A/N: Thanks for reading, following and favouriting! As for this chapter, I have to say finally... *winks*

The Daily Prophet, 14 February

Another home-delivery for Rita Skeeter!

Death Eater Corban Yaxley was found dead and naked on the bedroom floor of star-reporter Rita Skeeter's home. Aurors says the body was clutching an illegal Port-key, shaped like a sex toy, and he was obviously killed cleanly with the Killing Curse.

– I'm shaken, says Skeeter, really shaken. – Why am I the target of this sick prank? I don't need dead Death Eaters showing up on my doorstep. Please, whoever you are, please stop sending them to me. I promise I'll cover any stories of deceased Death Eaters without having any close up and personal contact with their dead bodies.

A group of students snickered as he led her by the hand out of the Great Hall, decorated with fluttering doves and pink, lurid hearts, but their laughter died down as he scowled fiercely at them. Heir dainty, nervous steps as she followed him down into the dungeons made him excited, harder than he had been for years, he rather thought. He had a good grasp on his own preferences and limits, and he wanted to take it slow with her – if possible. There was no guarantee that she would like it a bit rough, the way he preferred, but he was not about to scare her. Still, the throbbing in his cock didn't bode all that well for self-restraint. She was so beautiful, looking so innocent, so pretty, and the fire he knew her capable of made for a heady mix. Those silly, teenaged wizards and those dunderheaded male teachers had ogled his witch all night long, but now, Severus Snape was about to collect what he had wanted for so many months.

The corridors were quiet, all older students either at the ball and the younger in their Common Rooms. As usual, the castle was drafty and cold, making his black dress robes swirl around his feet as they walked in a brisk tempo into the dungeons. A few portraits along the way whispered as they saw him hand in hand with Hermione, their painted faces laughing and sniggering among themselves.

They entered his quarters in silence, and as soon the doors were locked and warded behind them, he claimed her mouth, pressing her to him.

Oh, so sweet, tasting of cherries as he licked her lips, prodding them open with his tongue, her tongue darting out to meet his, lips moving, tongues locking into a daring embrace, and his hands clutched a fistful of frizzy hair, pulling her head towards him, her hands holding onto his shoulders as if it was a question of life and death.

His cock stood to attention, pressing into her stomach, but this time he didn't care. She had to know he wanted her, so badly, so much, and this time, he was not about to let her go.

His little witch gasped into his mouth, as his hands ran over her sides and hips, and he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of her dress, caressing the soft skin on her stomach, hands trailing upwards to her breasts, pushing her brassiere up. Finally, he had that handful he'd been dreaming of, those pert nipples hardening under his thumbs. Slowly, she started rubbing her lower body to his, and he groaned at the delicious friction.

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Her breath hitched, and he Divested her of the rest of her clothes, spinning her around, pressing her back against his chest.

"Mmmm," he murmured against her throat, putting his arms around her waist, stroking upwards until he reached her chest. "Those tits have been in my dreams since you came back to Hogwarts." He palmed her breasts, gently rolling her hard nipples until he pinched them lightly. A gasp, almost a small scream, fell from her lips, and he chuckled against her neck, burrowing his face into her hair, before licking a trail along her collarbone. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, stroking, pulling slightly, and he hummed slightly in appraisal.

"Such a lovely handful," he groaned, pushing his erection against her arse, the fabric of his trousers grating on her soft skin. Gooseflesh erupted on her breasts, and she could feel his lips smiling against her skin. "Like that, do you witch? You're thrilled to have your old teacher feeling up your tits?"

Morgana, it was silly, really, but his words made her even wetter, though she was nervous as well. This was it, she was about to have sex with Severus Snape. There was no turning back now, and she wanted so badly to get a good experience, something to erase the memories of the painful couplings she had experienced earlier. It would be different with Severus. At least, her body was telling her it was happy with his attentions.

She rubbed her legs together, and he responded by snaking one hand to the apex of her thighs. Tickling her stomach and inner thighs, she whimpered again, saying: "Please, oh please..."

"Please what?" he said, moving his fingers in a slow circle around her mound, never touching her there.

"Oh please, touch me!"

"Where, Hermione, where do you want me to touch you?" His voice was dark, molten chocolate in her ears, and she moaned again.

"Touch me…" she gasped, "please touch my pussy!" Gods, I never use such words, she thought, but she couldn't find it in her to be embarrassed.

"With pleasure, darling," he laughed silkily, and finally his hands touched her slit. He spread her lips out, and dipped a finger into her opening, growling wordlessly in appreciation of her wetness.

"You're so slick for me, so wet," he panted in her ear, and she could only whisper a heated "yes" in return. He rubbed along her slit, finding her swollen nub, and circled it with his finger. His other hand came down her side, snaking in between her arse cheeks, finding her wet entrance, and he pushed one finger into her, curling it as he pulled it out again, raising his finger to his mouth.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he groaned, licking his finger with a slurping sound that only aroused her further, before he returned it to her quim. "You taste so sweet, and I will love to lick your cunt, but now…" he stopped himself, and pushed another finger inside her, making her squirm a little. "Is this filling you up, two fingers?" he said, voice amused, "then I'd better prepare you for what's coming your way soon." She shivered at the promise – or threat, she didn't quite know what to call it, and he continued to circle her clit with his thumb on one hand, while slowly pumping her pussy with two fingers. Her climax was building, and she pushed against his fingers, and he rubbed her clit harder and harder, before he inserted a third finger into her quim.

"Yes," she moaned brokenly, slamming herself down on his fingers, but the wave was cresting, and then a white light exploded in her belly, electric currents racing in her veins, and she was gasping, shaking and moaning, still rubbing herself against his fingers, her sex thrumming against his fingers, quivering in ecstasy.

Suddenly, it was all too much, she was too sensitive, and she tried to pull away from him.

He laughed, a laugh she could only describe as a little smug but also with a touch of wonder and surprise, like he couldn't quite believe what had happened, and he removed his fingers from her clit, though he slowly pumped those three fingers into her pussy. The aftershocks of her orgasm twitched through her, and he groaned.

"Are you ready," he whispered, his free hand fumbling with his trousers. Shocked, she only now realized that he was fully clothed, while she had been naked for quite some time.

"I think so, I must be," she whispered, and his belt buckle hit the stone floor with a clang, following a rustle from his pants. Something big and hot sprang free, slapping her arse, and she rubbed against it, hearing a rushed intake of breath from the tall, dark man behind her. He stepped out of his trousers, and pushed her forward until she was standing right in front of the cold stone wall.

"Brace yourself against the wall," he ordered, and in his voice, she could hear the cracks in his control. She put her hands to the wall, jutting her arse out against him, while she thought: From behind, oh gods, how many times have I fantasised about this? Him behind me, and now it's becoming real? She felt both excited and scared, as a wave of fresh arousal rushed through her tired limbs.

One hand pressed against her shoulder blades, making her lower her back and raise her arse and hips, and she could feel him move in between her thighs, his cock protruding in front of him. He used one hand to guide his cock to her quim, coating it liberally in her juices, rubbing it along her slit, and then he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Merlin, Hermione, this won't take long," he panted, as he started to push his thick, bulbous head into her sheath. She squirmed against him, making a sound of protest, it was much too big, really, stretching her out painfully, but he steadied her with a hand on her hip, the other grabbing her shoulder, and continued pushing into her.

"You're so tight," he almost choked, his breath coming raggedly, and then she almost wanted to scream in frustration. Would she never learn to enjoy penetration? This hurt, just like it had with Ron! Tears pooled in her eyes at both the pain and her anger with herself – there must be something wrong with her, after all – and with a grunt, he had finally thrust all of his considerable, thick shaft inside her. She could literally feel all the ridges and veins along his length, expanding her to what she felt was to the point of breaking, his shaft almost quivering in her pussy.

He stopped moving, but panted heavily into her ear. "Does it hurt?", he asked breathlessly.

"Yes," she whimpered morosely.

Keeping himself still, he put his arms around her, one hand moving towards her breasts, fondling her nipples, while the other found her nub again, rubbing gently against her still swollen slit, her pussy lips now almost obscenely parted by his thick length inside her.

Biting her lip against the pain – she knew he would find his pleasure in taking her – she would just have to endure it, like with Ron – she tried to relax, not clenching all of her muscles in a futile attempt to expel his cock from her pussy.

"There, you just have to get used to my size, my sweet," he murmured into her ear, caressing her gently. "We'll go slow, and I swear, I'll make you enjoy this even if it's the last thing I do."

She laughed, choked and bitterly, wanting nothing more than to rid herself of the burning pain caused by his penetration.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, "and relax. Let me take care of this, let go."

And suddenly, he was there, slipping into her head too, and she saw herself, looking so flustered and aroused, as she wantonly rubbed her arse against him. She watched her spread legs, parting her labia, and his fingers rubbed her nub, and she felt a twinge of arousal. Circe, had she ever felt anything like that before? No, sex had never been like that. But what bowled her over, was seeing this from his side, in his memory. The level of arousal in the memory, of fierce want, was all his. The fact that she was the one who made him feel like that made her belly clench again, making her clit tremble under his nimble fingers. A surge of want made her even slicker, and slowly, the burning pain in her walls subsided.

"Yes, that's it," he grunted, still not moving inside her, and he rubbed her clit with renewed vigour. The double layer of the reality and the recent memory made her breath quicken, and she remembered – her body remembered – how good his fingers had felt when he pumped her quim. Slowly, she moved herself along his length, pulling a little off, pushing herself onto him again, and he groaned torturously behind her. Something like a delicious friction started to get hold of her, and she panted slightly.

His hips thrust gently against her bum, and she whimpered, this time with pleasure.

"You're so tight," he whispered, "no wonder it hurt you."

"Feels good now," she gasped, and moved faster against him. His breath hitched, and he slipped out of her mind, and she was all here to enjoy what happened now. Severus Snape is taking me, fucking me from behind, and I like it, she thought triumphantly and defiantly at herself. His big cock is buried inside me, and it feels good! I love it, his cock thrusting into my pussy, oh, those ridges rubbing my walls…

"Merlin, Hermione, I need you to brace yourself," his grunt interrupted her, "my control is slipping, I can hear your thoughts, and it's such a turn on! I'm going to come…"

She grinned a little, putting more strength into her arms, leaning against the cold stone wall, and his hands landed on her hips, grabbing her hold of her, as he started thrusting against her in earnest.

"Tell me if it hurts," he growled a command, and she nodded. It didn't – it was good, and again, she found the heady thrill of being dominated, being at his mercy, and she wanted him to touch her clit again.

Giving off a shaky laugh, his hand fell down between her thighs again, rubbing her, as his thrusts turned more rough and hard. Yes, she felt that familiar build-up again, and she moaned loudly. "Please fuck me harder, faster," she heard herself groan to her inner surprise, and he obliged, hips now slamming his cock into her.

"Your sweet, tight cunt, so good, I'm going to come now," he panted, and she could feel his cock swell up, harden even more, and then her orgasm took hold of her, and she screamed his name: "Severus!" Her walls twitched around his impossibly big cock, clenching and spasming, and she could barely breathe, gasping for breath.

"Aah, Hermione!" he roared back, pounding harshly into her, grunting, and she felt the hot spurts of his seed, as his cock jerked inside her. Both of them panted, and he pulled her against him, hands around her waist, and they stood still for a while, until his now limp cock slipped out of her. A rush of liquid came down, coating her thighs, and she laid her head back against his chest, looking up at him with a smile.

His face was, for a change, flushed, and his eyes were closed. He looked blissful, she thought.

"Just so," he murmured, "blissful."

A/N: Please, tell me what you think! It's not a long chapter, though I feel they deserved some ureserved lemons.

(I know, I've messed up with the Prophet at the beginning of the chapters. It happened because several of the last chapters are within the same day. I'll try to fix it to get back on track.)