A Love Never Attempted Is A Love Lost

Disclaimer: I wish dear Severus was mine, but sadly he's not.

The fumes of the many potions around the room wafted through the room as the Potions class neared its end. Snape strode around the room one last time, making scathing remarks to the Gryffindors and telling them to pack up.

"For homework, 2 rolls of parchment on the properties and correct compossition of Amortentia." he barked. Everyone hurried out of the room, save Hermione who was carefully placing everything back in her bag. As she left the room, her hair whipped around elegantly. Snape noticed it was no longer bushy, it was now sleak and straight with a slight curl 'round the ends. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD BOY!" Snape mentally berated himself. "SHE'S A STUDENT FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! AND A GRYFFINDOR 7TH YEAR MUDBLOOD! That's right, 7th year, she's of age. NO, NO SHE'S STILL A STUDENT AND A GRYFFINDOR! What does that have to do with it? Lily Evans was a Gryffindor AND a muggleborn and you fancied HER. YET SHE WAS NOT MY STUDENT! SHE WAS A CLASSMATE! So. SO? BESIDES SHE WENT OFF WITH THAT FILTHY SPOILED POTTER PRAT! NO DOUBT IT'S THE SAME WITH THIS POTTER! You only hate Potter because he's a reminder of what you lost. I DIDN'T LOOSE HER, POTTER STOLE HER! First, she hated you since you called her mudblood back in 5th year. Second, you were too obsessed with your dark arts to notice anything. Third, you ignorant prat, you have driven everyone who has ever cared or tried to help you away. And fourth, you're to blind to see that Granger fancies you as well. Those fertive looks, the fact that she blushes everytime you speak to her or her to you. WHY AM I ARGUING WITH MY OWN HEAD? Think Severus, if its mutal, why not? I AM HER TEACHER! For how much longer? If you don't try now, you may never see her agian. A love not attempted, is a love lost. BUT... No go to her.

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"Miss. Granger? A word." it was Snape. They entered an empty classroom.

"I...um." he started. He blushed."Could it be? He feels the same way?" She smiled. She didn't know what made her do it. As Severus struggled for words, she leaned in and kissed him. His eyes widened in shock then he returned the kiss.

"How long?"he asked. She looked confused. "How long have you felt this way?" she blushed.

"Um, since 3rd year sir." she replied.

"Ok, none of this 'sir' shit. Call me Severus,Hermione." he smiled.

"You should smile more," she said. "It makes you look younger, I mean, oh shit I didn't mean it that way. I meant you look cuter, oh damn I'll never get this right," she muttered. He laughed and she continued to flounder for the right words. He pressed his lips to her to silence her.

"I get it." he mumbled.

"Sir... Severus, how...?" he cut her off.

"Detention for a week Miss. Granger, no disrespecting your professor." she looked hurt then she got it and smiled.

"You are a brilliant man Severus."

"Why thank you Hermione. Now I have to go and so do you. See you tonight, my office, 7:00." and he swept from the room.