A/N: Hey, look! I live! Sorry I haven't updated this in FOREVER, but life has been crazy. This chapter is SUPER short, but this is what I wrote immediately after the last update and had not posted it or even worked on it since then. This story is NOT abandoned - I just need to get my shit back in order. So please, enjoy, and do keep the comments coming! Love, Ange!

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Severus' hand trailed up her backside, the fingertips lightly brushing her most intimate of spots through the thin panties she wore, as he smoothed out the sting from the last slap. He stood leaning with his left hand on the desk and a cocky smirk etched into his face, watching her moan and writhe beneath his touches. Hermione was teetering on the edge and wanted to scream, to cry out so badly and beg him to take her right then! But she was enjoying Severus' control over her. She was bent over his desk, the sharp edge pushing against her hips as her arms were bound and stretched tightly in front of her.

"You thought I didn't know, did you?" His voice was at an eerily regular pitch as he slowly slid two of his fingers under her panties. "Oh, I knew. The minute I saw you tarted up like some slutty little fuckdoll I knew," he slipped them inside her wetness, moving them slowly as he spoke. "When I kissed you in the library, I knew," she could hear his breathing change as he moved, pulling out his fingers and taking his hand off the desk. His hot breath was suddenly on her ear and she could feel him gently sliding her panties down. "And when I pulled out my hard prick and fucked you, I KNEW," he growled, shoving his entire length into her.

With a loud moan she jerked forward, slamming her hips into the footboard of her bed and waking up instantly. Cursing and trembling she crawled back onto her bed and growled, punching her pillows in frustration. It was the third time that night she had a dream similar to this one, and woke up in a compromising position. Peering out of her hangings she saw the dawn stretching across the sky and sighed, rolling onto her back. 'Damn him to hell', she thought, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The door clicked closed and she sat up to look at the door, but no one had entered. She looked around the room at her other dorm mates, but they all had their hangings tightly shut. 'Gods, now I'm hearing things,' she yawned and stretched before wincing slightly. Why was she so sore? If she was going to frig herself like this every day she would soon find herself unable to walk! She decided to crawl out of bed and head down to breakfast so she could have any chance at all of making through the day.

She arrived at breakfast to find an extremely happy Ginny humming and piling food on a plate, her cheerfulness earning her dirty looks from the half-asleep Gryffindors present. Hermione slid in beside her with a sigh and poured herself a cup of pumpkin juice.

"Good morning," Ginny sing-songed as she leaned close and pressed her shoulder to the older girls' in an armless hug. "Sleep well?" When Hermione merely grunted and sipped her juice Ginny spoke again. "How was detention last night?"

Hermione almost choked on her drink, but tried to cover it with a few small coughs. "Horrible, as usual."

"Aww, it couldn't have been that bad." Hermione gave her a sly smirk before sipping the juice again. Ginny gasped and leaned closer to whisper, "Spill it, sister."

Hermione mouthed 'later' and grabbed some fruit to nibble on. Ginny stole a careful glance at Severus, to which he responded with the slightest nod of his head. She could see the smirk in his eyes, though.

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A/N: Yeah, I'm evil, I know. And to think that this has just been sitting around doing nothing for so long... :sigh: I'll try to update again soon, but I make no promises!