((Mine is kinda long and awkward... meeko.the.insecure.raccoon(at)hotmail.com))

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A harsh gasp escaped Hermione's lips as, within a swift thrust, her back collided with the nearest wall. In the split second that it happened, she barely even had time to register what was going on until there was a compressive force trying to turn her into an hieroglyph and a sharp pressure accumulating from the bottoms of her thighs.

With the short break she was given to breathe, Hermione's chest rose and fell perpetually, her open-mouthed gaze searching Severus's face. What she saw was like nothing she'd ever seen before... there was this strange glint in his eyes and a new kind of powerful aura suddenly emanating from his entire body. She couldn't quite decipher it... no other fellow had ever looked at her that way—at least not directly.

But Hermione was no idiot. She understood physical interactions between a man and a woman... but only so far as the books inform and friends babble. Being a bit of a late bloomer, the farthest she'd ever really gotten was exchanging saliva and perhaps a light graze over her breast. But her experiences were only with a few select men of her own age; right now she was facing a full-grown man, whose thoughts and intentions were completely exotic to her.

All she knew was what she wanted.

"Severus..." she whispered, words forming only barely over her heated, pacing breath. "I love you, too."

((Oookay, time to take this to emails...)) :P