Disclaimer: I wish Harry Potter was mine. However, it belongs to J.K. Rowling who just so happens to let us play with her delightful characters.

He was always one to watch and pause and consider every angle of a situation. As Potions Master, he had to watch every single student carefully, yet his vision encompassed all of them, noting every right and wrong stroke of a knife, every incorrect stirring method and of course every interaction between students.

There was one student in particular that he watched often, and thought about every minute, and also, seemingly every second of the day. He thought of nothing else but her long, toned legs, her petite waist, her honey chestnut curls, her amber eyes and her rather perfect breasts.

Their affair had been going on for a few short months, secretly because she was still at school, though of age. Once school and graduation was over, he would propose, pull her into his arms and proclaim her his, for the entire world to see. The war was over, they had survived and they had found solace in each other. He predicted there would be scandal, she would probably be called a scarlet woman, and he a lying, scheming ex-death eater. Yet he couldn't help but wait for the anticipation of her being his forever. He predicted that at the time the Wizarding World found out, there would be no bigger scandal, though perhaps if Aberforth was found to be humping one of his goats, as he was reputed to have done many a time.

He also couldn't bear the anticipation any longer, he wanted her again. It had been a few days since she had been in his arms, and thinking about her body made him want nothing more than to be able to enter her again, watch as her breasts bounced and jiggled above him and hear her dulcet tones as she cried his name in ecstasy.

She lifted her head, he had been watching her for some time now, a thrill ran through her body as she considered him. Their eyes locked and she realised how her gaze affected him. He called them his soft pools of amber, glinting in the sun or with mischief. His eyes, in comparison, were of a deep black some described both him and his eyes cold and cruel, but she knew better, it was a fa├žade; he and his eyes were both warm and tender, capable of lifting her to new heights.

The bell rang loud and clear, bringing both of them out of their thoughts, Potions class was over, and everyone except Hermione had subtly been packing away all of their gear, to leave as soon as the bell had rung. She packed up slowly, telling Harry that she would catch up with him later. She walked slowly towards the potions storage cupboard, her hands full of a jar of rat spleens. Once the jar had been shelved, she walked out, noticing that Severus silently cleaned up her workstation. She started sashaying towards him, then quickly turned on her heel and rushed to his secret study. He stalked her into his study. "Miss Granger", he purred. He beckoned her closer with one crooked finger, smirking as her eyes fluttered at his sexy tone. Pulling her close to him, he settled his hand on her hip, gently stroking it, and then moving it to her waist, an intimate gesture of his love for her, seen only by them, not by the outside world. This sweet show of affection affected her and she stepped up on tiptoes, kissing her lover on the mouth, letting him taste her thank you.

Severus gently pulled her over to his chair sitting at his desk. Despite it looking old and small, it was only a glamour, in actuality, it was large and comfortable. He sat down and pulled her over to stand in front of him, roaming his hands from her waist to her bum, he could not help groaning at how soft and curvy her ass was. Sinking his fingers into the flesh of her ass, he made her moan and she moved closer, plummeting her fingers into his silky hair, letting it run past her fingers, she started kissing his forehead, then his nose, and cheeks, before settling on his lips and mouth, which she nibbled on, before being, pulled into a deep kiss. She tasted like spearmint and caramel and every breath he took engulfed him in her scent, whilst he tasted like a consuming warmth and chocolate.

Desperately trying to deepen the kiss even more, he explored the depths of her mouth moaning and feeling her groan; he kept kneading her bum. Feeling very hard, he pulled her onto his lap, and gently ground her core through her knickers and stockings over his hard bulge. He watched as her eyes glazed over, and she tried to press her legs tightly together, obviously wet and needy. His hands roamed up his spine to her shoulders, then to her breasts, which he played with through her shirt. She whimpered slightly, the sound involuntarily escaping her when they stood up, with a little manoeuvrability from the both of them. He ran his hands through her well-tousled, beautiful hair, kissing his way down her neck as he ground into her.

Both of them were not able to control the waves of desire flooding through their bodies, it was not right, nor was it normal for a man and a woman to affect each other so deeply, so continuously, making her wet and needy for him within moments of seeing her. To make him so hard and horny just at the thought of her and her smarts, and her body, their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Her robes were quickly unbuttoned and discarded on the floor, his cape was thrown over his chair, the rest of their clothes following in a similar manner, she stood before him in nothing but her Gryffindor tie, her Slytherin green underwear, knee high socks and her school shoes. Unlacing her shoes, and slowly removing her socks, he kissed the exposed flesh as it was shown by the removed garments. Kissing his way up her calf, past her knee and up her thigh, she moaned almost collapsing because of the feelings she was experiencing.

He quickly stripped off until he was completely naked, his cock standing completely to attention, straining to reach her. He pinched her nipples through the bra. Watching the lace that caressed her breasts and rubbed against her nipples, making the nipples even more sensitive before her removed the bra completely, suckling, and nibbling on the nipple. Writhing beneath him, Hermione felt her legs give way, catching her; Severus set her on the desk, whilst continuing his attentions to her breast. Removing the last offending garment, he slid his fingers into her slick folds, revelling in the wetness he created. Grabbing his shoulder, Hermione pulled him closer, his erect cock tickling her clitoris, making her throw her head back from the sensations. He slowly, agonizingly slowly pushed into her, filling her to the hilt, and then pulling out just as slowly, he entered back in with more force and a large thrust. "Do you like being fucked by the big bad Slytherin Master?" he drawled, swivelling his hips when entering, hitting her sweet spot, and making her cry out sharply.

She pulsed around him, the feeling growing stronger with his decidedly naughty words. Her hands grabbed his biceps hard, as he continued to fuck her, sliding in and out, his thrusts slow and hard. He pushed her back so he could see between them, watching as his cock slid in and out of her wet, pink core. She was watching too, whimpering and convulsing around the thick length of him, with every push and pull. She was close, very close when his arms slipped around her waist, locking her tightly to him as he pulled her up into his arms and moved away from the desk. He lifted her over to the fireplace, his cock still buried tightly inside her when he pushed her up against the panelled wall next to the stone fireplace. Her legs were like a vice around his hips as he used his strong legs to pound into her, and she began riding him for her pleasure.

He trailed biting, sucking kisses along the tight tendons of her neck as she strained beneath him, her cries echoing off the panelled walls of his study. Hermione could not think, there was no room for thought as she filled to bursting by the beautiful wizard labouring over her. He was so deep inside her she felt branded, the burning pleasure marking her for life as he bottomed out inside her repeatedly. With every thrust inside her, she lost another piece of herself to him, soon he would own her, not just in body but also in soul. They were both stunned, when the intensity of their orgasm pulled them over and under like a wave pushing them to the shore. He called her name, his voice low, and husky and hoarse, hers was shrill and breathless, both telling each other just how much they loved each other, and calling each other's names. Holding her in his arms, he continued to his private chambers, where they thoroughly enjoyed themselves for two more rounds, before a very happy, yet slightly swollen Hermione rushed to get some food from the house elves before going to bed, dreaming of her man all night long.

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