Hello! My name is Enoimreh Sureves, but you guys can call me Eve. J This is my first ever fan fiction, ever! This is only the first chapter, to see how everyone likes it. So, if you guys want more, I'll gladly type up the rest of the story. Please review, and tell me what you think. Advise for the newb would be much appreciated.
"I'm actually not feeling well right now, Ron. I'll see you two after the quidditch game tonight." Hermione lied with a straight face to her two best friends.
Hugging her, Harry said "Okay, 'Mione. Hope you feel better." Poor, sweet Harry, Hermione thought. He didn't know she'd stolen his invisibility cloak and his Marauder's map. Or borrowed without asking, as she preferred to call it.
But Hermione couldn't help herself. Her obsession was taking her over and she needed to feed it. Ron interrupted her thoughts. "See you later 'Mione."
"Bye." She said distractedly, and the two boys wandered off toward the locker rooms to get ready for the game against Ravenclaw. After seeing them safely inside, Hermione waited a minute, then made a mad dash inside the castle. She needed to hurry if she wanted to catch him.
Inside her room with the "borrowed" goods, Hermione said "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." She tapped the map with her wand. The entire Hogwarts castle mapped out in front of her eyes and when it finished, her eyes immediately found who she was looking for.
Inside his room, Snape was pacing back and forth in front of his fireplace. Hermione had been watching him for a long time now. Since the beginning of fifth year, to be exact. She'd thought her crush, now being in her last year at Hogwarts, would have diminished by now.
She had tried to be interested in Ron's advances, but knew he wasn't mature enough to interest her. His witty come-ons were only witty to him, and he ate like a hippogriff. Actually, that comparison wasn't fair to most hippogriffs.
Sometime during fifth year, Hermione had started paying more attention to Professor Snape. The elegant way his hands stirred a potion. The graceful glide he had when stalking the corridors. She watched him so much that she knew his hair wasn't greasy, like everyone always said. It was just really fine, and probably baby soft.
Hermione didn't tell anyone about her crush, and still hadn't to this day. She knew everyone would poke fun at her, and even more so at the Professor. And what's more, a relationship between student and teacher was completely inappropriate. It wasn't forbidden at Hogwarts, but Hermione was never one to be inappropriate. Still, if Severus Snape ever gave her a hint that he wanted her, she would be more than willing to be inappropriate, and so much more.
The real reason though, why Hermione would never tell anyone about her attraction to Snape, was because she was terrified of his reaction. She feared rejection. All these years she tried to impress him, make him proud. Get one measly compliment or smile from him for all the hard work she's done. It would kill her if he, too, laughed at her behind her back like some others at the school had done in previous years at Hogwarts.
Hermione wasn't naïve either. She knew she wasn't attractive enough for a man like Snape to want her. She was just enough that boys in school were starting to notice her, yes. But she didn't have a large bust, or big hips like some of the other girls. And she had never seen Professor Snape give any of those girls the time of day, so what chance did she have?
Still, she couldn't help herself, so she started to spy on him. She would borrow Harry's map and watch what he did in his rooms late at night. Mostly he paced, and he slept very little. He spent the majority of his time in his study, probably reading if Hermione had to guess. Or slashing first years' papers with his infamous red pen.
Hermione had his schedule down pat and had taken to following him on his rounds during the quidditch game. Since Harry's first quidditch game, Professor Snape had taken to rounds instead of attending the games. She was always silent when she followed him, sometimes not even daring to breath.
But that was fine with Hermione. She was content just watching him glide around, completing his rounds, scaring firsties. Looking back at the map in her hands, she noticed he had stopped pacing and had left his rooms. He was starting his rounds.
"Better hurry up if I want to catch up to him." She said aloud. She slipped the cloak over herself and left Gryffindor tower.
When Hermione did catch up to Snape, he was in the act of berating and scaring two sixth years who were snogging in a secluded hallway. She nearly laughed at their faces of terror and embarrassment, but caught herself. She didn't want to be found out by Snape.
He finished them off by ordering them to Filch for detention, then spun around and stalked away, followed by Hermione. She kept a few feet back to stay undetected, but passing by a window she got distracted by the fireflies flitting around outside. They were very pretty.
She didn't notice Snape stop in the middle of his tracks until she ran right into his back. "Oof!" She fell on her bum hard, causing the Invisibility cloak to slide off, revealing herself to Professor Snape.
He turned around and towered over her. "Well, well, well…" He said, "What do we have here, Miss Granger? Stalking a teacher, are we?"
A/N: I just fixed this chapter, I realized that my computer made quidditch into two separate words. :V Anyway, please, please review. Tell me if anything doesn't make sense or if it sounds weird. Next chapter should be up soon.