Late Night Visitor

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters; they are the property of JK Rowling. I am merely obsessed and like to borrow them occasionally, so please do not sue me. I am making absolutely no profit from this story.

A/N: Hiya everyone! This is my first fanfic so I would really appreciate it if you could leave me a review and let me know how I am doing. (p.s. chapter one may not make much sense by itself but it will be explained later, promise.) And a huge hug to my wonderful beta, Nom de Plume, for all her help! EnJoY!

Warnings: Adult situations, non-consensual sex (sort of), not HBP compliant

Chapter 1

Late Night Visitor

It had been an extremely long day and Hermione was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to get to her Head Girl's room and flop down on her bed. Harry and Ron had dragged her to Hogsmeade today, and they had spent most of the day stuffing their pockets with sweets and admiring the latest Quidditch equipment. This was most definitely not Hermione's idea of a fun day.

Finally Hermione made it to the portrait that concealed her room and dragged herself in. After a quick shower, Hermione double-checked that she had all of her work for the next day's classes finished. Of course, she knew that she had it all completed, but she figured it never hurt to be certain. She pulled back the blankets on her bed and tucked herself in.

After two months of being back at school, she was still amazed at how large her bed was. It was at least twice the size of those in the regular dorms. There were definite advantages to being Head Girl. Hermione reached over to the lamp next to her bed and switched it off. The only light left in her room was the soft glow of the ashes in her fireplace. Seconds later, Hermione drifted off to sleep.

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Hermione was sleeping so deeply that she did not notice her fireplace turn green. A dark figure emerged from the fireplace and stood there for a moment. The figure finally moved, completely soundless, towards the sleeping outline of Hermione. Had she been awake to see the shadow approaching, she would most likely have run screaming.

The shadowed figure leaned over her sleeping body and very cautiously brushed a strand of hair that was falling across her cheek. The figure then placed one knee on her bed and moved slowly so that he was lying on the bed next to her. Hermione then woke with a start; a hand had wrapped itself across her waist and was pulling her deeper into the bed. She tried to scream but soon discovered that she was too frightened to make a sound.

Hermione was suddenly jerked around to face her assailant. What she saw left her even more speechless than she had previously been: Professor Snape was in her bed!

Snape reached out and softly brushed her cheek with his fingers, trailing his way to the back of her neck. He gently pulled Hermione towards him, and before she could figure out what he was doing, he placed his lips on hers. His kiss was invading and demanding; he ignored her attempts to push away and easily pulled her closer to him. Oh, Gods, thought Hermione, Snape's in my bed, and he's kissing me! What the hell is going on?

Hermione opened her mouth to try and protest, but quickly discovered how big of a mistake that was. As soon as her lips parted, his tongue snaked into her mouth. His tongue massaged the roof of her mouth and began exploring her. Hermione had never been kissed like this before; Viktor had kissed her a few times, but compared to this, those were merely pecks. She tried to push away again, to no avail. This is disgusting, she thought, ...okay, well, maybe it's not that bad... argh, who the hell am I kidding; he's a bloody brilliant kisser!... Wait... WHAT? Did I just admit I am enjoying this!

At that point, Hermione's mind shut down, and her body took over. She quickly moved her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, if that was possible. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. Her mouth hungrily returned his kiss, and she found that her tongue had somehow found its way into his mouth. As their tongues wrestled, Hermione felt a fire building in the pit of her stomach. Her body had never responded like this before. The fire was quickly spreading throughout her body, and the intensity of it settled between her legs.

Hermione's sudden responsiveness must have registered with Snape because his hand was suddenly on her breast. Hermione was suddenly aware of how thin her silk nighty was when Snape's fingers started teasing her nipple. A moan escaped her, and she arched her back to give him better access. Snape pushed her onto her back and pinned her down with his body. His mouth started moving down to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. His tongue quickly found the nook of her neck and began teasing her sensitive skin. His hand left her breast, ushering a soft protest from her throat, but she then realised where his hand was heading. His hand settled in between her legs; wasting no time, Snape slipped his finger into her folds.

Her mind snapped back with a sudden awareness. What am I doing? The bastard is forcing himself on me, and I'm letting him! His finger pushed into her, and his thumb moved to flick her clit. Her words of protest came out as a whimper, and her eyes flashed open. His face was just inches from hers, and he was staring at her with such intensity that she didn't know whether to be turned on or terrified. His dark onyx eyes were glazed over and staring so intently that she could have sworn he was looking right through her.

Snape entered a second finger into her and began pumping her with far greater speed. Hermione tried to push him off; she had to stop him before this went any further, but the sensations rolling though her body were making her weak, and she found she didn't have the strength to fight him. Her body was betraying her, and she suddenly started convulsing with the intensity of her building orgasm. Snape lowered himself to kiss her again, demanding entrance into her mouth. That threw Hermione over the edge, and she screamed as the force of her orgasm hit her. She had never felt anything like this before; she hadn't even known that her body could produce such feelings and sensations. Her breathing was uneven and ragged as Snape pulled away from her mouth.

As suddenly as it had started, it was ending. Snape got off the bed, face as straight as ever, and walked to the fireplace. He pulled some Floo powder out of his pocket, threw it into the fireplace, and in a blaze of green, he was gone.

Hermione was left on her bed, completely confused as to what had happened. Was Snape just in her room pleasuring her? She wasn't even sure if she was angry or happy at what had just happened. She got up, turned on her lamp and checked her clock. It was 5:30 a.m. She knew there was no way she was going to sleep after that experience, so she decided to go take a shower and wash off the scent of her orgasm.

Her mind kept racing while she washed. She had never really looked at Snape in this way before. He was Professor Severus Snape, Potions master, and she was his student. She had never considered that Snape was a man and must, therefore, have the urges and needs that went along with that. When Hermione had found out at the end of her first year that he was not evil, she had started respecting the man. That respect had only grown when she had discovered that he was working for the Order and was a spy amongst Voldemort's ranks.

It was quite a leap however to go from respect to... to whatever had just happened. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mind began to recall the feel of his lips on hers, the erotic moves of his fingers as he caressed her and the way his body had felt against hers. She began shivering at the memory of it. She suddenly realised what she was thinking and shook her head in anger. You can't think of him like that, Hermione! she screamed at herself. He's your teacher! But then again he was the one that came to your room. What was he thinking doing that? He could be fired... or is he relying on me to keep quiet? That thought angered her. He was her professor, she had trusted him, and he took advantage of that. So then why didn't she have any regrets? What's wrong with me? Why am I not reacting like I should be?

Hermione got out of the shower, dried herself off and put on her uniform. While doing that she had made up her mind--she was going to pretend it never happened. She was going to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast, yell at Ron and Harry for yesterday, and then go to her Transfiguration class. That is exactly what she planned on doing, but the second she walked out her door, a thought struck her: she had double Potions this afternoon!

What am I going to do?

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, the second chapter should be up very soon.

Lotsa Love, CyanaWhite