She knew, even before she took a single stop into the room, that he wouldn't look in her direction. The 'next morning' syndrome, as she secretly preferred to call it. He would pointedly avoid her eyes and, to the unknowing onlookers, seemingly ignore her as he began the lesson.
Which was fine with her, although she found it slightly irksome. She didn't want their dirty little secret aired to the world, but some acknowledgement might be appreciated.
She glanced up to his imposing desk as she stepped over the threshold and immediately sensed she was right. He had been bent over his desk, quill scratching furiously – probably marking some poor first year's essay – but when she entered his obsidian eyes flicked up to meet hers. She grinned spontaneously and watched his ears redden to a delightful shade of scarlet; her smile broadened simply because it was unlike him to let such a thing show. He quickly returned his gaze to the papers, hand clenched a bit tighter.
She slid into her seat and stretched leisurely, inadvertently cracking the top five vertebrae of her spine. Knowing that she held a subsequent amount of power of this man – for man he was – gave her a raw satisfaction. This wasn't just about her, though. It was the guilt that nibbled at his mind until the next time they were together; it would cease temporarily, then, before starting up anew the following day. She couldn't stop that.
Do I feel guilty about all of this?
She asked herself the same thing daily, but never quite reached a definite answer. One thing was sure: she felt no guilt over the whole thing starting up. No, it hadn't been all her fault. He had wanted this too.
Hermione calmed her inner babble, instead focusing on he who had taught her so much more than Potions over the past few months. He never looked her way again during the class period, but she sensed the thing layer of sexual tension coating the air. He'd come for her tonight.
And it made her smile, just a little, when he turned his head, to see the reddish-purple hue of her bite mark peeking above the high collar on his neck.
A/N: Well, that was just a little oneshot that's been buzzing around in my head for a while. All those Hermione/Severus stories I've been reading. ^_^ Anyway, please remember to leave a review. Makes me happy and keeps me from driving completely off the edge of sanity. Seriously, see that button? All pretty and colored? Click it. Review, review, review! Thanks so much for reading!