I, Hermione Granger, fancy Severus Snape. Not that I'm about to admit that to anyone else. He was covering for Professor Lupin yesterday and set us an assignment on Werewolves of all things. I questioned him on his reasons, he told me to be quiet. The usual stuff. Somehow today was different though. By the end of the lesson I had worked out what he was trying to do, why he was teaching about such a magical beast unnecessarily, and I realised that I might actually be seeing the wrong side of him. He was trying to warn us. To protect us. In his own way of course. Yet, it made me feel safe, knowing that he was there for us even if he didn't like to show it. Maybe I'm over thinking things as ever, but today, when I looked at him, I saw a different Severus Snape and I liked what I saw. I think I can see through the teacher to the person underneath. Plus I can't look at him without my stomach doing this weird wibbly thing.
At dinner tonight I couldn't stop myself from looking up at the teachers' table where he was sitting. He always looks so calm and sure of himself. I wonder if he could teach me how to do that. I'm just a bundle of nerves these days.
Tomorrow I have potions, and I'm looking forward to it more than usual.