Chapter 2

She woke up the next morning, feeling the bed empty around her. Running her hands over the smooth cotton sheets, she blushed, as she remembered the previous night. After a few rounds of hot sex, she had fallen asleep directly between the two wizards. Stretching her hands out on both sides of her, Hermione already missed having them next to her, keeping her warm.

Her gaze flicked over to the side of the room and the dusty window through which the streetlights cast a dim glow, indicating it was still before dawn. Even though she knew it had been only a short time since she had fallen asleep, Hermione felt as if she had slept for hours. A grin spread across her face, as she thought about how much she had learned from the two men. She had never thought of herself as a very sexual person, but now, after sharing the night with both men, she knew better. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined wanting two men in her bed, much less a former enemy and a professor.

It was going to take some time for her to think of Professor Snape as 'Severus'. She had certainly never thought of him as Severus before, but after what they had experienced last night, she assumed if they continued whatever it was that they were doing, she would have to learn to call him by his first name. "Severus," she said to herself, trying it out on her tongue. "Severus Snape... Severus... Sevvie."

"If you want to continue breathing, I would suggest never using that nickname," a voice suggested from across the room.

Hermione bolted up in bed, careful to keep the sheet pressed to her bare breasts. She had assumed she was alone, but as she looked over towards the chair near the door, she could make out the man seated there, lacing up his boots. He had lit a candle to see by, obviously not wanting to light a lamp in case it woke her.

She blushed as she gazed into her professor's black eyes. She noticed he was only partially dressed. He had his trousers on, and his boots, of course, but he had only thrown on his shirt, and had not yet buttoned it. She tried not to focus on his scar-riddled chest and pebble-sized nipples, but it was no use. She was embarrassed, but she was also trying to gain her composure, and the last thing she needed was to get turned on again by looking at his body.

Clearing her throat, she said, "I didn't know anyone was here."

"That much was obvious," Severus said, with his eyebrow raised in his trademark gesture.

"Where's Lucius?" she asked.

Severus stood up and began buttoning his shirt, noticing the hungry gaze in Hermione's eyes. His hands trembled as they worked, remembering the feel of the young woman underneath him and just a few scant hours ago. "Order business," he said shortly.

Hermione nodded, not noticing that Severus was having a hard time controlling himself. "He didn't even say goodbye," she mused aloud, the hurt shining through her voice.

Severus' hands stilled on his buttons as his feet moved towards the bed. He gently took a seat at Hermione's side and tried to ignore her nakedness under the thin sheet a few inches away. "Miss Granger... Hermione, there is something that you... that I should tell you. Do not be offended when Lucius leaves without saying goodbye. He has not said that particular word to anyone since his... since Narcissa's death. It was the last thing he said to her before he came home and found..." his voice trailed off.

Hermione grimaced. "I didn't realize."

Severus couldn't stop his hand from going to Hermione's cheek, cupping it in his hand. His thumb rubbed over her mouth before pulling back and stilling on her cheek. "I'm sure he wanted to say goodbye."

Lowering her eyes, trying to stop her body from betraying her to Severus' touch, Hermione asked, "Do you know when he'll be back?"

His hand dropped to his lap before he responded. "His mission should take him one, possibly two days at the most before he returns. That's to say, as long as we aren't summoned by the Dark Lord."

Hermione thought about this for a moment, trying not to worry if Lucius did get summoned. She knew he could handle himself. "And you? Are you leaving too?"

Severus could hear the hint of worry in her voice, and tried to shove it out of his head. "Yes, I have somewhere else to be as well."

"Will you be gone as long?"

"Is that a note of concern I hear in your voice, Miss Granger?" Severus asked sardonically.

"Do you expect me to just pretend the two of you aren't in danger when you leave here? That there's no chance that Vol... Voldemort won't discover that you are a spy hoping to bring him down?" she said angrily.

Severus considered her answer for a moment before replying simply, "I should be returning this evening, barring any unforeseen complications."

Hermione nodded, ashamed he had been able to see right through her. She didn't know what kind of relationship she had with the man in front of her, and in the seven years she had known him, it was the first time she had ever dared to raise her voice to him. Truth be told, she had expected some crude remark in response, not a simple answer.

"Professor?" she questioned, hoping she wasn't pressing her luck.

Severus raised his eyebrow. "Professor, is it? I believe just a few moments ago you were testing out my first name on your tongue."

Choosing to ignore his sarcasm, she said, "About last night? What I overheard between you and Lucius–"

"Ah, yes. I assume you are speaking of the conversation on which you were eavesdropping. Our... disagreement concerning you."

Suddenly feeling brave, Hermione dropped the sheet. "Yes, that's the one."

Severus tried to concentrate on her words, anything but the enticing view of the lush breasts and peaked nipples Hermione provided. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't think of what he was going to say.

Hermione took advantage of the man's silence, as she sat up on her knees and crawled to his side, her breasts coming to rest on his forearm. Hermione's body almost betrayed her nervousness, as she lifted a hand to her professor's hair, pushing a stray lock behind his ear. Bringing her mouth close to his ear so he could feel her breath on his skin, she whispered, "When we get back to school and I prevent Neville from exploding yet another cauldron, will you assign me a detention?"

Severus couldn't answer, as Hermione's words cut through him like a knife through hot butter. He could barely breathe, much less think as her hand dropped down to run casually across his nipple. The little know-it-all was deliberately trying to seduce him.

Hermione could see the effect she was having on him. He was trying to keep himself calm and collected, but as his nipple grew harder and harder under her ministrations, she knew she had the upper hand. Gaining more confidence as time wore on, Hermione whispered, "What if I came to class and sat in my seat in front of you, but I had shortened my skirt, and I wasn't wearing any knickers. What would you do if I spread my legs and ran my hand under the desk to my pussy? Would you watch my fingers stroke in and out of my wet channel, would you see my fingers glisten with moisture? Would you wonder what I was thinking about as I touched myself, making myself come? Would you watch as I brought my fingers up to my lips, sucking each one clean in turn? Would you dismiss the class right then and there so you could bend me over your desk and fuck me?"

Severus turned his face to hers, and she saw by the dark look on his face that she had won. "You have no idea what you are playing at, Miss Granger."

"Why don't you show me?" she purred, quickly moving so she was sitting across his lap. She could feel his hard cock through his trousers. She knew he was longing to be inside of her, as much as she was longing to have him there. Her hands moved to his shoulders, as she pressed her mouth against his. He groaned as she moved her bum, allowing her to slip her tongue inside his mouth.

Severus fought for control over the little witch in his arms. He knew he had to turn the tables on her. He did not feel like conceding control to Hermione at this moment. He pulled his lips away from her, and delighted in seeing her pout. He looked into her eyes, eyes that were half-closed in pleasure. "Whatever you may think, Miss Granger, I'm not always the tender lover you saw last night. I have a dark side in me, a side that once released, will take control of everything. You are dangerously close to taking me there. Are you certain you wish to continue with your silly games?"

Hermione shivered unconsciously, as his words and his voice flowed over her, reminding her of liquid silk. Choosing her words carefully, Hermione said playfully, "I thought last night you and Lucius said you had a lot to teach me. If I have ever been anything, I've been an eager student, wanting to learn anything and everything about a subject. Are you going to stop schooling me now?"

Severus closed his eyes momentarily as he swore, "Damn you, you little minx." Grasping her arse in his hands, he turned quickly, dropping her across the bed, as he kneeled on the floor in front of her. At this level, he could see her arousal in the damp pussy hairs at the opening of her slit. The smell of her arousal was what was pushing him over the edge. Her smell was intoxicating, and he allowed himself a moment to breathe it in before reaching for her legs, pulling her down the bed so her arse was practically hanging off of it. He placed her legs over his shoulders, as his mouth dove into her hot core.

Hermione broke out in an immediate sweat, as she felt his tongue licking and suckling on her. As his tongue slid down to poke in her wet channel, she felt his nose against her, bumping into her clit. He was causing the most wonderful feelings to go through her body, and Hermione lifted her hands to her breasts and began pinching her nipples as he feasted on her.

Severus glanced up and was pleased to see the reaction he was getting from Hermione. He could feel her whole body trembling and decided to go another step further. He brought his finger up, dipping it into her deeply, coating it with her juices. Pulling it out, he quickly slid it up to her arsehole and shoved it in while biting down on her clit.

He watched happily as Hermione arched up off the bed at the surprising intrusion. He kept his finger working in and out of her arsehole as he licked her, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. His finger worked faster and faster even as he slowed his tongue down. She had moved her hands off her breasts now and was clutching his hair, holding his face into her pussy. He could tell she was about to come, as she started moaning his name. As her orgasm hit, he stilled the finger in her arse, even as he began licking and sucking her juices from her.

When she released her death-grip on his head, he sat back on his haunches watching Hermione come down. He could see the sweat on her body, and the smile on her face. She looked at him, her chocolate brown eyes expressing how much she desired him.

Opening his pants proved difficult, as his hands were shaking, but he finally managed to do so before ordering, "On your hands and knees, Miss Granger." When she didn't move immediately, he slapped her lightly on her wet pussy. "I said 'now', Miss Granger."

Hermione could hear the threatening tone in his voice and hurried to do his bidding. She got to her hands and knees, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed that she could rest her head on.

Severus wondered if Hermione had any idea of what a delightful view she was giving him. She had her legs spread open, her pussy inviting him in, her arse up in the air so it could be admired. It was such an appealing position that he found himself not even divesting himself of his clothing before slamming into her pussy with such force that he ended up surprising her, her groan of pleasure getting muffled by the pillow in front of her.

He could barely contain himself, as Hermione started pushing back on him, and he allowed his control to slip as he pushed in and out of her, harder and faster each time. As she moaned and groaned, gasping out his name, he realized how close he was to coming. He stilled inside of her, forcing himself to make this last just a little longer. He wanted to give her another orgasm before he had his own.

Hermione looked back over her shoulder after noticing he had stopped. His eyes were closed, his head was leaned back, and he was biting his lip. Her pussy tightened involuntarily, as she looked at him, realizing how desperate he had been to have her that he hadn't even taken off a stitch of clothing. His face was shadowed in the candlelight, but she could see that he had a determined look on his face. He had never looked sexier to her than he did now.

As her pussy shuddered again, his eyes snapped open to reveal her looking at him through heavy eyes. She held his gaze as he pushed back inside of her, hard, and he couldn't help but delight in the loud gasp she gave. "Touch yourself, Hermione. Play with yourself, as I thrust myself into you," he ordered, hoping it would bring her release on sooner so he could let himself go.

He felt her fingers underneath them as she began flicking her clit, sometimes sliding back and rubbing over his cock, as he slammed it into her. He could feel her body trembling, as he held on to her hips, forcing her back into him with such pressure he wondered if he might accidentally split her in two.

He reveled in her loud cry of bliss, as her pussy contracted around him. He allowed himself one more thrust before finally letting go, emptying himself inside of her. He let his cock twitch, as she milked the last of his seed from his body. Allowing himself to remain there only a few moments, he stepped back, tucking himself back into his trousers.

Hermione had rolled over on the bed, allowing herself to watch the dark man continue dressing. Watching him dress almost seemed more intimate to her than the sex they had shared. She was pleased that he kept his eyes on her even as he finished.

She didn't know what was going to happen when she left this room, but for just this once, she allowed herself to forget about the dangerous things that were happening in the world. She wanted to stay here in this moment forever, as long as Lucius was there as well.

In her opinion, Severus and Lucius fit together so well because they were each the opposite of the other, not only in looks, but in actions and mannerisms too. She realized now that she had just seen the real Severus Snape, the Snape who liked to be in control, and be a little rough as he did things his way. Lucius was the gentler of the two, his aristocratic air carrying over to sex as well. After experiencing this, she knew she would never be able to choose between the two of them.

"I must take my leave," he informed her, pulling her from her thoughts. "I think it would be wise for you to remain here for a few more moments before sneaking downstairs. I dare say Miss Weasley will be rising soon and will wonder where you have gone."

Hermione nodded perceptively, having already devised a plan to get around Ginny's questions if she was caught. She watched as Severus pocketed his wand and turned towards the door. Not yet ready to have him leave, she launched herself from the bed and went into the arms opened for her.

"Be careful," she whispered to him, as he eased open the door with one hand.

"Always."

He kissed her passionately on the mouth, trying to translate his feelings through the kiss. Pulling back, he looked her in the eye and said, "I look forward to seeing you this evening."