Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own anything related to Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling is the genius behind these characters.

Hermione sat idly in her chair, twiddling her thumbs. Class was over, but Snape had asked her to stay. She watched as the other students packed up their things and left the classroom. Hermione looked back to find Ron and Harry staring at her, curious as to why Snape decided to keep her after class. She motioned them to leave, and they waved goodbye as they headed out the door. She smiled to herself as she turned to the front of the class.

"I have such good friends" she thought.

She faced Snape who was sitting at his desk, doing what looked to be like marking papers.

"Did he forget I was here?"

She continued staring at him.

"Maybe, he will get the feeling that someone is watching him…"

After about a minute or so of staring, Snape never even so much as glanced at her.

"Clearly this isn't working."

Hermione cleared her throat. Snape rustled through some papers, as if he was unaware of the noise. She raised her hand in the air, as if she eagerly wanted to answer a question in class. He paid no attention to her whatsoever.

"Ugh…I can't handle this bloody silence any longer. I demand to know why the old bat is keeping me."

"Professor…" said Hermione suddenly.

"Miss Granger," interrupted Snape, "you spoke out in class a total of eight times today. Each interruption results in two minutes after class. Do you know how long you will be staying after class today, Miss Granger?"

"Sixteen minutes, Professor?" she asked.

He glared at her as he rose from his desk, walking slowly over to Hermione's table. Reaching the table, he grasped his hands on the edge and leaned forward, towards Hermione's face. Hermione could feel the hot air on her skin as he exhaled. Hermione's big, brown eyes looked into his narrow, black ones.

"Your time begins now" Snape said.

Snape turned swiftly and made his way back to the desk, Hermione's eyes following him all the way. Hermione hadn't realized it but she broke out into a small sweat and her heartbeat had sped up.

"Geez, it must be getting warm in here," she thought as she pulled her collar away from her neck.

Snape returned to his revisions as Hermione eyes looked over him carefully.

"This can't be the same Snape that sat in that desk a few minutes earlier. I feel almost attracted to him. I mean, now that I think about it, I do like how his flat, black hair lightly grazes his shoulders whenever he moves. And his beady, little, black eyes can be quite captivating when stared into. And his nose may be crooked…but it gives his face a little character. And it is kind of amusing watching his facial expressions. And his lips do look a bit soft…wait, what the hell am I thinking about?! Oh gods, I've gone mental."

Hermione put her hands over her face, as her head shook from side to side.

After her sixteen minutes with Snape were up, Hermione left and went to the Great Hall. There she found Ginny, sitting at the Gryffindor table and looking rather lonely.

"I should tell Ginny. She would know what to do."

Hermione sat down at the table across from Ginny.

"Ginny, I have something to tell you," Hermione said in almost a whisper.

"Well?" asked Ginny, wide-eyed.

Hermione looked around, making sure no one's eyes and ears were on them, and leaned in closer to Ginny.

Hermione said quietly, "I think I may have a crush…on Professor Snape"

"You mean, you're just now having a crush on him?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on! Every girl's had a crush on Snape. I've had one ever since our first Potions class…"

"Bloody hell, the girls in this school are mad." Hermione thought.

Ginny continued, "I mean, don't you know about Pansy's plan?"

"Plan? What plan?"

"She bets that she will be the first girl to shag Snape, and that he's going to make the first move."

"But…what about Malfoy?"

"I don't know if he knows."

Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table, where she spied Pansy sitting on Malfoy's lap and whispering in his ear.

"I almost feel sorry for him."

"Ginny," Hermione said, "I'm going to give our dear Ms. Parkinson some competition."

"You're what?"

"Two can play her game, and I'm going to win."

Hermione smiled as she got up from the table, and winked at Ginny as she walked away.