Disclaimer: All characters and places and everything good belongs to JKR. I'm just taking them out to play for a little while.
She moved restlessly in her small bed. Every move she made resulted in the soft sheets tangling into a knotted mess underneath her body. She searched for that moment, the moment where she slipped into a peaceful state of sleep. The kind of sleep that your body craved after a long day of classes, frustrating classmates, homework, your idiot friend's homework, and all the hormones that comes with being a teenage girl. Only every time she caught a glimpse of the Sandman she was tossed into a dream world so vivid that she would wake covered in sweat, heart pounding with the taste of her own blood on her tongue.
Her mind relished in his touch. It was as if his fingertips had burned a road map onto her skin. One that she was sure would be visible to anyone that looked at her even when the dream was over. She was his to command. It was more than a want for her; in fact, she craved his approval, his touch, his taste, whatever he offered was exactly what she needed. She would bend until she broke as long as he gave her what she needed in that dream.
Awake again, Hermione panted and groaned lightly into the darkness. Somewhere over the course of the last few months she had unknowingly developed a sexual interest in someone that was utterly and completely off limits. While she was awake and in her right state of mind she could tell you all the reasons why this interest was out of the question, inappropriate, wrong and any other words you could think of to describe something that was just plain out ridiculous. Oh but when she was asleep, it was if she needed his touch to survive and there was nothing that her rational mind could say to convince herself otherwise.
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Morning hit her like well-earned slap to the face. She struggled to drag herself out of the bed and into the shower. She swayed underneath the warm spray of water as her eyes closed in an attempt to rediscover sleep. They snapped open again as the bar of soap she had been holding fell loudly into the tub. Annoyed she turned the water from warm to scalding to force herself to finish quickly.
She was running late, again. She bypassed all the frills. No makeup, no lotions or magic hair tonics, just Hermione in all her frizzy messy haired glory. Grabbing her books and jumper she sprinted out the door and down the corridors so that hopefully she could blend in with the rest of her classmates that got a late start that morning.
Finally reaching the Potion's classroom she stopped, adjusted her robes and walked through the door.
She kept her head low trying to avoid his attention as she slipped into her seat.
"Ms. Granger so good of you to join us today," the professor drawled loudly.
Hermione sighed quietly, "I'm sorry Professor Snape I must have over slept. It won't happen again."
She watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, moved from behind his desk, and stalked slowly down the aisle towards her.
"That was the very same thing that you said three days ago and if I recall correctly two times last week. It seems that you've made a habit of lying to me Miss Granger and I find that I am growing less and less patient with you."
Hermione was very aware of him standing over her. She could smell the overpowering mix of potions ingredients clinging to his robes. She could feel the heat radiating from his body and incasing her. Her eyes slipped closed and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"Something you'd like to say Ms. Granger?" His voice now more amused than annoyed.
Her face felt like it was on fire. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out. She finally decided that shaking her head no was the better option. "If one could die of mortification it would surely be after a moment like that," she thought bitterly.
The rest of the class went by with Hermione nervously checking over her shoulder and completely destroying a potion that she had made countless times on her own. She felt drained and confused. The dreams were now slipping into her everyday life and she felt completely stuck and miserable.
She tilted her wrist so that she could see what time it was. Her heart soared for the first time since she woke up; it was almost time to leave.
"Clean your tables and put the unused ingredients back in the storage closet. For those of you whose potion failed I expect two feet of parchment on what you imbeciles did wrong. In case you don't realize it that means all of you!" Hermione shook slightly as his voice grew louder. She really needed to get ahold of herself because this was just ridiculous.
"You are all dismissed, except for you Ms. Granger."
Hermione couldn't do this, not today. Who was she kidding? She couldn't be alone with him ever! She snatched up her books and ran out the door before Professor Snape could stop her. She couldn't stop running.