Hey everybody! This is my very first Fanfiction story so I don't expect it to be amazing. However, it will definitely be good if I could get myself a Beta! Anybody who's interested please give me a shout. This chapter is relatively short but chapters in the future will be much longer. I don't own anything except the plot, unfortunately! Please read and review, it would make my day :)

-Ceriridone


It was Saturday, and the first ray of sunlight had broken through Hermione's curtains. Her eyes fluttering open, she looked groggily around the room. Sighing heavily, she sat up and considered briefly whether or not she would see Snape today. His appearances in the Great Hall were unpredictable, and she heaved another sigh as she remembered that he had not been present for meals for the last three days.

Hermione supposed her feelings for Professor Snape had begun during her very first potions lesson at Hogwarts. She sat in her seat patiently waiting for her professor to arrive when she was promptly scared out of it by a loud bang.

Quickly regaining her composure, she watched as the potion's master strolled up to the front of the classroom, his jet black robes billowing behind him as he did so. While her classmates looked considerably frightened, Hermione had a look of pure curiosity that turned into a broad smile as he spoke. His voice sounded delicious, and it felt like silk that penetrated every fibre of her being. For a brief instant, she could focus on nothing else.

"Miss Granger, is it? Would you care to inform the class of what is so incredibly amusing?"

Hermione jolted back into reality and stammered, "I… well, I was just thinking about how excited I am to be here at Hogwarts, sir." She mentally kicked herself for such a pathetic excuse while attempting to tune out the snickers of her peers behind her. Snape's deadpan expression turned into a sneer.

"Well then perhaps taking points will help dull your excitement. Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for your complete and utter lack of attention."

"Smooth going", whispered Ron from the table beside her. Hermione was gaping like a fish.

"And five more points, Mr Weasley, for speaking out in class."

Ron's cheeks turned as red as his hair. "Bu, bu, but…" Ron started, but Harry quickly elbowed him and he stopped before Snape could take any more points. Looking pleased with himself, the professor continued their first lesson.


Hermione was now heading downstairs for a bit of breakfast. Yes, she thought to herself, her "thing" for Professor Snape had indeed started that first potion's class. She often referred to it as a "thing" as she did not know what else to call it. It was certainly not love, but it was most definitely stronger than a schoolgirl crush. Sighing once more, she reached the Great Hall and joined Harry, Ron, and Ginny for some bacon and eggs.

Hermione looked up and scanned the teachers that were slowly ambling in. Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall… and Snape. She gasped audibly.

"'Mione, what's wrong?" asked Ron through a mouthful of toast.

"Oh, I burnt my tongue on that last piece of bacon… I'm okay, it's not a big deal." Accepting this explanation, Ron started on another piece of toast without another word.

It was a big deal, however, when she looked up once more to find herself making direct eye contact with Professor Snape. His obsidian eyes bore straight into her very soul and she was quite positive that for a split second, her heart had stopped beating.