I just want to quickly say how happy the response to my first bit of writing made me. I couldn't help but continue their story…

"What's that Hermione?" Ron questioned over the breakfast table.

"Huh?" replied Hermione, still half asleep.

"The bruise on your wrist?"

As she glanced down a flush sprang up across her cheeks, remembering the night before. Her wrist had clear marks where Snape had clung to her.

"Erm... I'm not sure where that came from. It doesn't hurt."

As her classes progressed throughout the day Hermione would find herself gently holding her wrist, her fingertips gliding over the marks he had left on her. Looking down at it she could almost feel him again, his fingers plunging into her. Shaking her head she walked along the corridors to her final lesson in a daze, unaware of the man watching her movements.

Pacing the halls of Hogwarts for much of day, Snape couldn't shake the memory of Hermione's lips wrapped around his cock. He had to have her and nothing would stop him. He had seen her as she walked down the corridor near the dungeons, oblivious to those around her. Still in her too short skirt and too tight shirt he could trace the contours of her body, his imagination flashing images of her writhing under him. But how could he get her into such a compromising position? Granted she had initiated the night before, but how to present himself to her now?

Returning to his office he sat behind his desk with the greatest of intentions to mark his students work, but after only a few nonsensical attempts at answering the assignment he had set his mind began to wander. Those pink lips gliding aver his dick, and her tight cunt clenching around his fingers. Groaning he felt his dick harden, straining against his trousers. He was a grown man lusting after a schoolgirl.

KNOC KNOCK

"Fuck" Snape muttered under his breath. Trying to rearrange himself he made his way to the door.

She had to see him, speak to him. She couldn't just ignore what had happened the night before. So she quietly made her way towards his office working out in his mind what she could say to him. What could she possible say to him? How could he make him tough her again?

KNOCK KNOCK

Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt Hermione waited. As the door opened she raised her eyes up to the man she had been lusting after, noting his dilated pupils and slight flush on his usually pale skin.

"Miss Granger?" whispered Snape. "What are you doing here?" his tone becoming more confident.

"Well Professor," Hermione's own tone sultry, "I have a slight problem."

"You'd better come into my office then."

Snape couldn't believe his luck, was she truly here? Offering herself to him, as it appeared she was?

"I have this bruise you see, and I can't really go to Madam Pompfrey to heal it. She may ask to many questions." Hermione said quietly, slowly holding out her wrist.

He could see clearly the marks across her wrist, marks which he had given her. A smile danced across his lips at the memory. Stepping towards her his senses were assaulted, her sent filling his nose. His eyes trailed across her face and down her body. He could hear her breathing hitching in anticipation. He longed to taste her.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. Don't be sorry about anything that happened. Just make me feel better." Hermione replied, her eyes fluttering and her words laced with longing.

At this point Snape was mere centimetres from Hermione, his erection pressing tightly against the fabric of his trousers. Leaning into her he captured her lips, eliciting a sweet moan. She fell into his arms, feverishly returning his kiss her tongue gliding against his. Gently nipping at his bottom lip she backed away from him. Gazing into his eyes she moved towards his desk and sat upon it, waiting for him to follow her. Placing himself between her open thighs he slowly opened each button along her shirt, his hands ghosting against her skin. Leaning down to kiss her chest, and along her neck she made such wonderful noises his dick twitch in anticipation. As if she could sense his impatience he felt Hermione trail her hand down his chest to his belt buckle, scrambling to open it she finally dipped her hand into his trouser grasping his pulsing cock.

Pausing his ministrations on her neck to simply feel her stroking his manhood he couldn't believe his luck. How could she be so good at this?

Just as Hermione had began she stopped, placing her delicate hands on Snape's chest she pushed him away. Confusion flashed across his features. Smirking slightly she simply removed her shirt and bra, and shimmied out of her skirt. Left sitting on his desk in a tiny thong she raised an eyebrow waiting for Snape to respond.

"I need you to be naked." Hermione whispered. "Then I need you to fuck me."

Struggling to comply quickly enough, Hermione watched as Snape jumped into action. Finally undressing himself his erection glistening with pre-cum and jutted out proudly. Hermione could feel that her cunt was slick with arousal, reading to be plunged into.

Snape bridged the gap between them, ripping her panties off of her, too impatient now to wait. Placing his hands either side of her his once again took her lips in his and passionately kissed her. Her could feel the tip of his cock nudging against her wet cunt. Moving closer he pushed her down and brought her legs up, giving easy access to her tight hole. In one swift moment he plunged deep into her making her cry out. He watched her as he pumped in and out of her, her eyes tightly closed, revelling in the sensations he was causing. The noises she made spurring him to move faster, and deeper into her sweet hole. Getting closer and closer to his own release he reached between them to rub her clit, making her jerk and writhe beneath him just as he had imagined. Feeling her tighten around him, he followed her into ecstasy, their bodies melded together glistening with sweat.

As her orgasm pulsed through she looked up at her Professors face, his own release contorting his face, as she had never seen it before. He almost looked at peace, the deep frown that usually adorned his feature gone. Both breathing deeply, she was amazed at how he had made her feel. Slowly, she watched him open his eyes and slightly moved away from her. Stealing one more kiss Hermione rose up from his desk and slipped away from him.

"Thank you." She said to him, a smile playing at her lips.

She gathered her clothes, dressing slowly as he stood there, proudly naked.

"I should go."

Fully dresses, if a little dishevelled Hermione moved to leave her Professor's office, glancing back at him she knew she'd never find such an exquisite lover again.