" Professor? " Hermione stood awkwardly in front of his desk.

" Are you alright, Hermione? " He asked, smiling. " You seemed a little distracted today. "

" Maybe I was. " She smiled cautiously as he took a step closer.

He raised his hand to her hair, brushing it back carefully. Hermione's heart stopped as he leaned toward her, she was paralyzed by how close he was to her. He stopped with his mouth just above her's, not moving, like he was trying to stop himself. Before he could, she closed the last inch between them, pressing her mouth to his.

At first it was like neither could believe this was happening, but he knew that she wanted him, wanted more. He began to lose himself in her taste as he deepened the kiss. He held her against him with one arm around her waist, the other behind her neck. She felt so sweet, so right with him. Even as he started to break the kiss he could feel her resisting, wanting it to last longer. He knew the feeling.

" Professor? " She asked in a breathy whisper, her eyes searching his.

Good God! He though, After a kiss like that and she's still calling me Professor?

" Remus, if you please. " He said, trying not to smile as she nodded obediently.

" Remus? "

" Yes, Hermione? " He realized how much he liked the sound of his name on her lips.

" Will you kiss me again? "

This time he did laugh, it wasn't that it was funny, but that he was happier then he had been in years. And all because of one little brown eyedgirl who stared up at him, asking him to kiss her again. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to kiss her again abd again, as many times as she wanted.

" Yes, I will. But, " He add quickly, before she could resume what they had started. " Not now, anouther class will be in here soon, too soon.

With a fleeting smile, she nodded and started to go. But Remus reached out and caught her hand in his, turning her around slowly. Bringing his mouth to her's he lingered over her this time. Holding her gently, kissing her softly, like she was a delicate flower. A loud bang, that sound suspiciously like a door slaming closed, broke them from their trance. Causing them to jump back guiltily. Only to look around and discover that they were completely alone.

" You should go now, I think. " He said, quietly. " I'll see you later, I promise. "

Severus had never seen anything so suprising, or aggrivating, in his entire time as a teacher. He had been going to ask Lupin for help with finding the ingredients for... Well now he could even remember. He had walked in to see that man, that slimy man, with his hands and mouth all over a student. Hermione Granger, no less. How he had convinced such a studious, honest girl to lower herself to his level...

Why was he getting so upset? It's not like he was actually cared about either of them. But just seeing him with her had outraged him. He shouldn't be this angry but could help himself. He found himself wanting to hurt that lowlife for even touching her. He wondered if he should tell Dumbledor. But what good would it do to get him sacked. A crazy, impossible idea was blooming in his head, and once it had taken root in his head he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even though it would mean lowering himself to Professor Lupin's level, or prehaps lower.

He could steal her away, keep her safe from lecherous men like that Remus Lupin.