in his happy place. He could get an erection, but as soon as his hand grasped his shaft and he started to summon images of the nubile young witch, he withered. So his only option was to have another dose of the medicine that had fixed him the first time, regardless of his feelings towards the sly bint. Luckily, she wouldn't be able to recognise him tonight and he could leave her to pick up some other unsuspecting chap who was willing to part with his Galleons for a piece of Granger action. The thought made Snape's blood boil, but he took a deep breath as the lights dimmed and the familiar, sensual music started. The female voice purred over the room.

'Madame Whiplash thinks you've all been very... naughty... boys...'

Snape groaned. Now what was she up to? He waited with baited breath as a tall, black hair woman wearing patent black stilettos and a PVC bodysuit walked to the centre of the room and flicked her whip. He stared as he realised it wasn't Granger. He spotted Raquel as she shimmied up the stairs and walked over to her, grabbing her firmly by her shoulder.

'Where is she?' he demanded.

'Get your hand off me!' Raquel pulled away from him roughly, and he realised she had no idea who he was.

'I apologise. Finite Incantatem.' Snape flicked his fingers briefly and was restored to his own appearance.

'Oh, it's you!' Raquel looked at him in shock. 'If you're looking for Hermione, you're out of luck I'm afraid. They sacked her, you know.'

'Why?' Snape narrowed his eyes at Raquel as if trying to test her honesty.

'After all the trouble last week. To be frank, sir, they were going to let her go anyway.' Raquel looked downcast.

'Whatever for? She attracted so many customers.' Snape couldn't understand it.

'Well, you know Hermione. She's not like the rest of us.' Raquel winked at Snape and he fought the urge to shake her.

'Talk plainly, and I'll make it worth your while.' Snape just wanted to get to the point, and to know where Granger was now.

'Well, you know what goes on here. We all make a bit extra on the side for doing a bit extra on the side.' Raquel laughed lightly, until she saw the glower on Snape's face. 'Hermione was never like that. She only wanted enough money to finish her training, and then it was bye bye S6x and hello Dr. Granger. She was always a good girl.'

Snape stared at Raquel in disbelief. If what she was saying was true he had made a huge mistake. Granger had slept with him because she wanted to, and she might have wanted to again if he hadn't jumped to conclusions. He might have ruined his chances of ever having an orgasm again.

'Fuck,' he muttered. He slipped a few Galleons into Raquel's hand quickly and then turned to leave. He had to find Granger. He just didn't know where to start.