A/N: Smut ahead.

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"Good morning" chimed Hermione as Severus' heavy eyelids slowly opened, his ebony eyes smiling back at her, "you look cute today" she cooed, bringing her lips upwards to steal a kiss from the sleepy wizard.

Moving away right in time to avoid her kiss, he snapped "Slytherin's aren't cute, take that back!"

Giggling, she attempted once more to capture his lips but all he did was growl at her in frustration. "Severus you're acting as a child" she chuckled, "one kiss, please" she urged, pouting her lips at the Apollon next to her, "one kiss and I'll be happy."

"I'm not in the mood" he joked, wiggling his eyebrows in defiance before removing his arms from her waist and placing them on the back of his head, "you know I quite like this position, I think I'll rest on my arms now, no more cuddling."

Having enough of it - their body already bare - she straddled the wizard, causing him to jump in surprise, before stroking his morning wood teasingly, lowering her head towards his erection. Flicking her tongue suggestively from his sack to its tip, Severus shivered in response, arching his back in pleasure.

"Your tongue is doing wonders my dear" he whispered, closing his eyes, enjoying every single stroke.

He grunts as he felt his tip part her slick lower-lips before feeling her tight walls clenching around him. As she gyrated, moving her hips against the wizard - her hands resting on his chiselled chest, moaning and crying in pleasure-, Severus watched her in admiration, her sweat glistening down her body, her breasted jumped at each trust, captivating him.

The longer she moved the closer they both were to bliss. Flipping her back against the mattress, he pumped in and out of her at a velocity even Severus didn't know he had in him. Making her scream was his objective, and he was accomplishing it hands down as she fisted his hair, pulling his face closer to hers, their forehead touching as her voice broke in wailing.

"Hermione" he moaned, repeating her name like a prayer. They were close so close, her hips raising upwards, his endowment hitting her core at every thrust.

As he cried one last time, his seed tickled her channel and Severus pulled Hermione in his arms, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead. "You never cease to amaze me, Ms Granger." He murmured, caressing her naked back, "you're so enticing" he went on kissing her cheek, "erotic" her lips, "bossy" her neck, "strong" her now-hardened nipple, "marvelous" her tummy, "resourceful" her pelvis, "and delicious" he finished his hands instantly parting her legs as he pleasured her.

The morning was far from over for the two, yet they had an event to attend.

"You can't be serious Severus!" Squeaked Hermione under the shower as her man grabbed his towel and walked towards the sink, "I won't let you do it!" Stepping out, she grabbed the scissors off his hands, "you've gone mental, what the bloody hell is wrong with you! Your hair is beautiful! I'll hex whoever says the contrary. Why do you want to cut it?"

"Hermione, love" he smiled taking the scissors off her had, "Firstly, never again use the word 'serious' and 'Severus' in the same sentence, thinking of Black is making me gag. Second, I've always wanted to cut it but never got around to doing it because it had turned into something I could hide behind, like a veil. I don't need it anymore. I'm a free man for Salazar's sake. I won't cut it too short my love don't you worry, just short enough to not have it in the way when I'm making my potions."

"I won't let you! Your hair is just so perfect!" She cried, jumping up, trying to catch the stencils which were now high enough to touch the ceiling, Severus' hand shooting upwards.

Laughing, he kissed the top of her head, "you just like fisting it when we have sex honey, that is all. If you wish, I'll leave it longer so there is still some left for your kinky pleasures" he winked, before lightly nudging her away from him as he brought the scissors down to his hair for the first cut.

"Wait!" She yells, bringing her hand up to his chest, "I'll do it, just show me what you want and I'll do it."

The next hour was spent with Severus howling after Hermione to cut more hair while she snapped back saying it was 'more than enough'.

Once all done, Hermione couldn't help but check out her new man. Before they left for breakfast they had another go at it, the witch's demanding hands making it physically impossible for Severus to shrug her away.

Arrive late at breakfast, everyone's head turned as the potion professor, the so-called greasy-haired git was now walking heads up, his witch by his side, his semi-long hair lightly slicked backwards while he strolled down to the teacher's table. Many school girls' breath hitched, while other shifted uncomfortably, their hormones getting the best of them as they knickers got damp. He was handsome, virile, the perfect man for any woman seeking a caveman type of lover with a hint of aristocratic posture.

As they joined their tables Hermione blanched as Sybil winked at Severus. Snapping her head back to were Snape was standing, she heard her neck crack. Flinching in pain, she brought her hand to her back, her usual peaceful amber eyes now glaring dangerously at the man behind her. "Calm down love" he whispered, dragging her chair so she could sit, "eat you must be hungry after our morning exercises."

Pinching her nose, realising her 'mad' attitude was dissipating, she stomped playful on his foot, making him settle his hand on her thigh. "You're playing a dangerous game love," he told her, invading her mind.

"Severus stop it, people might see!" Before she could go one, she bit her lip as his hand slithered under her skirt. "Shit," she thought, "my knickers!"

"Christmas is early I see" chimed Severus, his hand now travelling his way to her lips, parting them away with his finger. "Hermione you're so wet" he cried, trying to focus on the food sitting on the plate before him while he thought of her delectable nectar pooling on the chair, right next to him.

"Stop it, Severus, please," she whimpered as she felt a finger enter her, followed by a second one. Grabbing the glass of water in front of her, she gulped it all at once, feeling overly stimulated. Clenching his fingers, Severus realised everything was a bad idea.

Having cast an illusion charm under the table around both of them so no one could see what they were doing, Severus hocked his finger, causing Hermione to yelp. Pretending nothing was happening, his illusion charm also cast around his right arm, making it seem as if it as on the table when it was, in fact, pleasuring his witch, Severus continued until a tear fell down her cheek, slowly reaching her ecstasy. Stopping right on time, the wizard removed his hands from between her tights and cleaned them with a charm.

"I'm going to kill you, Severus!" She growled, knowing that deep down she had enjoyed the public action and the thrill she got, afraid of being caught.

"You naughty witch" he spoke seductively - having read her mind - "I never saw you as a thrill-seeker Ms Sn-Granger" he corrected, before slipping out her head and turning around to answer Professor Flitwick's question.

Too dazed by his recent administration, Hermione hadn't noticed his slip up, yet she had realised that something bothered him. Trying to enter his mind, she was hit by a solid wall, disabling her from seeing further.

"What are you doing Ms Granger?" He asked, turning around, having felt her trying to invade his mind.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "one minute you were joking with me and the other you turn marble cold."

"Sorry love" he whispered, taking her hand and discreetly placing a kiss on her knuckles, "I didn't mean to appear 'marble cold' as you put it. I just heard Filius asked me about the Winter Ball, and being this years' organiser I needed to answer." He went on, before rolling his eyes and drifting his gaze towards Ms Trelawney, "yes Sybil I can hear you, you don't need to scream in your head, you're already crack up as a walnut." He spoke loudly for the divination teacher to hear. A few seconds later he added, "alright I'm coming. I'll see you later" he said to Hermione as he stood up and walked out of the dining hall with Sybil not far behind.

"Aren't they adorable?" Asked Flitwick, looking were the two teachers had vanished.

"I beg your pardon?" Snapped Hermione, not sure she had heard correctly.

Smiling back at the confused witch, he answered, "Severus and Sybil. Although they have divergent personalities, they look delightful together. Sybil is always after him and he constantly pushes her away. At least until a few weeks ago. They seemed to enjoy each other's company far more than anyone could have expected. It was Minerva's idea to place these two together as organisers this year, and she wasn't wrong, they work well together."

Hermione stood up and left the room as swift as the wind. Finding a tight hallway, she hid behind a cupboard and sobbed, unable to contain the pain that surged through her. Severus had told her various times that he despised Ms Trelawney, describing her as an insane woman, unable to see past her divination balls. Yet here was Flitwick, telling her that Minerva, the woman she had thought had grown to accept her as Severus' future, was in fact enticed with the idea of having him with Sybil. She felt betrayed, on a roller coaster of emotions.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she left her hideout and searched for Severus. Finding him wasn't the tough part, the difficult part was listening to the man she loved declaring his affection to Trelawney.

"I love you Sybil, I have for so long now and I know that I want to spend the remainder of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

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