Unexpected Feelings

Disclaimer: Hahahahahaha!!! I don't own it…. I also don't know why that is funny…. Hahahahahahahaha!!!! SHUT UP ELMO

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Hermione sat in Potions and scribbled every word that her Professor uttered. She really admired him in truth… his brain as well as his- body. She did not like the boys her own age, and found them immature and definitely not boyfriend material. She knew she shouldn't be crushing over a professor… especially a professor who's a bit of a git… but she couldn't help it. In truth, it wasn't actually against the law or anything for students to date professors, it was just frowned upon.

During the lab she tripped over her robes and knocked her potion all over the floor. She swore loudly, making the entire class gasp. Hermione Granger just swore!

"Miss Granger…" a deep voice said, and Hermione looked up to see Snape towering over, "You will some in after classes tonight for a detention. That was highly inappropriate language."

Hermione sighed. "Yes sir," she mumbled, smiling inwardly.

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Hermione entered the dungeons, prepared to scrub floors or some other horrible task. She walked into the Potions classroom and surprisingly enough, Snape was nowhere in sight.

"Professor?" she called, knocking on his office door, "I'm here for my detention!"

She opened the door and stepped over the threshold cautiously, expecting him to jump from the shadows. She looked over to his desk and saw him slumbering peacefully. She walked carefully up to him and poked him in the shoulder.

"Snape, wake up," she whispered. She shook him lightly, "Hello! I'm here for my detention! Would you mind terribly being conscious for it?"

Snape muttered something and grabbed her wrist. "I'm awake, so you can stop shaking me."

Hermione had to stifle a laugh and he scowled at her. "Something funny, Miss Granger?"

"No… it's just…" she giggled, "You look so… never mind."

"What? What do I look like?" he asked, smirking.

Ah… the trademark Slytherin smirk… "You really want to know?"

"Oh please, do tell…"

"Well, okay… you asked," Hermione smiled, "I was just thinking that you looked kind of… well- cute- when you complain."

Snape quickly let go of her wrist and reminded himself not to let his jaw hit the floor. "Oh… well, let's begin your detention." He cleared his throat, looking none too comfortable.

This is fun… maybe I should get detention more often…

"To start, you are going to redo the potion that you spilled all over my floor earlier," Snape said.

"You're going to let me redo it?" she asked disbelievingly.

"Would you rather I didn't?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head vigorously. Wow… Snape's being a decent human being… is he sick?

"Your ingredients are ready and you can start whenever… I'll be grading papers- when you're finished bring it to me," he said, sitting at his desk.

Within an hour Hermione's potion was quietly simmering over the fire and she had absolutely nothing to do. She looked over at Snape who was hunched over on his desk, fast asleep. She smiled and shook her head.

She walked over to his desk and bent over it to his ear. She inhaled deeply and yelled, "FIRE!" He jumped from his desk and looked down at Hermione, who was doubled over with laughter.

"That was uncalled for!" he exclaimed, "Are you finished?"

"Not yet… it's in the simmering stage, and I'm bored," she said, "So I decided to wake you up… again. Why are you so tired?"

"That's none of your business," he snapped, "Now, if you'll kindly let me get back to grading papers…"

"You weren't grading papers to begin with… you were napping," she teased, "And besides, it's Friday, so they don't have to be graded for another couple of days. Why don't you talk with me?"

"Talk with you?" Snape said, raising an eyebrow, "And just what do we have to talk about?"

"I applied for a student teaching job here at Hogwarts… it is my Seventh year," she said, "And I really hope I get the job."

"And just what subject do you wish to teach?" Snape asked.

"Potions…" she said, grinning.

Snape nearly choked on air when he heard this. "Well, I'm sure you'll get it. You're the best student I've had in years."

"Do mine ears deceive me? Is Severus Snape actually giving a compliment… to a Gryffindor? And a Muggle-born to boot? How incredibly Out Of Character!" she said.

"Yes… well, I too have my moments," Snape said, smirking.

"I should probably go check on my potion…" she said, walking over to the cauldron with Snape following behind her.

Snape looked over her shoulder as she poured some of the potion into a vial. "It's perfect… you're the only student who has ever successfully made the Veritaserum. I'm highly impressed Miss Granger."

"Really? You flatter me…" she said, batting her eyelashes teasingly. She handed him the vial and was pulling her hand away when he grabbed her wrist.

"Why didn't you get this burn treated?" he asked, pulling her sleeve up to reveal the long burn that she had gotten when the scalding potion fell on it earlier.

"I didn't have time," she said, "I had come straight here after classes so there hasn't been an opportunity to go up there… and I was studying all through lunch…"

He rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand after pocketing the vial. He muttered a healing spell and the burn instantly healed. She looked from her arm to his face, looking deep into his black eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," he said, putting his wand away.

Hermione smiled. "Severus Snape has a heart… who would've thought…"

Before Snape knew what he was doing he had pulled Hermione into a fierce kiss. Neither knew how Hermione's arms ended up around his neck, or his around her waist, but then- neither cared. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring regions untouched by any other. He ran his hands up her sides, tracing the curve of her breasts. She shivered, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Her mind told her this was wrong, that he was her professor, but her heart and body wouldn't listen. He pressed her against a wall and she could feel his arousal pressing into her abdomen. He pulled away from her, breathless, and cupped her face gently in his hand. She opened her eyes and turned her face to kiss his palm lightly. He smiled- not a grimace or a smirk, but an actual smile- and took a step back.

"You should go…" he said softly, "You'll miss dinner."

Am I supposed to care? she thought, but nodded. DEFINITELY need to get detention more often…

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Mwah hahahaha! I read one with this pairing so I had to write one! FLUFF IS GOOD! My friends think I'm a freak… but of course, Elmo's curiosity got the better of her in the end… so I must thank her for helping me to write this! LOVE YA COURTNEY! REVIEW!