AN: I am aware that not everyone likes this pairing. Please don't read it then. For the Achieve- that- OUTSTANDING Challenge, Poor: desire. Enjoy and review please. First of two drabbles.
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire."
Robert Frost
The only time Severus Snape had felt any desire for a woman, desire, not the pitiful crush he had had on Lily Evans, was when he saw Hermione Granger for the first time after the war ended.
It was at a ball, for the victors, and Minerva had bullied him into coming. He had been standing moodily in the corner of the Great Hall, sipping his drink, when a vision in black had come swanning through the doors, flowing brown hair cascading down white shoulders, and tight little dress hugging the curves just right.
Severus had felt a hot flush go through him, making his lower stomach tighten and his pupils dilate.
He had felt pleasantly aroused, until she turned around, and he caught a glimpse of her face, the familiar brown eyes widening in recognition, and then a smile as she recognized him. Flushing hotly, ashamed of himself, and feeling like a dirty old man, Severus downed his drink quickly, and marched out of the Hall, ignoring Hermione's confused voice, asking: "Professor Snape?"
He made his way down to the dungeons, said the password to the blank piece of wall in his office that protected his quarters, and settled in to spend the night feeling like an idiot.