-----I own nothing but the plot

Summery: Hermione has developed a crush who, to her, would never see her in that light. But when Hermione is raped, who is the one that saves her? Rated M for rape, sexual content, and student-teacher relationships

Maybe it was his inablilty to give good grades. Maybe it was the fact that he was the only teacher to not giver her an O on almost every assignment. Or maybe it was the fact that she was scared of him...in a good way. Whatever the reason was, Hermione granger was in love. Sure she had loathed him for years, but who hasn't heard of a little sexual-tension or a professional-relationship?

"I expect this essay to be completed by the end of the period." The professor said flatly, his back to the class, writing notes on the board.

Hermione snapped back to reality, realizing she had been day-dreaming for more than half of the class period. Luckily she had worked on her essay before he had told them to start. She finished up her last few sentences and slowly rose out of her chair. She walked slowly, approaching his desk at the same time he turned away from the board. Their eyes met.

"This is for you." She made a show of rolling up the parchment and handed it to him.

"Thank you. Now take your seat until the end of the period." He responded flatly.

She sighed and walked back to her desk quickly. Another heartbreak. What did she expect? He was a teacher and she was a student. She tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach as she gathered her things. It was easier to ignore it these days, as she was used to it. Every day in class she would try to make some type of subtle move, only leading to another public display of his ignorance.

The bell rang. "Miss Granger, wait. I need to discuss something with you." Serverus Snape called from the front desk.

"YES!" Her mind yelled. She turned and walked slowly up to his desk, making a show of moving her hips back and forth steadily with each exaggerated movement. He didn't notice.

"Miss Granger I have noticed a trail of thought making its way through your mind during my class that has nothing to do with potions." He plainly stated.

She leaned forward, exposing slight cleavage through the top of her sweater. "What do you mean?" She asked slowly.

"You have not been paying attention in my class! Normally I would not care for such an ordeal, but seeing as Albus has made all of us professors make some effort to 'reach out' to our students, I decided this would see fit." He nearly spat.

She leaned back. "Look professor, I just have a lot on my mind thats all." She sighed. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. She turned and walked out the dungeon door without looking back.

What is it about that girl? Why does she make me feel so...sigh...I can't even explain it.

The next day, Hermione sat up in her bed. For weeks she had tried to make him see her in a different light, but nothing had worked. Nothing. She sighed and got herself out of bed. She dressed and walked down to breakfast. She sat down next to Ginny, but her eyes wandered up to the head table. She watched him pour his juice, cut his pancakes, and drown them in syrup. Why did she feel this way around him, why? He certainly didn't feel that way.

A sharp pinch on her right butt cheek brought her back to earth.

"RON! I have told you for the last time, stop it!" Her voice lowered so only he could hear. "I will not sleep with you no matter how many times you need to ask."

"Dont worry Hermione, it will happen. You want me, just admit it." He replied.

She spat in disgust before excusing her from the table.

Her hips moving so slowly...is she taunting me?

2a.m found Hermione out for a stroll. She had been working on her Charms essay for hours and couldn't get her stress off her mind. She decided maybe a walk would calm her nerves. She had been wandering various corridors for hours, trying to gain control of the stress that had overcome her. Silently tears streamed down her cheeks. She had no idea where they had come from, as she wasn't crying. But she let them spill. It almost felt like a miniature release, and she could use all the help she could get.

She was on the second floor, walking past a large framed mountain scenery, admireing it, when a rough hand spun her and pushed her up against the tapestry. She gasped for air as an arm pinned her by the throat.

"RON!" She gasped. "Ron let go of me please!"

Ron had an evil look in his eyes. She wasn't sure if he was drunk or just dealing with his temper. Either way, she was scared. He stared at her, looking at her face, refusing to meet her eyes. He started ripping her robes off, and finally a slight cry escaped her lips.

"See Hermione, you want this. Don't lie to me now." He hissed. She continued to struggle with no results. He was much stronger than her, and both of them knew it.

"Ron please!" She cried. "Ron please stop!"

"Don't stop? Alright" He twisted her words. Finally she screamed. His eyes widened and he cupped her mouth with his hand.

"Now you will stop struggling or this will hurt." He hissed in her ear. She realized just how close his body was to entering hers. More tears streamed down her cheeks.

"LET HER GO!" A voice called from down the corridor. Her hair was covering her face so she couldn't turn to see where the voice had come from. She tried to turn her head. Suddenly a huge pain erupted in her lower body. She yelped from the sharp stretching and continued to cry. She knew what was happening.

"Expelliarmus!" Ron yelled. Hermione heard a wand hit the ground. She then heard pounding footsteps coming down the corridor, running.

"Please save me" her mind whispered.

All Hermione saw was a flurry of black robes. Ron's arm moved and she collapsed on the ground. She looked up in time to see Snape wrap his arm around Ron's neck and drag him to the ground. Snape grabbed his wand and paralized Ron. He stood, breathing heavily, and turned to look at Hermione.

Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. Whether it was because she was scared, the pain, or the shock of the situation, she didn't know. Snape walked over to her and lowered himself. He stuck his face close to hers, examining it.

She didn't know why she did it, or how her mind had been able to comprehend or tell her body to, but she grabbed the sideds of his face with her hands and planted her lips on his. The tears stopped falling when they met. She felt him pull away from the kiss, but his face was still close to hers. He looked into her eyes. Suddenly he saw all of the pain. Here was what he thought of as an overacheiver. A butt-kisser. But looking into her eyes he saw much more than that.

Finally he leaned back in softly. Their lips met and Hermione melted. The tears started falling again and she collapsed into his arms. They sat there for almost an hour, Hermione crying into him, feeling shelter in his arms. She felt protected, like all of her stress couldn't get in the barrier his arms made. He rocked back and forth, and kissed her forehead. He didn't know how it had happened, but all of the feelings he had for her finally showed.

Maybe it will happen for us, maybe I will finally have her...maybe.

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