Well, Ladies and Gentlemen,

here it is: My first english fanfiction, to be honestly my first in any other language, too.

Guess the Pairing will be Hermione and Severus, just because it was the first idea sneaking up in my chaotic head.

I´d like to thank the gorgeous author that created all of those lovely characters (wasn´t me, you see?)

As far as I don´t know anybody out there, I´ll just publish this little story without beta, but I´d be very thankful for all kinds of honest, but fair criticism.

Just something that should be mentioned: At the moment I really (should) concentrate on my studies and that´s the reason why there will be no regularly uploads.

I can´t and won´t tell you where this whole thing leads Hermione and Snape, because I don´t know either.

They´re both of Age, there will be no time travels, no marriage laws, no divorces, no wars and reappearing Dark Lords, no sex with Lucius or Draco, no nasty Harrys and no living Dumbledores.

There may be dirty sex scenes, a foolish Ronald, a completely ridiculous plot, repeating sex scenes, and well...mh...just let me know what you want to read!


As she slowly opened her eyes and blinked against the sunlight, her gaze first recognized the figure next to her.

He was sitting right beside her, his head rested on his hands, eyes closed. After a few seconds of waking up and adjusting to her surroundings panic overcame. The bitter taste on her tong made her choke, she didn´t know how to breathe and felt the her heart beating way too fast.

What, for Merlins sake, had happened to her?

The last thing she could remember – just barely, but better than nothing, she thought – was running down into the dark forest, feeling like she had to carry the whole weight of the world on her thin shoulders.

She hadn´t felt this paralyzing fear since the end of the dark days, since Harry´s victory and Voldemort´s death.

But now it crooked up her veins, made her hands tremble and her knees shake and didn´t leave any thought in her mind, which had often been considered the brightest of her whole generation.

Still unable to move her body she started to observe the room she was in. It was full of sunlight, with huge windows on both of its long sides, beds on her left and her right and of course him, on the chair to her left, merely inches away from her bed.

When she kept track of every of his features, he stared back at her like he had clearly felt her eyes on him even through his closed eyelids. This was one of his disturbing abilities, she secretly noted, often used in the dungeon and Great Hall, looking for students in order to punish them without any reason.

As she tried to raise her voice she sounded hoarse and shaky and she had to concentrate for the words to leave her mouth in the right order.

"Why´m I here? What day? My classes?"