Author: Tigre5s

Title: Soon

Disclaimer: I neither own any of the characters referenced in this work nor do I make any profit from their use.

Synopsis:

Snape's internal monologue as he muses over Hermione in class one day.

Story:

"She walks in beauty, like the night." - Lord Byron

Her frizzy, untamable dark hair and brown eyes are only eclipsed by her intellect. I sit at my desk taking surreptitious glances in her direction and I wonder where the time has flown. It seems like ages ago since a buck-toothed know-it-all sat in my class causing me to twitch with annoyance at her ever raised hand. Now with every contemplative swipe of her hand through her hair she cause me to twitch with want. She is still a know it all but she doesn't parade about like she used to. Humility becomes her very much.

She rises before everyone else as usual and brings her parchment to my desk. My breath catches. This is my favorite part of the day. Slowly, casually, she approaches and in true Gryffindor fashion she locks eyes with me. Bold, defiant, daring. My features remain schooled as usual even as my heart races and my blood burns in anticipation. What will she show me today? A peak of her morning activities in the girls bathroom? An inappropriate dream from last night? A wish I will catalog for later, when I can pursue her properly, like an equal? If she is aware of my legilimency she doesn't seem to care.

Her steps falter briefly and she swoons as if she would fall. I am in motion before I realize it and suddenly she is in my arms and I am very very conscious of the scene we make. I could have easily caught her with a non-verbal spell but honestly I would take any excuse to touch her. This close to her I am practically drowning in her eyes and engulfed by her wild imaginings. The innocent thing can only conceive of kisses and heavy petting as she stares bewildered and flustered into my eyes. It's enough to sober me however when I realize I'm moving closer and closer to her ever so slowly. I am drawn in by the image in her mind and my desire to fulfill her every carnal craving. Quickly, I right her and then myself.

"As balanced as you are bright I see, Ms Granger." It's said with vitriol returning to my seat. She flinches, huffs and then slams her assignment on my desk before stalking off. She is absolutely adorable when she's upset. It's amusing that none of my scathing comments seem to slake her lust for me. Perhaps it is what has me smitten with her as well.

"10 points from Gryffindor. I will not tolerate disruptive outbursts in my class." I only want to see her face flustered again before she disappears from sight. She turns and looks at me with such indignation I almost broke my facade when I saw the image that flashed in her mind. I raise an eyebrow, whether an open challenge or a plea for her to give me any reason to keep her for detention, I am not sure. She purses those those gorgeous full lips and walks out of the class.

Soon, my little lioness. O.W.L.'s are only a few months away.