Author's Note(s): Hey! I just want to thank Harmonia for being my beta. ^^ Thanks Harmonia. lol. I just want you all to know that it's because of her that the grammar is right and that there are very few mistakes, if any. ^^ Enjoy the story and why don't you check out hers? It's really good.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of it's characters, places, or things. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling.
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Hermione gasped as she was thrown against a wall and pinned there. The voice that whispered in her ear had a sickening silkiness to it. The man was too strong. She couldn't get free. And the fear that gripped her was relentless.
"Now..don't fight little one." The voice purred, making her shiver. "You know you want this." The man pressed himself closer to her. Making heat run like rapid fire along her body. Why was she reacting like this? What was making her want something she shouldn't? Hermione shook her head trying to stop it all.
"No!" She thrashed, wanting to get away. "Leave me alone!" He chuckled and...
Hermione suddenly sat up in bed screaming. Her heart pounding, she looked around. As she did, she found that the other girls were still asleep. With a sigh of relief, she smiled, glad that she hadn't woken them up. Crawling from her bed, Hermione shivered. The effects of the dream were still holding her in it's grasp. As a chill ran through her again, she pulled on her robe for a bit of comfort and warmth. Tiptoeing across the room, she headed for the stairs that led to the common room.
Opening the door quietly, she descended the stairs. When she entered the common room she found it empty, which made her smile. As she took another look around, she spotted her favorite chair. With a sigh, she walked over and sat down in it, getting comfortable. Snuggling into the plush chair, she dozed off into a more dreamless sleep. As the first rays of the sun started brightening the darkened common room, Hermione woke up. Getting up, she stretched.
"mm..." Yawning, she headed up to her dorm to get changed. On the way there, she thought about the dream. But after a few of the scenes had run through her head, she pushed them out. The thought of a man she didn't know touching her and making her like it was not a good thing. It was time she looked for answers because these were not normal dreams. Her thoughts were still on the answer to the dreams as she entered the dorm room. Being as quiet as she could, she got dressed and grabbed her bag of books. Walking back down into the common room, she headed for the portrait hole. As she walked towards it, she heard someone coming down the stairs. He was blinking and rubbing his eyes.
"Hermione?"
Stopping, she turned around seeing Ron. Hermione smiled and thought about how funny he looked with his hair all a mess and his shirt off. It made her mind run back to the dream. And of the man's body against hers and his hands on her-. Hermione immediately shook the thoughts of him from her head and spoke in a cheerful tone.
"Mornin' Ron."
Ron mumbled and stretched. "Mornin'. Where are you going?"
She giggled, her smile becoming bigger with the funny sight of him. "Down to get breakfast and then I'm going to go study some. You still look tired and it's rather early. Why don't you get some more sleep? Don't want you falling asleep in McGonagall's class again. You remember what she turned you into last time?" She noted how he seemed to be falling back asleep where he stood and it made her shake her head with a small laugh.
Ron seemed to agree with her. He nodded and started back towards the steps, mumbling. "yeah..a roster, with a fake sun around its head" This made Hermione laughed a little more, remembering the sight of Ron as a Roster. Hermione watched as he started to climb the stairs. But before he even got to the fourth one, Harry ran right into him, knocking them both to the ground. Harry must not have been very awake either when he descended the stairs for the two boys rolled around for a few moments before finally untangling themselves, still half asleep. Both of them seemed to be mumbling stuff at each other or to themselves and it made Hermione laugh out loud.
"I'll see you guys later." Harry and Ron watched her leave from their position on the floor.
Harry looked at Ron. He noticed that he only had his pants on and his hair was a mess. The image of him totally nude passed through Harry's mind and he had to force himself not to blush, not to mention control his hormones all the same. And that was a daunting task.
"Where's she going?"
Ron blinked still trying to wake himself up. He rubbed his eyes mumbling. "I dunno, she said something about going to Breakfast and then going sucking?" Harry grinned as he realized Ron wasn't even halfway awake yet. He couldn't help but grin wider, since Ron seemed to be falling back asleep again.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he started laughing before any words could come. The thought and the sight of Ron how he was, was hilarious. "I think she said studying, Ron. Not sucking." Harry chuckled softly. His mind was reeling with of thoughts of Ron and how cute he looked in the morning.
Ron rubbed his eyes again, yawning. "Oh yeah." Ron looked up at Harry, who was still on top of him. "Um. Harry are you going to get up?"
Harry blinked and then nodded. "Yeah, sorry Ron. I was just lost in thought." Harry started to get up, but as he did, he tripped over Ron's legs, falling back down on top of him.
"Gah! Sorry Ron."
Ron nodded, hitting his head on Harry's. "oww - you have a hard head Harry.." Harry blinked.
"Sorry.."
"S'ok, just do me a favor and move your knee." Ron had groaned the words out. He had not realized what the sight of Harry did to him until Harry's knee had moved against him. It made him want things and need things that he shouldn't even be thinking about. Things he had wanted since their first year.
"Huh?" Harry realized why Ron had asked him to move his knee. He was hard as a rock. "Oh, sorry." Harry blushed, moving his knee to remove the pressure. Trying to get up again, Harry only seemed to make things worse for Ron. Who groaned as Harry brushed against him again. Harry tried his hardest to get up a third time but he couldn't seem to keep his balance and fell back down onto Ron making their bodies rub in all the right places at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
Finally, Ron couldn't take it and flipped Harry over, onto his back. With a growl of annoyance and slight disappointment, he got up. He didn't look at Harry as he stalked off to the bathroom to deal with the problem. Harry watched him go and got up. Shaking his head, he went upstairs to get some more sleep. He hadn't thought that he could turn Ron on so much, if he had. If it had been his fault, he couldn't help but feel slightly happy at the fact that Ron might have somewhat of an attraction towards him. Which had Harry noticed that he himself had started to walk the same path as Ron had. With a sigh, he walked to his bed. He couldn't do anything about it now. Harry climbed into bed and fell back asleep.
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Meanwhile, Hermione had made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As she walked, she tried to think of things other than the dream but that was all her mind would settle on. This didn't please her in the least, she didn't want to think about the dream. It made her desire things she shouldn't. Coming to the Gryffindor table, she sat down and put her things beside her. Upon making herself a plate, she noticed that the only other person in the Hall was Professor Snape. He had been watching her the whole time, it seemed.
Snape noticed Hermione looking at him. "Here's Miss Perfect once again." Snape growled and mumbled as he got up. Walking down to the Gryffindor table, he sneered. "And what brings you to life this early in the morning, Miss Granger?"
Hermione looked up at him. "I couldn't sleep." Snape nodded curtly and headed for the doors. He stopped and looked back at her. She had gone back to her meal and wasn't aware of him watching her. His thoughts strayed to his dreams. Soft skin, silky hair, soft coaxing noises. It had him rattled to the core not to mention made him wanting beyond belief. For a moment he thought, no he wished, that she would look at him. But she didn't. With a shrug and small sigh, he turned and left the Great Hall.
Just as he left, Hermione pulled out her schedule and groaned. Her first class was potions and she wasn't looking forward to it. Lately Snape had been worse then ever. He was merciless in class. And he seemed to give them more homework than needed. Hermione was just glad that she knew how and where to look and what needed to be done. Which made things easier and quicker to do when it came to his class or any at that matter. With a sigh, she looked at the schedule again and mumbled
"Just another day in the potions lab, oh joy." Hermione rolled her eyes and got up. Her mind was a mess and the dream had her lost in a sea of confusion. She decided that best place to look for answers at this point was the library. So, picking up her bag, she headed for the library. Hermione jumped the steps two at a time not wanting to get asked questions by other students who might be up. She made it to the library just as some Ravenclaw seventh years were heading for the Great Hall. Entering the library, she smiled. It was empty like normal, except for Madam Pince.
Hermione found a table way at the back. Setting her things down, she headed for the Potions section. She wanted to find the book that she thought would have the answers to what had been going on in her dreams. She just hoped that no one else had been having the same problem and had beaten her to it. As she entered the section, she noticed Snape at the very back of it, his back to her. She took in the sight of him. He looked normal except maybe a bit cleaner, hair wise, since it was so early. And his robes were shiner and a bit more straight. As she watched him she noticed that he seemed to be flipping through a book.
At that moment, an image flashed through her mind of her dream and the man whispering in her ear. 'You know you want this.' Hermione shook her head and started looking for a book on dreams or dream potions. She didn't want to think about it anymore, afraid of what it might do to her, not to mention it could make the dreams worse. Snape seemed to notice her at that moment and he turned around. He watched her as she pulled a book from the shelf in front of her. He only glanced at the cover but shrugged. He noticed something seemed to be bothering her. For she was flipping through the book she had in her hands rather fast and the look on her face was puzzled and confused. Why should he care, he thought. Not really knowing the answer, he put his own book down and walked over.
"Getting a little further ahead?" He sneered, amusement in his voice as he mocked her. Hermione looked up at him. Her expression was evidence enough. Something was on her mind and it looked to be taking it's toll. He could have sworn he saw a hint of fear for a brief moment.
"No sir, Professor." Hermione hesitated, why tell him? He didn't need to know, did he? But maybe he could help. He was the potions master after all. "I'm just looking for a spell or potion that might allow someone to control another persons dreams. Mine have been very strange and never wrecking lately."
Snape blinked, slightly alarmed. He hadn't been expecting that, or had he? She was looking in a spell book, not to mention one on bewitching the mind and senses. He pushed aside his momentary surprise and spoke. "You are probably looking in the wrong book. That ones for conscious states." Why was he doing this? He was helping the one person he did not wish to help right now or ever as he seemed to think all the time. The one person he did not need to be around. She made his mind wander back to his dream.
Hermione flipped to the books cover and blinked. He was right, it was for conscious states, not subconscious ones. "Oh." Closing the book she took another off the shelf, but it to was conscious states. Ignoring Snape she looked at the other books. All seemed to be in the same category as the first.
Leaving Hermione's side, Snape walked over to the book he had been looking at. Picking it up, he walked back to her. She looked back up at him, blinking. Not saying a word, he put it in her hands. After doing this, he left without another word or notion. His thoughts were troubled at the fact that it seemed he was not alone when it came to strange dreams. For Hermione seemed to be having the same problem.
After Snape left, Hermione looked at the book and read the cover. "Advanced Potions for Controlling Dreams and Other Subconscious Related States."
Hermione gasped and looked up at the closed doors. He had been looking at the book she had needed. Why? Well, that she didn't know. But she needed to find out. What if he had been the one messing with her dreams all this time? Opening the book quickly, she flipped to the marked page. Reading a bit, she looked back at the doors. Quickly putting it in her bag, she headed for the dungeons.
Snape had some questions to answer. And she wanted answers. He had been looking at the potion she had been thinking of, not to mention he had been looking in the right book. And for once she didn't care if he deducted points, she'd just get them back in another class. Hermione knocked on his office door. Almost at once, Snape called out in his normal cold voice.
"Come in." Hermione entered the room and walked to his desk. "Can I help you, Miss Granger?" Hermione nodded, pulling the book from her bag. Though she was slightly afraid he would get mad at her, she laid it on his desk.
"How did you know what book to get?"
Snape growled. He hadn't realized that he was looking at the book and the potion she needed until it was too late. Even aware of this, he had given her the book. Biting back a remark, he watched her. "I do believe that I am the potions master, am I not?"
Hermione nodded again. "Yes, but isn't that the page you were looking at?" She flipped the book open to the page that was marked.
Snape looked at it and shrugged. But he couldn't help but see that he had better get himself out of the mess he was in. Because he knew that she was probably thinking that he was toying with her dreams.
"No, it wasn't what I was looking at. Any student could have marked that page prior to me looking in the book." He lied, trying to get her to step away from her chosen path. Hermione glared slightly. Snape reached out, closing the book. After he did, he stood up walking around the desk standing in front of her. "I do believe that I don't have to explain myself any further. You have you answer. Besides the only person who would get any explanation from me is Dumbledore."
Hermione took a step back, his scent filling her senses. He smelled so..so..good. He smelled-. No, she wouldn't think about that. Not with him standing right here in front of her. She couldn't it would only make things worse than they already were. Snape looked at her oddly as he watched her get lost in thought. Coming from them a few moments later, she looked up at him and spoke.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I was just wondering. It won't happen again." Hermione blushed slightly under his dark, cruel gaze. With eyes like his, she thought, who wouldn't?
Snape smirked as he watched her react to him. A thought crossed his mind. 'Why is she blushing? Most students would have cowered before him at his cold, cruel gaze. He shrugged it off and spoke, his voice colder then normal. "You're lucky that I didn't take off points for your disrespect. Now go on and take your seat. Class is about to start." Hermione nodded and left his office. She was so lost in her own thoughts by then that she hadn't realized she had left the book. Snape picked up the book, following her into the class room. "Ms. Granger. I believe that you forgot this." He held it out to her. Hermione stopped, turning around. Walking to him, she took the book from him with a nod.
"Thank you." Turning back around, she walked to her seat. Hermione sat down just as the rest of the class started taking their seats.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of it's characters, places, or things. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling.
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Hermione gasped as she was thrown against a wall and pinned there. The voice that whispered in her ear had a sickening silkiness to it. The man was too strong. She couldn't get free. And the fear that gripped her was relentless.
"Now..don't fight little one." The voice purred, making her shiver. "You know you want this." The man pressed himself closer to her. Making heat run like rapid fire along her body. Why was she reacting like this? What was making her want something she shouldn't? Hermione shook her head trying to stop it all.
"No!" She thrashed, wanting to get away. "Leave me alone!" He chuckled and...
Hermione suddenly sat up in bed screaming. Her heart pounding, she looked around. As she did, she found that the other girls were still asleep. With a sigh of relief, she smiled, glad that she hadn't woken them up. Crawling from her bed, Hermione shivered. The effects of the dream were still holding her in it's grasp. As a chill ran through her again, she pulled on her robe for a bit of comfort and warmth. Tiptoeing across the room, she headed for the stairs that led to the common room.
Opening the door quietly, she descended the stairs. When she entered the common room she found it empty, which made her smile. As she took another look around, she spotted her favorite chair. With a sigh, she walked over and sat down in it, getting comfortable. Snuggling into the plush chair, she dozed off into a more dreamless sleep. As the first rays of the sun started brightening the darkened common room, Hermione woke up. Getting up, she stretched.
"mm..." Yawning, she headed up to her dorm to get changed. On the way there, she thought about the dream. But after a few of the scenes had run through her head, she pushed them out. The thought of a man she didn't know touching her and making her like it was not a good thing. It was time she looked for answers because these were not normal dreams. Her thoughts were still on the answer to the dreams as she entered the dorm room. Being as quiet as she could, she got dressed and grabbed her bag of books. Walking back down into the common room, she headed for the portrait hole. As she walked towards it, she heard someone coming down the stairs. He was blinking and rubbing his eyes.
"Hermione?"
Stopping, she turned around seeing Ron. Hermione smiled and thought about how funny he looked with his hair all a mess and his shirt off. It made her mind run back to the dream. And of the man's body against hers and his hands on her-. Hermione immediately shook the thoughts of him from her head and spoke in a cheerful tone.
"Mornin' Ron."
Ron mumbled and stretched. "Mornin'. Where are you going?"
She giggled, her smile becoming bigger with the funny sight of him. "Down to get breakfast and then I'm going to go study some. You still look tired and it's rather early. Why don't you get some more sleep? Don't want you falling asleep in McGonagall's class again. You remember what she turned you into last time?" She noted how he seemed to be falling back asleep where he stood and it made her shake her head with a small laugh.
Ron seemed to agree with her. He nodded and started back towards the steps, mumbling. "yeah..a roster, with a fake sun around its head" This made Hermione laughed a little more, remembering the sight of Ron as a Roster. Hermione watched as he started to climb the stairs. But before he even got to the fourth one, Harry ran right into him, knocking them both to the ground. Harry must not have been very awake either when he descended the stairs for the two boys rolled around for a few moments before finally untangling themselves, still half asleep. Both of them seemed to be mumbling stuff at each other or to themselves and it made Hermione laugh out loud.
"I'll see you guys later." Harry and Ron watched her leave from their position on the floor.
Harry looked at Ron. He noticed that he only had his pants on and his hair was a mess. The image of him totally nude passed through Harry's mind and he had to force himself not to blush, not to mention control his hormones all the same. And that was a daunting task.
"Where's she going?"
Ron blinked still trying to wake himself up. He rubbed his eyes mumbling. "I dunno, she said something about going to Breakfast and then going sucking?" Harry grinned as he realized Ron wasn't even halfway awake yet. He couldn't help but grin wider, since Ron seemed to be falling back asleep again.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he started laughing before any words could come. The thought and the sight of Ron how he was, was hilarious. "I think she said studying, Ron. Not sucking." Harry chuckled softly. His mind was reeling with of thoughts of Ron and how cute he looked in the morning.
Ron rubbed his eyes again, yawning. "Oh yeah." Ron looked up at Harry, who was still on top of him. "Um. Harry are you going to get up?"
Harry blinked and then nodded. "Yeah, sorry Ron. I was just lost in thought." Harry started to get up, but as he did, he tripped over Ron's legs, falling back down on top of him.
"Gah! Sorry Ron."
Ron nodded, hitting his head on Harry's. "oww - you have a hard head Harry.." Harry blinked.
"Sorry.."
"S'ok, just do me a favor and move your knee." Ron had groaned the words out. He had not realized what the sight of Harry did to him until Harry's knee had moved against him. It made him want things and need things that he shouldn't even be thinking about. Things he had wanted since their first year.
"Huh?" Harry realized why Ron had asked him to move his knee. He was hard as a rock. "Oh, sorry." Harry blushed, moving his knee to remove the pressure. Trying to get up again, Harry only seemed to make things worse for Ron. Who groaned as Harry brushed against him again. Harry tried his hardest to get up a third time but he couldn't seem to keep his balance and fell back down onto Ron making their bodies rub in all the right places at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
Finally, Ron couldn't take it and flipped Harry over, onto his back. With a growl of annoyance and slight disappointment, he got up. He didn't look at Harry as he stalked off to the bathroom to deal with the problem. Harry watched him go and got up. Shaking his head, he went upstairs to get some more sleep. He hadn't thought that he could turn Ron on so much, if he had. If it had been his fault, he couldn't help but feel slightly happy at the fact that Ron might have somewhat of an attraction towards him. Which had Harry noticed that he himself had started to walk the same path as Ron had. With a sigh, he walked to his bed. He couldn't do anything about it now. Harry climbed into bed and fell back asleep.
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Meanwhile, Hermione had made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As she walked, she tried to think of things other than the dream but that was all her mind would settle on. This didn't please her in the least, she didn't want to think about the dream. It made her desire things she shouldn't. Coming to the Gryffindor table, she sat down and put her things beside her. Upon making herself a plate, she noticed that the only other person in the Hall was Professor Snape. He had been watching her the whole time, it seemed.
Snape noticed Hermione looking at him. "Here's Miss Perfect once again." Snape growled and mumbled as he got up. Walking down to the Gryffindor table, he sneered. "And what brings you to life this early in the morning, Miss Granger?"
Hermione looked up at him. "I couldn't sleep." Snape nodded curtly and headed for the doors. He stopped and looked back at her. She had gone back to her meal and wasn't aware of him watching her. His thoughts strayed to his dreams. Soft skin, silky hair, soft coaxing noises. It had him rattled to the core not to mention made him wanting beyond belief. For a moment he thought, no he wished, that she would look at him. But she didn't. With a shrug and small sigh, he turned and left the Great Hall.
Just as he left, Hermione pulled out her schedule and groaned. Her first class was potions and she wasn't looking forward to it. Lately Snape had been worse then ever. He was merciless in class. And he seemed to give them more homework than needed. Hermione was just glad that she knew how and where to look and what needed to be done. Which made things easier and quicker to do when it came to his class or any at that matter. With a sigh, she looked at the schedule again and mumbled
"Just another day in the potions lab, oh joy." Hermione rolled her eyes and got up. Her mind was a mess and the dream had her lost in a sea of confusion. She decided that best place to look for answers at this point was the library. So, picking up her bag, she headed for the library. Hermione jumped the steps two at a time not wanting to get asked questions by other students who might be up. She made it to the library just as some Ravenclaw seventh years were heading for the Great Hall. Entering the library, she smiled. It was empty like normal, except for Madam Pince.
Hermione found a table way at the back. Setting her things down, she headed for the Potions section. She wanted to find the book that she thought would have the answers to what had been going on in her dreams. She just hoped that no one else had been having the same problem and had beaten her to it. As she entered the section, she noticed Snape at the very back of it, his back to her. She took in the sight of him. He looked normal except maybe a bit cleaner, hair wise, since it was so early. And his robes were shiner and a bit more straight. As she watched him she noticed that he seemed to be flipping through a book.
At that moment, an image flashed through her mind of her dream and the man whispering in her ear. 'You know you want this.' Hermione shook her head and started looking for a book on dreams or dream potions. She didn't want to think about it anymore, afraid of what it might do to her, not to mention it could make the dreams worse. Snape seemed to notice her at that moment and he turned around. He watched her as she pulled a book from the shelf in front of her. He only glanced at the cover but shrugged. He noticed something seemed to be bothering her. For she was flipping through the book she had in her hands rather fast and the look on her face was puzzled and confused. Why should he care, he thought. Not really knowing the answer, he put his own book down and walked over.
"Getting a little further ahead?" He sneered, amusement in his voice as he mocked her. Hermione looked up at him. Her expression was evidence enough. Something was on her mind and it looked to be taking it's toll. He could have sworn he saw a hint of fear for a brief moment.
"No sir, Professor." Hermione hesitated, why tell him? He didn't need to know, did he? But maybe he could help. He was the potions master after all. "I'm just looking for a spell or potion that might allow someone to control another persons dreams. Mine have been very strange and never wrecking lately."
Snape blinked, slightly alarmed. He hadn't been expecting that, or had he? She was looking in a spell book, not to mention one on bewitching the mind and senses. He pushed aside his momentary surprise and spoke. "You are probably looking in the wrong book. That ones for conscious states." Why was he doing this? He was helping the one person he did not wish to help right now or ever as he seemed to think all the time. The one person he did not need to be around. She made his mind wander back to his dream.
Hermione flipped to the books cover and blinked. He was right, it was for conscious states, not subconscious ones. "Oh." Closing the book she took another off the shelf, but it to was conscious states. Ignoring Snape she looked at the other books. All seemed to be in the same category as the first.
Leaving Hermione's side, Snape walked over to the book he had been looking at. Picking it up, he walked back to her. She looked back up at him, blinking. Not saying a word, he put it in her hands. After doing this, he left without another word or notion. His thoughts were troubled at the fact that it seemed he was not alone when it came to strange dreams. For Hermione seemed to be having the same problem.
After Snape left, Hermione looked at the book and read the cover. "Advanced Potions for Controlling Dreams and Other Subconscious Related States."
Hermione gasped and looked up at the closed doors. He had been looking at the book she had needed. Why? Well, that she didn't know. But she needed to find out. What if he had been the one messing with her dreams all this time? Opening the book quickly, she flipped to the marked page. Reading a bit, she looked back at the doors. Quickly putting it in her bag, she headed for the dungeons.
Snape had some questions to answer. And she wanted answers. He had been looking at the potion she had been thinking of, not to mention he had been looking in the right book. And for once she didn't care if he deducted points, she'd just get them back in another class. Hermione knocked on his office door. Almost at once, Snape called out in his normal cold voice.
"Come in." Hermione entered the room and walked to his desk. "Can I help you, Miss Granger?" Hermione nodded, pulling the book from her bag. Though she was slightly afraid he would get mad at her, she laid it on his desk.
"How did you know what book to get?"
Snape growled. He hadn't realized that he was looking at the book and the potion she needed until it was too late. Even aware of this, he had given her the book. Biting back a remark, he watched her. "I do believe that I am the potions master, am I not?"
Hermione nodded again. "Yes, but isn't that the page you were looking at?" She flipped the book open to the page that was marked.
Snape looked at it and shrugged. But he couldn't help but see that he had better get himself out of the mess he was in. Because he knew that she was probably thinking that he was toying with her dreams.
"No, it wasn't what I was looking at. Any student could have marked that page prior to me looking in the book." He lied, trying to get her to step away from her chosen path. Hermione glared slightly. Snape reached out, closing the book. After he did, he stood up walking around the desk standing in front of her. "I do believe that I don't have to explain myself any further. You have you answer. Besides the only person who would get any explanation from me is Dumbledore."
Hermione took a step back, his scent filling her senses. He smelled so..so..good. He smelled-. No, she wouldn't think about that. Not with him standing right here in front of her. She couldn't it would only make things worse than they already were. Snape looked at her oddly as he watched her get lost in thought. Coming from them a few moments later, she looked up at him and spoke.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I was just wondering. It won't happen again." Hermione blushed slightly under his dark, cruel gaze. With eyes like his, she thought, who wouldn't?
Snape smirked as he watched her react to him. A thought crossed his mind. 'Why is she blushing? Most students would have cowered before him at his cold, cruel gaze. He shrugged it off and spoke, his voice colder then normal. "You're lucky that I didn't take off points for your disrespect. Now go on and take your seat. Class is about to start." Hermione nodded and left his office. She was so lost in her own thoughts by then that she hadn't realized she had left the book. Snape picked up the book, following her into the class room. "Ms. Granger. I believe that you forgot this." He held it out to her. Hermione stopped, turning around. Walking to him, she took the book from him with a nod.
"Thank you." Turning back around, she walked to her seat. Hermione sat down just as the rest of the class started taking their seats.