Wishes and Dreams.
Every night since arriving at Grimauld Place she'd left her door ajar and every night he'd simply walked past, only allowing himself a moment to think about the occupant of the bedroom and of his heart. But tonight was different, a light shone from the open doorway, catching his attention. Quickly coming up with a scathing remark about how late it was. He silently crept into the room hoping to use the element of surprise to shock her a little. But this plan was useless.
For there sleeping soundly, with a peaceful look upon her face and an open book lying discarded next to her was one Hermione Granger. Severus' breath caught as he peered at her, he had never seen Hermione look more radiant than she did right now, she truly looked like the angel he thought her to be. Slowly making his way to sit beside her on the bed, he took the time to simply take in the sight of her, knowing that the opportunity to see her in this state of rest would probably never arise again.
He moved a stray caramel curl from her face, savouring its velvet feel. He watched as it twirled and danced between his fingers before looking back up to Hermiones face and letting a soft sigh escape his lips, for he knew that a relationship with the women in front of him was next to impossible, after all who could ever love the 'greasy git'
"If only you knew how deep my feeling for you ran," he whispered into the empty room, "if only you knew that every night when I dream, I dream only of your smile, your laugh, your eyes and your kiss." He let the curl fall before continuing.
"If only you knew how much it hurts me inside to see you everyday and know that you'll never be mine," his voice dropped to barely a whisper, " if only you knew that my only wish is that you might, one day, love me too."
After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Severus grabbed a hold of his courage and softly brushed his lips against hers, he was a little shocked at the smile that graced her features afterwards, but thought it merely a natural reaction to a good dream. He blew out the candle on her bedside table, before letting out a quiet "goodnight Hermione".
He then left the room, barely catching the nearly inaudible "goodnight my Sev." He never noticed the two deep brown eyes watch him leave from their view on the bed, or the slender fingers brush the lips that he had kissed not moments ago, He didn't know that his wish was already coming true.