A/N: It's been a very long time since I've posted anything of ff.net and the very first time I'm posting anything Harry Potter related. Hermione/Snape is usually not my favorite pairing but I had to jot this one down. Constructive criticism is encouraged and appreciated. Thank you!

The hot topic of conversation in the Gryffindor common room was nothing less of intelligent and philosophical: why do the good girls always want the bad boys? The boys never understood it nor did the girls themselves; but it was almost a fact of life. Theories were thrown back and forth across the room. Even some of the first years who haven't even reached puberty had a say in all this confusion. Each theory was as plausible, or as ridiculous, as the one before; and so, another one of life's unanswered questions was born, left to be pondered by future generations.

Amidst all the verbal chaos sat Hermione Granger by the fireplace. Her attempts to delve deeper into her book were foiled when her ears caught interesting bits and pieces of the almost incomprehensible babble in the common room. Ignoring it was futile, so she slammed her book shut and stared into the fire. As she was, somehow, her train of thought made its way through her memories of last night. Oh, what a surreal night it was: finding Professor Snape hunched over in his office, marking students' scrolls; how strongly the black robes contrasted with his pallid skin before they were removed completely; how cold the wooden desk was under her bare back; two warm bodies indulging in a forbidden midnight activity and savoring every moment of it.

Hermione smiled inwardly, anxious about reliving her memory later that night. She wasn't sure if she was a so-called "good girl," but when he wanted to, Snape could be a very bad boy.