Imaginary Inamorato.

By Kes.

Disclaimer: Like I need to tell you that this isn't mine! Think about it, would JK Rowling really let her characters do this?! Anyway, legal mumbo-jumbo: All recognisable characters, plots, settings, masquerading etc belong to the genius goddess who hired Alan Rickman as Sevvy Snape *g*, apparently, he was on her wish list for actors in the films, but I don't know if that's true....

A/N: This is a HG/SS story. If you don't know what that is, you shouldn't be here. If you disagree with it, you definitely shouldn't be here. But, you're welcome to find out if this pairing is any good. Also, this isn't the most original 'plot' you'll ever see, but hey, whatever. Italics indicate thoughts. R/R is welcomed and appreciated, flames will be used to heat up my bath, as I'm too cheap to buy a Jacuzzi.

ANYWAY! On with the story....

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He was here, again. "Hermione". She shivered, that voice. It was like velvet. This man could read the alphabet and make it sound erotic. No wonder he tought secondary school kids. She lifted her head slightly, and smiled. He'd come. She hadn't been sure if he would, he couldn't always make it. As she rose from her seat, he carried on towards her, undeterred, removing his robe as he walked. "Where have you been?" She asked, just wanting, needing, to know. "Shh, it's okay, I'm here now." He lowered his head down and covered her lips with his, she subconsciously moved her hand behind his head, and pulled him closer, groaning. He muttered something incomprehensible in latin, and they were both in their underwear. The lights dimmed romantically, and he lead her towards the bed....

Five minutes later, Hermione Granger woke up in her dorm at school, sweat pouring from her brow. She blushed. It had happened again. She only hoped that she hadn't spoken in her sleep. This infatuation had to stop.

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Hermione Granger sighed in contentment as she looked around the room. It was what she'd strived for all these years, and this was just the beginning. As Head Girl, Hermione got her own room, well away from everyone else.

It wasn't that she didn't like the others, its just that there's only a certain amount of analysis one can take of 'witch weekly', and the constant lists of 'hottest guys', which - surprisingly to Hermione - contained quite a few muggle boys. But then again, Lavender and Parvarti weren't exactly known for the high expectations of boys, quite the opposite!

Hermione couldn't be more different to the other girls in her year - or a few years below. She'd had a couple of boyfriends, but nothing really to write home about. Viktor Krum was just a mistake, going out with a guy who can't even pronounce you're name definitely wasn't a good idea. After Viktor, there'd been Pete. He was a Ravenclaw in her year - but he reminded her to much of Peter Pettigrew, and it wasn't just the name. He also felt threatened by her intelligence, which she supposed was all part of him being a Ravenclaw.

After these two 'disasters', she'd just given up all hope of finding a guy mature enough to respect her, and not expect her to jump straight into bed with him. Intelligence was also an important factor for her. She wanted to be able to hold a conversation with her 'potential new boyfriend' that wasn't just wholly based on Quidditch, or sex.

This is Hermionie's justification for her crush - no, scratch that, obsession she thought, as she flounced on the bed - with Professor Snape.

To most people, he seemed to be an evil man, whose bias towards his own house was blindingly obvious, his comments were degrading and hurtful, and he was basically a waste of space.

To Hermione, however, she saw him in a totally different light. She saw a regretful man, who sought forgiveness but wasn't able to relate to people well due to his dark past. She saw him as heroic for masquerading as a spy, and endangering his life for those who barely knew him and hated him anyway.

She, of course, would never in a million years tell anyone about her obsession, let alone the man himself.

It had started innocently enough halfway through her fifth year, two years ago, after she'd broken it off with Pete. She thought it was just because she was on the rebound, and saw no real future in it, and then, when it carried on into her sixth year, she got a little concerned. Now however, she resigned to the fact that she saw him as tall, dark, and handsome.

None of the other girls spoke of him at all - let alone dreamily, but, then again, he wasn't exactly the type to be on 'The List', or to be defined as 'dreamy' accompanied with a collective sigh. But, Hermione severely doubted that she was the only one....

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A/N: So? what do ya think? Don't worry, it's R-rated for a reason, I'm trying to make this into a little bit more than mindless smut, so stick with me, okay guys? pwease? *puppy dog eyes*. :-D

Kes

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