The lessons in love
Chapter 3 – Strange Dreams
Finally after two and a half hours of what seemed like torture, her 'detention' with Snape had finished and Hermione was found lying on her bed in the girl's dormitory whilst rubbing her temples and groaning from the effort of the whole situation.
"He really is impossible!" she mumbled to herself, "You'd think he'd at least be able to take my suggestions under his belt, rather than snort at every single introductory method I came up with!" Hermione frowned. Their lesson that evening hadn't progressed very far as Snape couldn't seem to get the grips of introducing himself without a sneer or smirk; let alone without a snarky comment after muttering his name. She continued to grumble to herself as she got ready for bed and slipped under her duvet. Muttering words on where Snape could shove their lessons, she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Suddenly Hermione was running, tears sliding down her cheeks as she once again, ran away from something she feared but yearned for so much. Then, as if he'd been there the entire time, he was behind her again, gripping her waist, caressing her arm and whispering in her ear, although now he was whispering words of comfort.
"Who are you?" she murmured, trying to turn round to see the mysterious man's face. There was no reply, but he tightened his hold on her, not allowing her to see his profile. The stranger suddenly placed his lips on the side of her neck, kissing down to where her neck met her shoulder and Hermione closed her eyes, forgetting everything but the feeling of his lips on her skin. When she opened them again, she found herself lying in the brightly lit dormitory.
That day, Hermione was found breakfasting late. It was a sunny Saturday so she decided to take a leisurely stroll around the lake. After half an hour of constant walking, with only the noise of the wind blowing through the trees, she summoned a book from her dormitory and sat down gracefully on the soft grass and yawned. Last night's dream was really confusing, who on earth was this man that she couldn't pry from her mind? For the next few minutes she pondered about who her mystery man was, the guy who'd made her feel more comfortable than she had for a long time. After a short period of time, her book came zooming across the lake and landed softly on her lap. Her eyes gleamed as she took in the front cover of her novel. It was a recent purchase from a Muggle bookshop which she had yet to read. Moving herself into a more comfortable position, Hermione began to read, and didn't notice a dark figure glide towards her, watching her intently as she sped her way through the open book in her lap.
The figure stood by a tree near the forbidden forest for quite some time, taking in her expression and the way her soft curls fell around her face.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Fan fiction was playing up for some weird reason, and wouldn't let me edit/add to this story until today. I have no idea why, but it was just erroring every time I tried, so I gave up for a bit. Fortunately I tried today and everything seemed to be fine, so we're all good!
Sorry this chapters so short, ;_; last week I only just recovered from the flu, and I've had college work and Anime is just too alluring! xD Anyway, I'm not sure when the next update will be, I know there's not much in this chapter, so I'm sorry again! But at the moment I've got writers block, so it might not be for a week or two.
AA/N: Chapter beta'd by ChiYagami! Thanks (: