Disclaimer: I actually own nothing, unfortunately. All I own is the situation, but it is not for sale and I am making no money from it whatsoever. I wrote this for my own twisted amusement.

A/N: Well it's just a basic one-shot. I hope you enjoy it!

EDIT: I added the first paragraph.

I am the one that many fear, the mysterious Severus S. Snape. The students here fear me; the faculty wish not to get too close to me, except Albus Dumbledore. The only one who trusts me. This is what I usually think about during the NEWT Potion classes. On the rare occasion, I feel something strange, an unusual feeling in my heart, but only when I think of Miss Hermione Granger.

I stared at her cleaning her ingredients from her potion, she was the first to be done again and so she started to clean up. Draco, my role model student, was second to finish. He brought up his vial and started to clean up his cauldron right beside Hermione Granger, first finished and Little-Miss-Know-It-All. Draco leaned into her ear and whispered something, she whipped around, spilling her left over potion. "Miss Granger! Detention tonight!" I sneered; I only had to keep this sneer until later tonight.

"Yes sir..." She responded. Granger knew to not be late and that it was after dinner. She cleaned up her mess and sat back down between Mr. Hero and Mr. Weasel. Class was bound to end in 10 minutes.

"Everyone bottle up your potions and put them on my desk. Clean up you filthy messes!" I barked, I really disliked NEWT-potion classes, mainly because somehow Neville Longbottom got into it. He has improved, but he still makes the potion incorrectly, at least he doesn't melt cauldrons anymore. Everyone finished handing in their potions and was cleaning up. Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy were the only ones done so they sat in opposite corners of the room. Miss Granger sat in a desk in front of my desk and Mr. Malfoy sat in the far corner.

"May I ask you why you are sitting here Miss Granger?" I queried.

"I'm just trying to get away from Malfoy, sir." Miss Granger responded quietly. The bell rang and the classroom emptied quickly like a stampede. Miss Granger was last to leave, with Potter and Weasley hurrying her. She shot me a glance before she left. I didn't know what the look was for, but I decided to ignore it. Tonight I would be given the chance of a lifetime, tonight I would show Granger who I really was.

The Day came and went, and by last period I was getting anxious. I could not wait for the detention tonight, I shouldn't even call it a detention, it should be called 'Get to Know Snape Time,' or something along those lines. I went to dinner, just my luck, we had pasta. I hated pasta; it was the food that always started food fights whenever the headmaster was away, but I gave it a chance today, seeing as Albus was here. I was glaring up and down the Great Hall to make sure no one planned on starting a fight. I was also searching for Granger; there she was, sitting between Twiddle-Dee and Twiddle-Dum. I am still trying to figure out why she hangs out with those two dimwits. It was nearing the end of dinner and I watch Granger leave, I knew she wanted to be early for her 'Get to Know Snape Time.' I was so excited I wasn't even paying attention to Minerva telling me about the second-years horrible lesson; it was something about pixies and cheese. I excused myself from the conversation and left the Great Hall and went to the Dungeons.

The Dungeons, the one place I hate in Hogwarts, and the one place I live. It is frightfully cold there, and gives off a deep impression. I was worried what to say to Granger, so I kept going over in my head the different situations that could occur. I was suddenly interrupted by knocking at the door, "Enter," was all I said. Surprisingly, it was Albus who entered. "Headmaster, what brings you to my humble abode?"

"Severus, my dear boy, tell me, is it true?" Albus asked. I automatically knew what he was referring to. I simply nodded. Albus was my father, I told him everything, and he supports my love of Granger. "Well in that case, good luck, my boy, don't go off too far, and I promise that you shan't get into trouble for this relationship." Albus was a good man, and he cared.

"Thank you, Headmaster." I responded, and then came another knock from my door, "Enter." Granger entered and I looked at the clock. "You are late, Miss Granger."

"This is where I take my leave." Albus stated. "Once again, good luck." Albus looked at me and I knew he was telling me this wasn't the best way to start it off. He left, leaving the room to me and Granger.

"I am sorry, sir. I was quite busy." Granger said, then I actually took in her look, she looked different. Her hair wasn't frizzy or big, but smooth and touchable. She was wearing something around her eyes, which gave her a dark appearance, I loved it, and it was completed with the school uniform. I only raised my eyebrow at her comment.

"As I can tell by your appearance." I replied. Granger blushed so I decided it would be okay. "Hermione."

She looked up into my eyes, I knew now I could call her that. Hermione came over to me and just hugged me. I looked down and she was crying. I was curious. "My, my, what is the matter?" I took her chin into my hand. She looked up at me with teary eyes.

"Draco reminded me that my parents were killed exactly a year ago, to this day. And he told me by whom." Hermione stifled. "He told me it was his father, and we all know his father is now dead as well." Hermione started to cry again, so I held her close and she bawled on my shoulder, I couldn't remember what I was saying to her, but whatever I was saying sure made her feel better.

After about five minutes, I heard no more crying so I started to back away, to get a better look at Hermione, she was looking exhausted. I picked her up, which she allowed, seeing as she wrapped her arms around me, and I carried her to the couch in my personal rooms. I sat down with Hermione on top of me and I just held her. I take it that she couldn't hold it any longer, but Hermione kissed me, she made the move on me, when I was planning to make the move on her. Hermione's kiss was an innocent peck on the lips, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the fact that she loved me in return, which was all I could think about as she drifted off to sleep.

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teh munchkin

P.S. There may be a sequel or another chapter to it if that is what the public demands. Tee hee hee. And if you so desprately want to, give suggestions.