When she touched her tongue to his lips she was sure her entire body would explode into flames. When she ran her fingers through his hair she was sure that the world would implode around her. When she was near him, thinking of him, obsessed with him, she felt as if nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter.
"Psst! Hermione I need help!" Neville hissed to his lab partner, the whole while staring at the dreaded potions teacher across the room talking to Theodore Nott. Neville notices Hermione watching him to, a strange look in her eyes.
"Hey Hermione you okay?" He asks his friends. Perhaps she made a mistake in the mixture and it is having some horrible reaction.
"What? Oh sorry Neville. Yeah I am fine… just fine." She tells him with a sigh that would make Lavender Brown jealous, her eyes never leaving Professor Snape, wondering if to touch him would really be like she imagined it be. It certainly would a theory that she vowed to test one day.
"Five points from Gryffindor for not following instructions!" Professor Snape snaps at the two Gryffindors after catching wind of their eyes on him.