A/N: This is my first proper fic so please be so kind as to rate & review. I will try and update at least once a week. I'm not sure whether to turn this into a smut story or not so please give me your thoughts on the matter. Thanks, enjoy.

Disclaimer- I do not own the characters or the Harry Potter series, I just created the plot and like to play with JKR's characters.

Chapter 1

Hermione sat exhausted in the lively, overcrowded Gryffindor common room as she attempted to complete the painful 3 foot essay Professor Snape had set for the eighth years in their last lesson. Of course this was due to his natural foul temper.

"Why did the man have to be so uptight and hard-hearted? If he just let someone into his life – there's plenty of choice now he's a famous war hero – he could be loved and learn to love and maybe be happy for once." She thought.

Frustrated, weary and slowly drifting off to sleep, she gave up on her impossible attempts at trying to find any further uses of moonstone and half-heartedly resigned to her private-suite of a bedroom.

It was still quite early, especially for the Gryffindor know-it-all who was common to the world of all-nighters, and so she had to prise herself away from her studies and give in to fatigue as she headed off to gain some much needed slumber.

Wandering the corridors slowly and without thought, Hermione found herself subconsciously trailing a path in the complete opposite direction to her original intention. Only when she entered the exquisite marble perfection of the Prefect's bathroom did she awaken from her daze and realize that she'd strayed far from her initial path. This occurrence had struck a nerve in Hermione as she suddenly became aware of how tempting a bath seemed. Just the sight of the pristine marble surroundings drew her in. In addition, the sunken pool-sized bath with glimmering gold spigots that contained an array of magic bubble baths that gave off and abundance of inviting aromas and ensnared the senses, only invited her closer into it's grasps. How could she not comply and jump into the delight as this was far more appealing to her than the old and frail bath tub in her own room which only gave the user cramp and the fear that it would collapse underneath you. Finally, she gave in to the temptation.

As she turned on the enchanted bath she stepped back to watch the multi-coloured jets of water as the filled the bath with glistening golden bubbles and the room with delicious scents of jasmine, rose, lilac and lavender. The floral smell enticed her continually as she longed to take comfort in the bath before cloaking herself in the gentle softness of the plush white towels piled high in the far corner.

The temptation was too much and she rapidly removed her uniform before gracefully diving into the water then swimming up to the surface a few seconds later to reveal her naked body. Hermione swam around the overly proportioned bath and indulged herself in the heavens of the bath's pleasure.

Because of this, only too late did she hear the footsteps of another slowly rounding the corner just prior to appearing in full view. Upon hearing the slight footsteps, she propelled herself out of the bath with extreme speed and launched herself behind the pile of neatly stacked towels in the hope of concealing herself before the intruder entered view.

Hearing the halt of the intruder's footsteps and the familiar rustle of clothing, which could only signify the removal of clothing, Hermione panicked.

"Shit. Shit. SHIT!" she thought, "how the hell am I supposed to get out of here now?!"

These thoughts only increased her panicked demeanor as her brain went into overdrive imagining all the possibilities of who this intruder could be. If only she had remembered to ward the door. But she didn't. And now she had to deal with the consequences.

At last Hermione plucked up the courage to gradually sneak a peek at the intruder in the hope that the new information would help her formulate a plan of action.

As she twisted her body round and peered slowly over the edge of the towel tower, the intruder came into sight.

"SHIT!" , Hermione nearly swore aloud as all of her dreams and fear came true at the same time.

Because, there, casually showing off all of his finery – "God he was ho…Stop it, Hermione!" – was Professor Snape.

A/N: Please don't forget to R&R your opinions are valuable to me and I would love to hear your thoughts about turning this a bit smutty. Thanks x