Nothing more.
By Mykerinos
Godfried Tarik Jason Maluspuer Noctivagus Von Ziebenbergen-Overwand. Hermione snapped the book shut. Of course! How had she been able to miss that?? He was the one who had been the grandson's friend of the 7th man of Merica Adversatrix, and not Mason Leopold Marvicaleus Graham Snovenburg-Doshman, as Hermione had answered in her despair.
She buried her head in her hands. History Of Magic was, in her opinion, one of the easiest subjects. There was nothing to understand, just unchanging facts to commit to your memory.
It had been a good thing that the particular question had been asked somewhere at the end of the exam. In her panic, she hadn't been able to think clearly anymore. It had been a complete mess.
Hermione looked up, and from the corner of her eye she saw the clock, above the entry of the library. Five past eleven. She had the feeling that something wasn't right.
"Herbology!" she exclaimed, jumping up and quickly putting away her books. "I'm too late for Herbology!"
She ran out of the library, not noticing Madame Pince's scowl. Her bag, heavy with all the books, was painfully clutching against her back, and the robe she had put on this morning was a bit too long. Hermione had to watch out constantly she wouldn't trip over it.
Just one more corridor and she would reach the front door... As she opened it, heavy raindrops and a strong wind welcomed her. She closed the door behind, and barely being able to see anything, she started making her way to the greenhouse. Hermione wished they would've built it closer to the castle...
The rain was cold, and Hermione was already soaking wet. She wanted to walk faster, but her left was hurting, and her legs were tired.
Wait-- Was it just her imagination, or did she really see someone heading this way? Yes, she surely did. She couldn't make out who it was --she couldn't even make out if it was a "who" or a "what"-- but at least it was pretty tall.
Hermione wondered who would be walking out here, in this terrible weather, and what he had been doing there before this rain started.
She looked to the greenhouse-- which was still so far away-- and when she looked back to the figure, he suddenly was so close.
It was definitely a "who", and he was tall and dark, and walked pretty fast. There was a small change of direction as he probably noticed Hermione too, and didn't want to bump into her. It was only when they were one more meter away from each other, that Hermione realised who the figure was-- Severus Snape.
She immediately wanted to get a bit to the left, away from her professor, but it was too late -- all of sudden there was an incredible blast of wind from that side, and Hermione found herself not being able to stand in balance anymore. She got blast off her feet, leaping once, and her eyes grew big as she calculated she was going to hit Snape....-- It hurt twice as much as she had expected.
She tried to make herself small, but before she could even do anything, her arms had hit something hard, and within the second the rest of her body had smacked against it. Both of them fell, and Hermione wanted to put out her hands to protect herself, but got lost in a maze of robes.
As they hit the ground, Snape let out an "Oof.".
There was some piece of cloth, heavy with rain, over Hermione's head, that literally took away her breath and her sight. The same panic that had overpowered her during the exam now overpowered her again. She tried to free her hands to get it of her head, but only got more stuck. A strong hand then came to rescue her, and pulled away that that turned out to be a cloak.
She gasped for fresh air, but instead she inhaled the sweet scent of different herbs. Immediately she felt different-- there was a light feeling in her head that made it impossible to think any longer. Hermione's heart missed a beat as she found herself to be eye in eye with her Potions Master.
They were so close, and Hermione wondered if people had ever been closer to each other than she and Snape were now. His dark eyes made her feel even more light-headed than she already was, and his dark hair was as beautiful as a black horse in the snow.
She couldn't move her body, nor could she think. She could only do what seemed the most logical thing to do -- she slowly bent a bit more forward, that bit that was necessary to let their lips met.
He responded her kiss, and their tongues started exploring each other's mouths. It was a wonderful kiss, one Hermione had never experienced before. Of course, she had kissed before, but never with someone so...
-- old --
It was just a flash of a thought, one word, but it was enough to make Hermione realise what she was doing. She quickly pulled back, and tried to get away as soon as possible, but unfortunately enough she was still lost in the robes.
Snape let out a noise of exasperation, and without any further notice, he stood up, making Hermione fall on the ground. She was glad to be able to freely move her hands and legs again.
Without looking back, the Potions Master continued his way to the castle, like nothing had ever happened. Hermione stared after him.
Part Two – RealisationHermione quickly settled to work as she entered the greenhouse, without really knowing what she was doing. Fortunately Harry was working with Ron, and so they couldn't ask her why she was late, but it had to come anyway, so she decided to move to her two friends instead of working all alone.
"Where were you?" Harry asked worriedly. "You're only late when you have something very important to do!"
Hemione swallowed. What had she been doing, anyway? She couldn't remember.
"Where I were?" she responded nervously. "Well, er... Where I always am, of course.. Er, oh, the library, that is! I was looking over something for the exam, I wasn't sure about!"
It all seemed rather unimportant now.
"I told you!" Ron said to Harry. Hermione scowled at him.
It was hard to concentrate for Hermione, that lesson. She was glad Harry and Ron were able to do most of the work, so she could think back about what had just happened... She immediately wished she hadn't....
Oh god. Do you realise what you've just done, Hermione? You. Have. Just. Kissed. Your. Teacher. No, correction-- You have just kissed the worst teacher in the whole school, the teacher that is disliked by almost all of the students, the teacher that dislikes all his students, the greasy-haired, yellow-teethed, slimy git. You have kissed that man, Hermione, do you realise?
She did. Oh yes, and how she did.
Hermione? Her – mi – o – ne! You liked it, didn't you?? Yeees, you definitely did.
Hermione sighed. The worst thing of a voice in your head was that you couldn't hide from it, couldn't do anything to make it stop.
Okay, so she had liked it. So what? It had been just a kiss. How many times does one kiss? Uncountable!
You are so not-romantic. But then, what's that feeling in your stomach? The herbs are no excuse this time, lassie!
Feeling? It was only then that she noticed the weird feeling in her stomach. She growled at the voice.
You see?
Hermione didn't listen anymore. She was thinking. Had it really been the herbs that had made her kiss her professor? And what about Snape? He had responded the kiss just as greedily as she had given. She swallowed again.