Severus' Fantasy

Disclaimer: It's all J K Rowling's. Nothing's mine – never will be.

Warning for light bondage and anal sex.

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Hermione hadn't planned on him saying that. She hesitated slightly before starting to unbutton her robe. Severus' eyes never left her. He kept his face impassive, although his heart was pounding in his chest. He gave nothing away as Hermione's robe pooled at her feet, although the sight of her in almost totally see-through underwear made his palms sweat.

Goddess.

Hermione thought his intense scrutiny was rather unnerving. Perhaps he doesn't like my body, she thought. Maybe he thinks I'm too fat. She decided to turn around to unfasten her bra, giving him a view of her bare buttocks. Severus managed to suppress the groan that threatened to escape. She discarded the garment and turned back to face him.

Still nothing.

He seemed to like my stockings. I think I'll leave them on.

Hermione untied the strings holding the thong together and let it fall to the floor.

Severus regarded her a moment longer before slowly getting off the bed and taking the few steps to where she stood. Although he was erect again, thanks to the potion, it was his black eyes that held her attention. She scanned his face, looking for some sign of emotion. There was none.

Gods, even stark naked with a raging hard-on, he can still look menacing.

Without saying a word, Severus picked Hermione up and carried her to his bed. He laid her down gently on the coverlet, carefully lifting her hair up and fanning it out over the pillows.

'You look like an angel,' Severus said, kneeling at the bottom of the bed, 'albeit a fallen one in those stockings.'

Hermione smiled. 'You can take them off if you like.'

'I fully intend to.'

With that he lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, slowly rolled down the stocking and removed it. Holding her foot, Severus put her big toe in his mouth and sucked.

'Aargh. No. Gerroff, that tickles.' Hermione had very ticklish feet.

Severus smirked but continued, sucking each toe individually before putting them all in his mouth.

All Hermione could do was writhe on the bed. 'Stop. Please. That's bloody torture!'

'You did say I could do as I please.' Severus licked the sole of her foot making her squirm even more.

'Me and my big mouth.'

Severus laughed and continued his progress up her leg, stopping to kiss behind the knee before licking and nibbling up her inner thigh. At the top, he stopped, picked up her other leg and repeated the procedure. When he had finished, he sat back on his heels and gazed at the vision in front of him.

'Beautiful,' he said softly. 'Just how I always imagined.'

Imagined? He's imagined me lying naked on his bed?

As if reading her mind, Severus continued, 'You're not the only one who has fantasies, Hermione.'

'Tell me,' she demanded in amazement.

'Well,' he replied cautiously, 'I have one where you owe me a wizard's debt for saving your life. I ask that you spend the night with me in payment.'

'Go on.'

'I tell you that I won't force myself on you, but you will be begging me to take you before the night is over.'

'I see,' said Hermione, 'and do I – beg, I mean?'

'Oh, yes. You put up a good fight, though.'

'So, what do you do... exactly?'

'Well,' he grinned, 'first I order you to strip.'

Hermione laughed. 'And then?'

'Then I carry you to my bed.'

'Here I am. What next?'

'I tell you to put your hands above your head.'

'Like this?' Hermione asked, reaching her hands out towards the bedposts.

'No, just above your head, wrists crossed.' He arranged her hands to his requirements and then sat back again. 'Are you sure about this, Hermione?'

'Yes, I'm sure.'

What the hell. She won't want to see me again after tonight. I may as well make the most of it.

'If you want me to stop, just say...' He looked around for inspiration for a safe word. 'Thong.'

'Okay.'

At Severus' command silk ropes appeared, wrapped themselves around Hermione's wrists, and secured them to the headboard. Severus picked up the blindfold and covered Hermione's eyes.

Hermione waited for something to happen... and waited... and waited.

'Severus?'

'There has been a change of plan, Miss Granger.'

'Oh?'

Severus quietly summoned the tub of ice cream. There was a fair-sized scoop still left. He tipped the tub up and emptied the contents onto her chest.

'Arghhh, you could have warned me.'

'No more talking, Miss Granger, or I will have to gag you.'

'I can't beg if you gag me.'

'Quiet!'

Severus started to spread the ice cream over her breasts, down her body and between her legs.

'Oh, gods.'

'Open your mouth, Miss Granger.' Severus put his chocolate-covered fingers in her mouth. 'Suck.'

At the sight of Hermione sucking his fingers, bound and blindfolded on his bed, Severus allowed his normally stoic features to relax into a look of aching desire. When she had finished, Severus turned his attention to her breasts and started licking the chocolate off them.

Hermione's brain was struggling to cope with all the stimuli it was receiving. Unable to move or see, her skin's sensitivity seemed to increase a hundredfold. She could only whimper at the sensation of Severus' hot mouth on her chilled body as he continued his progress downwards.

She felt his hot breath on her clit.

'Are you ready to beg yet, Miss Granger?'

'No, never, Professor Snape.'

Oh, gods. 'You realise the longer you leave it, the worse it will get?'

'I won't beg.'

Severus merely chuckled. 'We'll see.'

Instead of licking her clit as she had expected, Severus kissed his way back up her body, latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. It was not exactly painful, but it served to fuel the burning ache at the centre of her being to be fucked by this man.

Hermione lifted her hips off the bed, searching for some contact where there was none. She could only squirm as Severus gave her other nipple his undivided attention.

'What would you like me to do, Miss Granger?'

'Touch me.'

'Where?'

'Between my legs.'

'Ask me nicely,'

'I'd really like you to touch me between the legs.'

Severus laughed quietly and kissed down the side of her body, over her hip and across her thigh. Putting his hands under her knees, he lifted her legs up and out to the side. Now that he could see what he was doing and had his hands free, the possibilities were endless. Severus wanted to give Hermione all the pleasure that was in his power to give. Fantasy was all very well, but the reality of her in his bed went beyond his wildest dreams. He lowered his head and prepared to dine on the feast laid out before him.

Hermione waited, trying to anticipate where his mouth would go. She could feel his hot breath again.

Why am I still cold? She thought, I should have warmed up by now. He must have used a Cooling Charm.

She felt Severus kissing around her newly shaved flesh.

Ooh, that's nice. No one's ever kissed me there before.

Severus was lost in the scent and taste of her again. He was finding it hard to keep his mind on his fantasy – in fact, he was finding it hard to think at all. He sucked on her labia before pushing them apart with his thumbs. He circled her clit with his tongue, but did not touch it, making Hermione move her hips in frustration for more contact.

'Stop teasing.'

'Beg, Miss Granger,' Severus purred.

'Not in this lifetime, Professor Snape.'

'As you wish.'

Hermione felt magic wash over her as Severus cast a Cleansing Charm. All the stickiness left over from the ice cream disappeared.

Severus resumed his explorations. Hermione dug her nails into the palms of her hands to stop from crying out as he sucked and licked and nibbled. Moving lower, she felt his tongue swirl around her entrance before dipping inside. Lower still and he was sucking her perineum. Lower...

He's not going to... He can't... Oh, my God, he is... 'Don't... You mustn't... It... It's not nice...'

Severus paused. 'Not nice as in you don't like it, Miss Granger, or not nice as in you shouldn't like it.' He tongued her anus some more. 'Tell me you don't like it, and I'll stop.'

'Oh, gods.'

'I thought as much.' Severus knew he was on virgin territory here and didn't want to push too far. Satisfied that her brain had identified a new area of pleasure, he licked his way back up to her clit.

'Now, Miss Granger, I am going to make you come after which you will beg me to fuck you. You will tell me how badly you want my cock inside you and that you will do anything for it. Be creative.'

'Not a chance, Professor,' Hermione managed to gasp.

She felt one, then two fingers slip inside her very wet pussy. Severus hooked his fingers forward, located her G-spot and started to stroke it. At the same time, his little finger insinuated itself inside her anus. Hermione barely had time to register this before she felt his mouth descend on her clit. After what had seemed like hours of teasing and anticipation, the sudden onslaught of sensation from three very different sources of pleasure was overwhelming. Pulling on her restraints, she arched her back and thrust her hips up forcefully, grinding herself against Severus' face.

Severus looked up to watch Hermione writhing on the bed, admiring her taut body as she strained against the ropes, head thrown back and tits jutting skyward. The pressure in his balls was becoming unbearable. He hoped she'd break soon or he surely would.

'Oh, gods, Severus, that feels so good. Please don't stop.'

Severus had no intention of stopping. As Hermione's orgasm hit her, he kept sucking until the aftershocks subsided... and then sucked some more.

'Stop, stop. It's too sensitive.' Hermione wriggled, to get away from him.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Severus slowed down but did not stop. He held her hips down with his left arm and, against her screams of protest, sucked her clit until she came again. He kept going. Occasionally, he would ask Hermione if she was ready to beg, and she would manage to gasp, 'No.' After she had come for a third time, however, Hermione was ready to sell her soul to the Devil for a bag of Cockroach Clusters.

'No more. I can't stand it.'

'Beg.'

'All right. All right. Fuck me, oh, please fuck me, Professor. I want your cock so bad,' Hermione managed to plead between moans.

'How badly, Miss Granger?'

'Really, really badly, sir. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fill me up with that big cock of yours and fuck me into the mattress.' She had had enough of this game now. 'And if you don't do it soon, I'll hex you six ways to Sunday when I get my hands free. Professor.'

'Tell me what you would do for it, Miss Granger,' Severus purred.

'Anything, anything.'

'Anything?' Severus lazily flicked his tongue over her clit, causing Hermione to shudder, and gently pushed the tip of his index finger inside her anus.

'Yes. Anything.' He wants my arse, she realised with shock.

'I shall hold you to that, Miss Granger.' He withdrew his finger. Severus wasted no more time. He sat back on his heels, raised her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. At last. Oh, gods. At last...

'Thong!'

Severus' lust-fogged brain registered the safe word. The restraints fell away immediately. Hermione removed the blindfold to see a devastated looking Severus.

'You want me to stop?'

'No, silly,' Hermione replied, 'I just want to hold you.'

He relaxed his face and smiled with relief. Hermione's heart went out to him.

'Please, Severus. I want you so much. Now. Please.'

Severus was too overcome with emotion to say anything. He pushed home with a few swift thrusts and stopped, savouring the sensation of her hot tight flesh around his cock. He leaned over her until their noses were touching.

'I want to kiss you.'

Severus kept still as Hermione ran her fingers through his hair and brushed her lips against his for their first tentative kiss. Such a small thing but it held so much promise. There had been very few women in Severus' life who had wanted to kiss him – the women whose services he paid for certainly didn't – and now here was this beautiful sweet girl running her tongue over his lips, seeking entrance. Who was he to deny her? Overcome with a feeling of tenderness he didn't know he possessed until that moment, Severus let her in. She was right. It was the most intimate thing he had done in years.

As they deepened the kiss, Severus began to move, quickly establishing a steady rhythm. Hermione put her legs around Severus' waist and hung on like a limpet. He felt like he was drowning, losing himself totally in the body of the woman beneath him. Hermione enveloped him with her body, cocooning him in an embrace that stripped his mind of all reason; her warm wet cunt lovingly surrounding his cock, her arms and legs cradling his body, her greedy mouth welcoming his tongue.

Safe. Cherished. Home.

For Hermione it was a feeling of completion. She had wanted this for so long, and it felt so right. This was where she belonged, in the arms of this man who was pounding into her body, stretching and filling her to the core. She ground against his pelvic bone and met him thrust for thrust. She relished his strength, his masculine scent, his sheer overwhelming presence, and sweet Circe, did he know how to kiss.

Protected. Desired. Whole.

As they both strained towards completion, every muscle and sinew in Severus' body protested as he tried to hold back, waiting for her. When Hermione cried out and broke apart around him, he let go, spilling his entire being into her, letting her convulsions milk the very soul out of him.

Severus collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the pillow next to her, and struggled to rein in his emotions. He knew he should say something. He didn't want to scare her off by telling her how much he loved her, but he had to say something meaningful. He couldn't think of anything so he just lay there. Hermione didn't want to push him off, but he was heavy, and he was squashing her. The dilemma was solved when Severus was seized by an excruciatingly painful leg cramp. He rolled off her rubbing his calf muscle in agony.

'Severus, what's the matter?'

'Cramp,' he replied through gritted teeth. 'Lotion in... bathroom.'

Hermione hurriedly summoned the lotion and worked the oily substance into his calf muscles. Feeling him start to relax, she asked, 'How often do you get these?'

'Every few weeks,' he replied. 'It's a long term effect of the Cruciatus Curse.'

'I'm sorry.' Hermione felt a wave of protectiveness towards him. She wanted to always be there to take his pain away.

'Don't be. You can stop now; it's over.'

'I rather like massaging you.' Hermione smiled, sniffing the bottle. 'This stuff has a lovely smell.'

'Let me return the favour.' He smirked. 'Lie down on your stomach.'

'Won't it be a bit strong for a normal massage?' Hermione asked, making herself comfortable.

'No,' Severus replied, pouring some of the oil onto his hands, 'your muscles will take only what they need. That is the beauty of this particular potion.'

Severus proceeded to give her a wonderful back massage. He worked all the knots and tension out of her muscles, leaving her feeling limp and languid. Hermione sighed. She would quite happily have gone to sleep at this point, more than satisfied with the night's proceedings, but Severus was hard again, and she had an idea where he was heading. He continued to work the oil over and between her buttocks, lightly stroking her anus. She tensed slightly.

'You did say anything, Miss Granger.'

'I'm sorry, Severus. I haven't done anything like this before.'

Severus lay down beside her. 'It's all right, Hermione. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.'

'I know,' she replied, 'but a bargain is a bargain. I can't promise to like it, but I won't know until I've tried now, will I?'

Severus stroked her bottom. Kissing her neck, he got her to lie on her side, facing away from him with her knees up to her chest.

'You are in control, Hermione. I will go at your pace. If you want me to stop at any time, I will. I promise I won't hurt you.'

Hermione closed her eyes and tuned into the voice richer and smoother than the darkest chocolate that was pouring words of comfort into her ear.

'Trust me. Relax. Let go of the fear,' it cajoled.

Hermione had known and obeyed instructions from that voice since she was eleven years old. This time was no different. Sighing in contentment, she gave herself over to Severus' caresses.

Slowly, and with infinite care, Severus inserted first one, then two slippery fingers inside her anus. Every time he felt her stiffen or tense, he stopped, asked if she was all right, and waited for her to relax again before proceeding further. His silky voice, the massage oil, and his skilful fingers were a heady combination.

Hermione had always baulked at the idea of anal sex because she had always thought of it as a brutal, painful act. In all the time she had been with Ron, she had never allowed him to go this far. And yet now, her first and possibly only time with Severus, she was finding the idea both intimate and erotic. Hermione did not normally like taking a passive role, and yet she found the more she stilled and opened herself to his fingers, the more pleasurable it was. Severus had not hurt her, just as he had promised. There had been some discomfort at the start, but that had eased, and she was now enjoying the feeling, so much so that she had begun to push back against his fingers without realising it.

'Like that?' he whispered.

'Yes, very much.'

'More?'

'Please... and keep talking'

'What would you like me to say?'

'I don't care. Anything. You can recite the twelve uses of dragon's blood, if you like, just don't stop.'

She was rewarded with a low throaty chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. 'Like the sound of my voice, do you?'

'It's the sexiest damn voice on the planet, and you know it.'

This was news to Severus. 'What else do you find sexy about me?' he asked with genuine curiosity. 'If anything.'

Ohh, fishing for compliments, are we? All right then... 'Well, there's your hands, your eyes, the way you move, oh, and not forgetting your caustic wit. You're sex on legs, in fact.'

Severus laughed. 'You really think so?'

'Yes, I do,' Hermione replied. 'I wouldn't be allowing you such liberties with my bottom otherwise.'

He sucked her earlobe. 'And a very sexy bottom it is too.' And I can't wait to feel it around my cock. He withdrew his fingers. 'Are you ready?'

'I think so. Do you want me on my hands and knees?'

'No. I want you relaxed and comfortable. Just roll onto your back as you are.' He placed a pillow underneath her. 'Now, keep relaxing, let me do all the work, and please, don't look so worried. If it hurts, I will stop. I want to give you pleasure, not pain.' He moved into position.

Reassured, Hermione forced herself to relax as she felt the tip of his cock nudging her rear entrance. The pain she had been expecting never came. Instead, as he slipped inside, she felt a slight burning sensation as her body stretched to accommodate him, followed by an exquisite feeling of fullness. She could not help but inhale sharply.

He stopped immediately. 'Are you all right?'

Hermione nodded, still holding her breath.

'Breathe, Hermione.' He began to fuck her gently, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he did so.

Hermione let out the breath she had been holding.

'Do you want me to continue?'

She nodded again. 'Please...'

Severus lifted her legs onto his shoulders and inched his way in.

'There, how does that feel?' So tight... so fucking tight.

'Full... I feel full. And you feel so big... so hot.'

Severus leant over her and kissed her tenderly. 'Do you have any idea how beautiful and desirable you look right now?'

Hermione smiled up at him. She felt totally laid bare and exposed. Whether it was the taboo nature of the act or not, she didn't know. All she did know was that she was giving herself up to this man, submitting to his will entirely, and that he could do absolutely anything he liked with her. She just about managed to stop herself from blurting out that she loved him.

Severus started to move again. 'Touch yourself, Hermione. I want you to come.'

Shyly, Hermione put her hand on her clit and began to rub it. She had never masturbated in front of anyone before. She squeezed her muscles around his cock causing Severus to cry out.

'Don't.' He moaned.

'Sorry.'

Severus continued to fuck her slowly, gradually increasing the length of his strokes.

'Does that feel good?'

'Yes, oh, yes... Harder. Fuck me harder.'

Severus complied. 'Like that?'

'Oh, yes... like that... more.'

Deep inside, Hermione felt her orgasm starting to build. She knew it was going to be a big one, but it still took her by surprise. She screamed as her entire body shook with the intensity of it. Her muscles clamped down so hard on Severus' cock that he yelped in pain.

'Relax, Hermione,' he grunted between gritted teeth after her spasms had subsided. She was gripping the base of his cock so tightly he couldn't move. She eased off.

'That's it...' Yes, oh, yes, oh, fuck, yes. He started to move again as soon as she released him. Feeling the familiar tingling in his balls, Severus began to pound relentlessly into her, focusing on his own climax, all thought of her comfort momentarily forgotten.

Hermione watched, fascinated, as her former teacher came apart in front of her eyes. He was holding nothing back now. Slamming into her, Severus gave up all semblance of control, his face contorted in ecstasy, as with one last thrust he let out a guttural groan, threw his head back and spent himself inside her.

Severus withdrew and rolled off her, panting and sweating. He grabbed Hermione and pulled her to him. It was then he noticed she was trembling.

'Are you all right, Hermione?'

'Yes,' she replied in a small voice. 'Just hold me, please.' Hermione was trying to hold back the tears. She had found the whole experience overwhelming.

'I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?' Severus asked worriedly. 'Please don't cry.'

'It's all right,' she sniffed. 'That was... You were wonderful. Please don't let me go just yet.'

'I won't.' Severus held her tighter. If I had my way, I'd never let you out of this bed again. 'Here. Let me make you more comfortable.' He cast a Cleansing Charm over the two of them. 'Hush, now. Just rest. You deserve it.'

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Hermione was very quiet. Even Severus knew that this was not normal.

'Are you sure you're all right, Hermione?' he asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. She hates me. I pushed her too far, too soon.

'Yes, I'm fine. Really.' What now? He must think I'm really childish, blubbing like that. He probably wants me to leave.

Silence.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Hermione eventually asked, 'So, Severus, did reality measure up to your fantasy?'

'Measured up and exceeded, my dear.' He kissed her forehead fondly and smiled.

She smiled back. 'Do you have any other fantasies about me?'

Severus hesitated. 'Y-ess, but I don't know if I should tell you.'

'Oh, go on. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I promise I won't make fun of you.'

Severus thought a moment. 'Well... all right, if you insist. There's a silly one where, due to a new law, all Muggle-borns have to marry a pureblood or a half-blood. In order to save you from the clutches of Lucius Malfoy, Dumbledore orders me to marry you. Of course, you're not very happy about it.'

'I can imagine,' said Hermione. 'I'd be chaining myself to the railings outside the Ministry.'

'Quite. I told you it was silly.'

'What's my dress like?' Hermione asked somewhat dreamily.

'What?'

'My wedding dress. What's it like?'

'Oh. Um ... well, to tell the truth, I usually skip to the wedding night.'

Hermione giggled. 'Any others?'

I used to have one where you're captured by Voldemort, and he orders me to rape you and take your virgin blood.'

'Good God.'

'I do rescue you afterwards,' he added quickly.

'I'm glad to hear it. Do you have any less violent ones?'

'There's the one where I sneak up on you in the Potions classroom, throw your robe over your head and take you from behind. I don't say anything, and you never know who it is.'

Hermione burst out laughing. 'You have a detention fantasy about me, Professor Snape?'

Severus pulled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. 'I shouldn't have told you,' he said, embarrassed.

'I'm sorry, Severus. I didn't mean to mock you. I have one where you take me from behind in the Potions classroom, too, only I know who it is, and I positively encourage you.'

'You do?'

'Yes.' She paused. 'Severus, I can't help but notice that your fantasies all seem to involve taking me against my will. Why is that?'

'Because I couldn't think of any situation where you would be willing.' He hung his head and turned his back on her.

'Oh, Severus.' Hermione sat up and put her arms around him. 'All you ever had to do was ask.'

He turned to look at her. There was nothing but sincerity in her eyes.

Severus was silent for a moment. 'Hermione, when you were a first year, you used to annoy the hell out of me with your incessant hand waving and inquisitive nature, but in spite of that, I would have been a fool not to have noticed your ability and your potential. I watched you realise that potential over the years and grow into the beautiful witch that you are now.' He searched her face again before continuing. 'When Voldemort returned, you represented everything that he detested, but your brilliance showed up his doctrine for the racist propaganda that it was. You gave me a glimpse of what our world could and should be like.' He hesitated a moment, then leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer. He took out the photograph and showed it to Hermione.

She gasped. 'A photo of me?' It was an official photograph taken at the ceremony when she'd received her Order of Merlin. Her image smiled, waved to her and gave her the thumbs up.

'Yes, normally I keep it here.' Severus stood the photo frame on the table. 'You are the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. You remind me daily that the world we live in was worth fighting for.'

Hermione was too stunned to say anything. She hadn't expected a declaration of love from Severus Snape that night, but this was pretty damn close. She shook her head in disbelief.

Severus took that as a sign he had gone too far. There's no fool like an old fool, he thought as his defensive barriers automatically slammed into place. This was the part where she carved his heart out with a spoon. Time to throw her out. 'You can leave now, Hermione, and tell all your friends that the bat of the dungeons carries a torch for you. No doubt you will all have a good laugh about it.' He brought the wards down on the door.

'I would never do that, Severus,' she kissed his cheek, 'and you're not the only torch bearer in this room.'

He stared at her.

Hermione sighed. 'When I arrived at Hogwarts, everything about the wizarding world was all so new and exciting. I wanted to learn everything I could about being a witch, and I wanted to make an impression on all the teachers.'

'You certainly did that.'

'All except you. You were the one who always set the highest standards in your classes, and you were the teacher I wanted to impress the most. Yet the more I tried, the more you ignored me. I always respected you though. I suppose I must have been nearly seventeen when I realised I had a crush on you. Then, when I learned what you did for the Order, my respect for you grew even more. After the battle, I saw you lying so still and pale on the ground with Madam Pomfrey frantically trying to heal you. I was convinced you were going to die. I knelt in the mud and prayed to any deity that might be listening to spare you, and I cried when I learned you were out of danger. Since then, I've had to be content with the occasional glimpse of you. I look forward to the yearly ball at the Ministry. I go out and buy myself a new robe, get my hair done and spend hours in front of the mirror, hoping that this is the year you are going to ask me to dance, knowing full well that you will only turn up to show your face and leave as soon as possible.'

'Hermione, I...'

'It's all right, Severus. I don't expect you to say anything.' She touched the side of his face. 'This evening has been wonderful. I will always cherish the memory, but if you want me to leave, I will.'

Severus leaned his face into her hand. 'I don't want you to leave, Hermione.' And by way of demonstration, he pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her until she was breathless.

'And as for the Ministry ball,' he said, coming up for air, 'I leave early each year because I can't bear to see you dancing in the arms of another man.' He kissed her again. 'Please don't go.'

'Hmm...' She pretended to think about it. 'Okay, I'll stay. Corny as it is, I would like you to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning, too. Besides,' she dragged her nails lightly up his erection, 'you don't look sated to me yet.' She grinned. 'That's some potion. Did you invent it?'

'Naturally.'

'How long before it wears off?'

Severus smirked. 'About an hour.'

'Well, I seem to remember a mutual fantasy involving me being taken from behind.' She got onto all fours and wiggled her bottom at him. 'How about it... Professor?'

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MUCH LATER

'So, Severus,' Hermione asked sleepily, 'are you sated yet?'

'No,' Severus replied, pulling her closer to him.

'No?'

'No, not quite. Ask me again in about... oh, say, a hundred years.'

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A/N This story started life as a lemon writing exercise for an entirely different story but went off in its own direction. Hope you enjoyed my first attempt at sustained smut writing!

Huge thanks once again to Southern Witch for the loan of her expert beta-ing skills.