A Week

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. I make no money from this and have the student loan balances to prove it. Just think of it as intellectual Barbie dolls for grown-ups, only better.

And as always, props to Southern Witch for the beta work to make this readable. If not for her services, some of you would surely weep at my slaughtering of the English language.

Hermione slipped into the Great Hall through the teachers' entrance and made her way towards the staff table, the parchment with his scrawled note clutched in her hand. The promise of finally revealing his fantasy had peaked her curiosity enough to drag her out of her rooms in the middle of the night, less than twenty-four hours until the hordes of children were scheduled to descend upon them.

"Severus? Severus, what are you doing?" she asked, approaching his relaxed form slumped in the headmaster's chair. "Is everything alright?"

Without turning, he held out his hand. The long digits had taken on a nearly deathly pallor in the moonlight. Pushing back the macabre thought, she allowed him to tug her closer. "I find myself wanting a midnight snack and thought you might join me," he replied. "It will be to your liking."

Whatever words were hovering on her lips were lost as he placed a series of gentle kisses on the inside of her wrist and palm. "Will you join me?" For the first time since she'd entered, Severus looked fully upon her face.

The sheer desire shining in his eyes made her heart stutter. "Yes," she breathed.

Tugging her between the wide, throne-like headmaster's chair and the table, he dropped her hand in favor of the bottom button of her robes. One by one Severus slipped the bits of metal through the tight holes revealing the outfit beneath.

"What are you doing?" she asked again as he pushed the garment off her shoulders.

"As I said, I am hungry."

"I don't think this is the best place for this. Someone might wander in."

"Everything is taken care of. Now hush."

Against her better judgment Hermione stood still and allowed the man in front of her to strip away the material bit by bit, occasionally stopping to run his finger over the curve of her breast or hip. It wasn't until the last of her clothing lay on the floor around them that he sat back and examined her naked form. "You are truly beautiful in the moonlight."

"Is that your fantasy, then? Making love under the moon?" Slowly, so as not to startle him, she pushed back a lank lock of hair, tucking it behind his ear before running her nails lightly down his jaw.

"No. Up on the table with you."

"Severus, this is where Albus eats."

"In that case, we won't mention it to him. Now up with you."

Hermione allowed Severus to help her onto the table and then ease her back until she was lying nude across the age-smoothed wood. The length of her body between head and rump fit with only a few hand lengths to spare, though any thought of mentioning it vanished when Severus lifted each leg to brace her feet against the chair's arms and stood. "What are you doing?" she breathed as he reached for a small jar set to the side. "What is that?"

"Nothing to be concerned over," he replied as he set the lid aside. With a few quick swirls of the small spoon, he held it up for her inspection before dropping a dollop upon each of her peaked nipples. "I was in the mood for mint jam and thought you might find the experience intriguing."

"Se... Severus!" She gasped as his tongue swirled the garnishment across her areola and around the firm nub of her nipple. The odd combination of warm tongue and hot/cold prickles shot through her body. "What is that?"

"My own blend," he murmured as he moved to the neglected breast. "Now hush." With the utmost care, Severus cleaned her body of the sticky substance, leaving her gasping against the sensations before he picked up the jam-laden spoon. With quick thorough strokes, he painted a long line from breast to belly button and then down to the edge of her pubic hair.

Standing, bent over her, Severus purposefully overlapped each open-mouthed kiss before applying just enough suction to nibble at the soft flesh. It wasn't until he firmly thrust his tongue into the divot of her belly button that she buried her hands in his long dark hair and pulled him into her as she arched off the table.

"Bloody hell!" she gasped, the tingle of each mini invasion racing through her body to pool between her legs.

"I am more then willing to overlook the hair pulling, but if you don't be quiet, I will gag you," he mumbled before returning to his task. It never failed to amuse him how sensitive her belly button was, and while he didn't abuse the knowledge, he certainly wasn't above using it against her on occasion.

Leaving her navel behind, he slowly made his way down to her pubic mound before standing up to gaze at the woman in front of him. Her long curls had begun to cascade over the edge of the table as her hands slid up to caress her breasts.

Carefully, Severus pulled the chair closer to the table and re-seated himself, pleased at the way Hermione's knees pushed further up till they fell to the side. "A meal fit for the gods," he murmured as his long index finger slid down the inside ridge of her mons.

Nervous, excited energy flew through Hermione's body as Severus swirled the spoon once more. Parting her flesh with his free hand, he carefully dumped a small glob of jelly onto her clit, smirking as she gasped at the sensation. "Did you know that an entire meal can be ruined simply by the improper use of garnish?" he asked, watching as the jelly slid around the nub of flesh and into the rim of the vaginal opening. "Some don't bother with the more artistic application, but personally, I have found there are preferable ways to dress a dish."

"Severus..." she panted. Before she could finish her thought, Severus dove forward and wrapped his lips firmly around her clit, sucking the strongly flavored mint off the hard flesh.

Hermione cried out as the hot/cold prickles returned, weaving in and out of the arousal racing along her nerves. Arching against the sensation, she buried one hand in Severus' hair while the other slid over the tabletop searching for something... anything... to grasp.

The dark-haired wizard slowly raised his head from the apex of her thighs to watch her wiggle and squirm, her soft breasts that could so easily captivate his attention jiggled and swayed as he carefully slid his middle finger into her warm, wet cunt and pressed gently against her g-spot. Hermione's soft moan vibrated down Severus' spine and shot through his balls, his erection pressing painfully against the fabric of his trousers.

"Beautiful," he murmured before dropping his head back down to lick and suckle at the swollen flesh. Slowly and thoroughly, he worked his way past her clit, then down one side before traveling up the other. Adding another finger, he began thrusting slowly in and out of her body as he returned to nibble softly on her clit.

"You're driving me insane!" Hermione gasped against the torturously slow build-up of arousal swirling through her body.

"Then everything is going according to plan," he replied as he dragged his fingers from her body, firmly ignoring her protest. "Stay still," was his only command as he stood between the table and chair and began flicking the buttons to his trousers loose one at a time.

Hermione watched with something akin to dazed fascination as Severus released his hard cock and slid the coarse material down his hips. Raising her head slightly from the table, she could see Severus slowly stroking his own hard flesh as his eyes drifted over her own body as he leaned toward the apex of her thighs.

"Severus, please . . ."

"Silence, witch. I'll not tell you again," he growled. At Hermione's hesitant nod, he gently grasped her hips and brought her to the edge of the table before presenting himself at her entrance. The first slow and shallow thrust lodged the head of his cock just inside her. The second barely reached farther than the first. For each slow withdrawal, there was an even slower thrust, allowing each of them to savor the sensation of her body stretching to accept his girth.

When he finally seated himself fully into Hermione's body, he laid himself gently over her and dropped a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Slowly, now," he murmured, his thrust barely more than a slight push against her body. "Do you understand?"

Hermione's nod was rewarded with a thrust hardly longer than first.

"Good girl," he whispered against her neck as his lips worked their way down to suck slightly at her collarbone.

It seemed like an eternity of whispered words, fingertips that ghosted over skin, and light kisses before Severus worked his way back to full, if not excruciatingly slow, thrusts. Pushing himself back up to stand over the panting, trembling witch, Severus smirked at the flush tinting her skin.

"Are you ready for more?"

Hermione bit down on her lower lip and whimpered before nodding her head, her eyes wide and glazed with need.

As the dark-haired wizard's smirk grew, so did the strength and frequency of his thrusts. The third time Hermione's body clamped down in protest against his retreat Severus dragged his hand over her hip and onto her lower abdomen, his thumb brushing softly through the curls on her pubic mound quickly jabbing down and pressing her clit roughly against the hard pubic bone beneath.

With a strangled cry Hermione arched against the wooden table, her body contracting against her lover's invading flesh, as the orgasm finally crested and broke around her. Severus clenched his teeth against the pleasure that threatened to drag him over the edge and again slowed his thrusts until Hermione started to relax, her gasping breathes catching in her throat.

The seconds ticked by as Severus languidly continued his invasion of the witch, taking time to memorize every twitch and hum of her pleasure, until Hermione finally reached up for him. Taking her hand, he gently tugged her up and stepped back, falling out of her wet warmth and seating himself proudly in the chair before her. Before Hermione could so much as take a breath, Severus pressed his long index finger against her lips, the scent of her arousal and their sex quieting her as much as the finger.

"Shh. No talking just yet."

Severus smiled at the subtle nod of her head, his arousal spiking again as the very tip of his digit slipped between Hermione's moist lips only to be welcomed by her tongue. Humming with approval, the dark-haired wizard slid his hand up Hermione's jaw to cup her gently behind the neck. "On your knees, witch," he said, his voice rough with need.

"Yes, sir," she whispered as she slid from the edge of the table, twisting slightly to slip through the narrow space and grabbing the small jar of jam. Once she was kneeling before him, half hidden under the head table, Hermione slowly trailed her fingers up and down the ridged shaft. Severus dropped his head back against the high back of the headmaster's chair, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply against the building desire.

Hermione bent and slowly traced her tongue around the outside of his testicles, the ridges of the loose skin catching against the rasping texture of her taste buds, until she met the firm cord bisecting the sac. His low moan seemed to vibrate his very core, his cock twitching in anticipation as she journeyed around the other side before sucking both globes firmly into her mouth and rolling the tender balls back and forth with her tongue.

"God, Hermione!" he groaned, his hands fisting into her hair but still allowing her to direct the movements. When he looked down at the witch between his knees, Hermione carefully pulled back, allowing his balls to drop wetly against his perineum. A gentle smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she slid one hand down to the apex of her thighs and the other up to message his cock.

"Come towards me more," she whispered, "and drape your leg across the arm."

Severus swallowed thickly as he followed her direction. "At times I wonder if you'll be the death of me."

Sliding her hand down to firmly grasp the base of his raging cock, she smiled up at him again. "But what a wonderful way to go," was the last thing he heard before she descended on the ridged flesh, the cool wetness of her saliva contrasting with the warm strength of her tongue as she dipped, twisted up, dipped, and finally dipped again. Hermione groaned and shoved her free hand between her legs, her finger slipping and sliding against her own engorged flesh.

Keeping up her steady pace, Hermione lifted her soaking digits to Severus' half-hidden puckered hole, the very tip of her finger circling the rim. The low noise that rumbled from the man in front of her was an odd combination of growl, groan, and purr as she slowly worked her moist middle finger into his body, twisting and searching for the bump of his prostate. The first brush past the sensitive spot caused his to jerk, his hips bucking and shoving his cock more forcefully into her mouth.

Hermione hummed in pleasure as Severus' mouth dropped slightly open, his ragged breaths filling the hall as one hand gripped the chair and the other fisted itself in her hair. Another hum and Hermione dipped further down, twisted up and swirled her tongue, the finger lodged in his fundament complementing the movements of her mouth. Once, twice, three times she repeated the pattern watching as he was driven steadily toward his goal. Three more times and he was on the brink, his muscles tensed, and the hand in her hair more insistent, his flesh growing hotter against her naked skin. Once more she began her pattern -- dip, twist up and swirl, dip - but instead of her second shallow dip, she pushed down, swallowing against the ridged flesh invading her throat, the finger plunging into his body to rub and press against the spot that she knew drove him to absolute distraction.

With a shocked shout, Severus arched away from the chair and pulled Hermione into his body, pressing his cock even further into her mouth as he went rigid, jerking and twitching with his ejaculation until the witch kneeling in front of him pushed back hard enough to allow the half hard flesh to drop wetly onto his thigh and the hand still lodged in his body.

"Brilliant," Severus murmured as he sprawled boneless in the Headmaster's chair.

"Almost." Hermione smiled as she lightly ran the fingers of her free hand up his thigh and down his spent cock, the sensitive semi-ridged flesh twitching against the soft contact. "I was hoping for another round."

Severus huffed. "You've nearly sucked the life out of me. I doubt that there's much hope of arousing the beast so soon."

Hermione hummed in disappointment as reached down and scooped up three fingers of the mint jam before slathering the entire length of his cock with the sticky concoction. Gently, so as not to over-stimulate him to the point of pain, she fisted his flesh, her tongue darting out to lick a glob off the head of his shaft as he sighed against the prickling heat of his own concoction.

"God, Hermione," Severus groaned, the normally intense sensation of the jam exacerbated by the sensitivity of cock. "Are you trying to break me?"

"No," she murmured as she dropped an open-mouth kiss on his inner thigh. "My mum always taught me to handle my toys with care."

"Incorrigible," he mumbled, his breath nearly stolen as her finger ghosted over his prostate and her tongue swirled around the tip of head of his shaft.

"Perhaps, but its working," she replied, the flat of her tongue firmly licking up the underside of his cock like it was a melting ice cream cone.

"Indeed," he murmured, reaching out to palm her breast. "And what do you want to do now?"

"For tonight I want you to fuck me again," she replied easily, his cock growing harder in her hand and her finger flicked and pressed against his prostate. "And some day I want to watch as Lucius takes you from behind. I know you said it was just the once, but I can't get the image out of my head. I even have dreams about it, about all the ways it could happen. I want to see you lose control like that. But for now, I want to fuck."

The open, honest expression on Hermione's face drove the last bit of sexual relief from Severus' body, his cock hardening at her words more than the ministration.

"Come here," Severus demanded as he tugged the witch out from between his legs and adjusted to allow her to straddle his lap. Her gasp as she sank down onto the ridged flesh brought a smirk to the dark-haired wizard's lips. "The jam is activated by outside liquids, be it saliva or the fluids from arousal."

"Good God, you're a devious bastard," she breathed as she dropped her head to rest on his shoulder as she slowly rode him.

"Nice to know you're paying attention."

Hermione allowed gravity to pull their flesh snugly together before rolling her hips in revenge, the resulting grunt and spasm from the man beneath her bringing her own smirk to flit across her features.

"Why here?" she asked as she slowly raised herself halfway up his cock before reversing directions. "What was your fantasy if not making love in the moon light?"

"What is the most powerful position in our world?" he asked, his fingers plucking nimbly at her erect nipples.

Between the heat infusing her body and the seemingly blatant non sequitur, Hermione lowered herself back till she was sitting on Severus' lap. "The Minister of Magic or the head of Wizengamot I suppose. They're both intimately involved in the creation and execution of our laws and decrees."

"I believe the lust has addled your brain. Those are both very influential positions, but not the most powerful."

Hermione arched towards the fingertips dancing over her skin. "Enough Slytherin speak, Severus. Just tell me," she panted, her desire starting to spark again.

"Stand up and turn around. I want your back to me."

Growling her irritation, Hermione complied, once again seating herself firmly on her lover's cock.

Severus began the short thrusts he knew drove Hermione to distraction. "This is one of the most powerful seats in the wizarding world," he murmured, pulling her back till she rested against his chest. "The Minister's office might introduce the rules; the Wizengamot might uphold the rules, but here. . . Here is where the next generation is taught to think, they are immersed in values and ideas not necessarily held by their families, and they are given a large portion of the information on which the rest of their lives will be based and built upon," he explained.

Hermione gasped at the seductive tone and sensual caresses. "Here, in all its glory, is the most powerful seat in the wizarding world and very few, if any, deign to acknowledged the fact. . . The subtle influence, slow acting though it may be, is embodiment of power beyond measure, the ability to shape our world with nothing but respect, a few well-placed words, and an addition or two under the guise of 'updating' the current curriculum. And nobody. Is. The. Wiser," he finished, the last few words punctuated by short, hard thrusts.

"Oh," Hermione mumbled, though whether it was from the sudden insight or from the delicious feats his long fingers were performing upon her clit, Severus didn't know.

"Besides, it's far easier to fuck you here than across Albus' desk. The portraits would snitch."

"Makes sense," was Hermione's breathy reply. "But when are you going to get to the actual fucking part? All you're doing now is teasing."

Severus growled at the challenge. His teeth bit firmly at the soft flesh of her shoulder as his arms pinned her torso firmly to his own. In one fluid movement, Severus managed to pitch them both forwards, out of the chair, and across the table.

His long nose nuzzled at her ear in an attempt to clear away some of the hair. "Do you trust my charms enough for me to fuck you properly?" he growled. "Are you worried that if I make you scream we might draw attention?" His hips lurched forwards driving his cock firmly into her body.

"Don't make promises you can't deliver on, old man," she hissed, trying to wiggle free enough to push back against him.

"I am not old!"

"Prove it."

Severus growled at her insolence and scraped his teeth over the curve of her shoulder. With one hand pressing firmly down between her shoulder blades, he pushed himself up to stand behind her. In short order he had her right knee nearly to her arm pit and her hips hanging far enough over the edge of the table that the danger of his bits having an unfortunate meeting with the table edge was temporarily avoided.

"Stay down," he growled as he firmly grasped both hips, drew almost completely out of her body, then surged forwards as hard as he could while pulling her into his thrust.

Hermione grunted as though she'd just taken a Bludger to the stomach, her hardened nipples catching on the table as her hands fought to find purchase against the force slamming into her from behind. Thrust after thrust tore grunts, groans, and growls from her throat as Severus drove her desire higher, her sweat-dampened hips sliding in Severus' hands with each roll, rock, and wiggle.

Severus snarled as Hermione's knee slipped off the table and her hips twisted out of alignment. "Over!" he demanded with a sharp swat to her arse cheek, his cock twitching in appreciation, and the smooth, full globe jiggled from the impact.

Hermione groaned as he pulled out of her and guided her onto her back. Severus again pulled her body toward him, her left leg leaning heavily on his shoulder and her right leg wrapped around his hip in an attempt to pull him back into her as much as keep her back from falling uncomfortable off the table. Once seated back in her body, her cunt clutching at his shaft, he wrapped one arm around her and gave an experimental thrust. Another moment of adjustment found him leaning forwards over her body, arm bracing the small of her back while his free hand groped at her flush breasts.

"Severus!" Hermione growled, her patience at an end.

The dark-haired wizard smirked at the wanton witch beneath him before pulling back and driving his cock into her waiting body.

"Oh, God!" she groaned, bucking towards him.

The coupling was fast and rough, both grabbing for their own pleasure while trying to shove the other toward their mutual goal. Hands slipped over sex-heated flesh, hips slapped together almost violently, kisses were hard and deep, and fingers held on with bruising strength, and the guttural, gasping language of unrestrained, uninhibited sex echoed and bounced around the cavernous stone room till Severus finally drove Hermione over the edge and into an abyss of pleasure, her cries ecstasy being ripped from her body.

Severus panted as he slowed just long enough for her orgasm to peak and begin its downward slide before driving forward in search of his own release, his previous climax doing little to stave off the hunger and need. A half dozen more thrusts into her spasming, clenching body and his own body surged forward, his cock planting itself firmly against her cervix as he grunted and growled out his own completion, hips jerking hard against her sensitive clit in an attempt to drive himself just a little further into her pleasure.

As his body began to still in the aftermath of his climax, Hermione guided him down on top of her while she wiggled more onto the table, his weight a comfortably pressure against the pounding of her heart and his softening shaft lodged comfortable in her sated body. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace before pushing a clump of sweat dampened hair away from his face, his features open and relaxed as his own breath began to slow. "I love you, Severus. With all my heart, I love you," she whispered, dropping soft dry kissed on his flushed skin.

"Ummm. I love you also," he mumbled in return.

"And I take it back..."

When she failed to continue, Severus pried one eye open to gaze into her warm, brown eyes.

"... You aren't old."

Severus huffed half in indignation before planting own kiss just under her jaw. "We should get to bed. The horde of miscreants will be here far too soon."

"True," Hermione hummed, and she helped Severus stand, his cock slipping wetly from her prone body.

"You are beautiful in the moonlight," he supplied as he pulled her into a sitting position before leaning in to softly kiss her lips.

Hermione hummed again, the contentment flowing between them as he leaned into to hold her, neither inclined in to break apart till the main clock far above them tolled out the lateness of the hour. Smirking, both donned their rumpled clothes and smoothed down their messy hair, exiting the Great Hall hand in hand to search out their bed.

"Susan said there was something important she wanted to discuss with me, so I've invited her for tea on Saturday," Hermione explained as she buttered a piece of toast, her gaze flicking past Severus to the headmaster's empty chair.

Severus found the slight flush that had stained her cheeks as they'd walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the day after very amusing.

"I thought you had mentioned being on duty Saturday afternoon?"

"I was, but Minerva was nice enough to trade off with me. She said something about wanting a lie-in after the first Friday of the term."

"Ah."

"That leaves us free from Saturday evening till dinner on Sunday," Hermione lightly informed him. "So long as you properly threaten your den of miscreants anyway."

Severus arched an eyebrow as his mouth gathered in a distastefully pucker. "And when have you known me not to start off a term without putting the deviant little berks in their place?"

Before Hermione had a chance to answer, Albus strolled into the room calling an overly cheery greeting to the entire faculty. "A few short hours and another year will have begun! It's rather exciting to see what new potential will arrive."

"Potential for disaster, perhaps. I believe the old man's forgotten that teaching the dim-witted buffoons along with the 'new potential' is mandatory," Severus murmured, causing Flitwick to cough into his cup of tea.

"Pardon, Severus?" Albus said as he took his chair, frowning slightly at the table top in front of him.

"Just thinking aloud. Is something wrong?" was the quick reply.

"Humm, no. Seems the house-elves forgot to clean the table. I'll have to speak with them and make sure everything is alright," he said, drawing his wand and casting a silent Scourgify. "Although I can't remember having anything with mint since before then end of the term."

Hermione tried to inhale her fork, thinking her mortification was nearly complete till her jerking leg firmly connected with a small jar sending it rolling and spinning off the dais.

Severus quickly Summoned the jar, feigning a curious sniff while he reached over to thump firmly on Hermione's back, though whether it was an attempt to help her clear her throat or to warn her off, she couldn't tell. "Nothing more than a bit of jam, from what I can tell," he murmured before promptly vanishing it. "Perhaps Peeves was disrupted before he could finish some form of mischief. I'll have the Bloody Baron keep an eye on him."

"Thank you," Albus said before turning to speak with Minerva.

"Since you have tea scheduled for Saturday, I believe I'll take Lucius up on his offer of an afternoon out. He mentioned needing help with a selection, though I can't imagine why."

"Alright then." Hermione coughed again, her face a curious combination of ghost white and scarlet. "I believe I'm done. Would you like to walk me to my office?"

A curt nod from Severus and a rather subdued wish for a good day from Hermione saw them both leaving the Great Hall, though no one heard Severus' "I told you we wouldn't tell him" as the door swung shut behind them.