Severus barely made it to the sofa before his legs gave up on him and he collapsed.

Next to him, Hermione was tantalisingly licking her lips with a look in her eyes that screamed smugness.

'Where the hell…' panted Severus, 'did you… learn… to do… that?'

Hermione smirked, conjured an unknown red velvet covered tome and dropped it in his naked lap where his sated, thoroughly laved, kissed and worshipped cock twitched at the rough treatment.

Her lips gazing his she whispered seductively, 'Page 394, I think-' and he desperately latched onto her, once more diving head first into passion.