A.N. this is my second fic ever..not counting the one's I've started but never finish, and my first one well..it was a one shot and I have yet to recover the notebook it was in.. So, I hope you like my story!

Prolouge

Hermione Granger, 7th year student and head girl, was wandering the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy look ing for anyone who was out after curfew. As head girl, it was one of her duties and she took it very seriously. Even so, the castle was kind of creepy at night.

Hermione turned a corner, entering the corridor on which the hospital wing was located and - quite literally - walked into to a limping Professor Severus Snape.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned in a sharp whisper.

"I'm doing my head girl duties, sir." Hermione replied.

"Watch where you are going next time, you silly little girl!" Snape said. Hermione noticed that he winced when he shifted his wieght to the other side of his body.

"Serves him right" Hermione thought to herself, then aloud,"Yes, sir. I was just heading back to my rooms."

Hermione entered her private head girls room and sighed happily. She was home. Her rooms had no house affiliation and no one to bother her while she studied. The deep mahogany furniture matched perfectly with the rich carpeting. It was a very calming place.

"I kind of wonder what was wrong with Snape." she said to herself, "While I don't like the guy, I don't hate him. He might be back to spying - in fact, he probably is.."

Hermione got up, showered, and finished rereading "Hogwarts, A History" before turning off the lights and going to sleep.

That same night, Severus Snape entered his teaching quarters tired and in pain...not to mention emotionally drained. When Hermione had run into him, he had just finished being treated for prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus curse. Vodemort had had fun tonight. When she saw him in that state, it made it five times worse. He had long since stopped denying to himself that he liked her, maybe even loved her, but that didn't mean he would ever do anything about it. He was such a horrible person, had done so much wrong, not only to her, but to wizarding kind in general, that he didn't deserve her. Not that she would ever like a greasy, overgrown bat like him.

Snape knew that he shouldn't have feelings like this for her, even if there weren't any rules about it at Hogwarts. He knew that if she knew about this, she would run away in terror.

"She probably hates me," he thought, "oh but thats just as well, since if Voldemort found out..well..we'd both be dead."

That night, Severus Snape went to bed, his dreams full of visions of his love, his Hermione.

A.N. Does anyone think I should continue this? I know this basic opening has been used more then once but hey, my story will be different. So, what do you think?