Disclaimer: Snape is not my character. He's just a pervert. Neither is anyone else. Yeah.
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Chapter 1: First glance at lust
Hermione felt awkwardly beautiful tonight. She had already grown out of the awkwardness of being a fuzzy haired, buck toothed child. This however, was the first time that she had worn a dress so fitting to her figure. Periwinkle blue silken robes were caressing her hips and flew down to her ankles and below. So no one, not even Ron or the rotten Slytherin classes could make fun of her now. These were only things she thought to herself, of course, as she worked up her courage to enter the Great Hall. Hermione thought for a short time, that she would have to use a calming charm on her heart because it was beating faster than need be. She didn't want anyone to know this was her weakness. She wouldn't want anyone to hear her life's blood beating through her body as fast as it was.
Tonight was the night that three schools were celebrating the Triwizard tournament. The Yule ball was held every time there was a tournament to bring wizards together. Her date was none other than the less competent, Durmstrang student, Victor Krum. As much as he was the last on her mind, Hermione accepted him as her date because of his true intentions. She was less nervous about Krum being her date than she was about showing up to the ball in her dress attire.
As she began down the stairs, and with each passing stair, time seemed to stabilize. Slow motion at first, and everyone after that- a more realized awareness of time flowing through her. A recognizable wizard trotted right past her. Who couldn't miss that flaming, red hair? Apparently however, he didn't stop to notice her at all. Nor did her other best friend, Harry Potter, notice. She stared after them for what seemed like seconds when really…
"Herm-own-ninny?" A hand touched her shoulder and she flung around to see her handsome, Yule Ball date. A date that any girl, even girls from the Beauxbatons all girl school, would give for. "You are the shining star in this vroom."
"You look very handsome in your Durmstrang dress attire, Victor" She admired as they started walking toward the center tables.
"Ohh!" Hermione tripped and luckily for her, Krum had caught her before falling even on her hands and knees. Despite being good at wearing a dress properly for the first time, she was not a pro at heal wearing. She felt eyes lingering on her the moment she gasped. Many people didn't see her trip because of Krum's elegant catch.
Herm-own-ninny? Are you alright? Ve must get ready to dance for the opening. Ven ve vill dance all night."
Hermione put a shrinking charm on her heals until the dancing ended.
Hermione's intuition that someone was watching her never left her, not for a while. Victor and Hermione danced the most graceful out of all the other champions, though Cedric was a close second. It was obvious why Hermione felt eyes on her. Many people were gaping at her and her dance partner.
All in all, it seemed like a perfectly normal dance out of a teenage romance novel. Then most unpredictable happenings took place. Krum had joined a group of boys on the hufflepuff quidditch team to talk about their favorite sport. Hermione, now looking for her very rude friends, but had no luck. They would have noticed her by now, even in their own little worlds. The Hall was finally emptying.
While pacing outside the Great Hall rapidly, the shrinking charm on her heals wore off. Not gradually as expected, but all at once.
WHAM
"Ohhh, nn" Something hard and flat had hit her chest first and onto the ground. The first thing she clung to was a leg. Not just Anyone's leg.
"Miss Granger, walking the halls at night, I see?" She immediately leg go of his leg. "Seems like a bad habit you've formed for yourself." Snape looked somehow bothered by something else, though giving his undivided attention to Hermione's silhouette. "Ten points from Gryffindor."
She stared hopelessly up at him as she thought not to respond, in fear of him taking anymore points away the Gryffindor house. As the most human thing he ever did, he reached down to grab her hand to help her up. Not by Magic, by physical touch. Something erratic maybe, that he couldn't help.
His shallow, black eyes burned through her. "You never know who you'd find lurking through these halls in the night." These words shot a chilling force through her spine. He stood there for a few more seconds. This is the most awkward part. He waited. She focused on his cold hand still grasping hers. Possibly thinking of something? Alas, the uncomfortable bond ended as Professor Snape let go, suddenly aware of what absurdity this was, turned and walked off in the direction of his lair, his dungeons. This was the most uninhabited part of the castle. His solitude regained.
Hermione did not share her private feelings for him, but Snape was Different from Krum.
The quickened pace of her heart began again. Worse than it had before, she started off to the Gryffindor dorms to look for spells to calm it. The only thing she could find about calming her heart in this manner would be a special potion. A potion that for no cost would she ask professor Snape to make for her.
She had a dirty premonition that Snape could possibly be walking the halls outside her dorm. She thought that she should heed his warning despite these hints.
She seemed to always run into Professor Snape these days, literally.
