A/N: I guess this is the product of complete and utter boredom.
Desire
Chapter Two: The Morning After
Something wasn't right.
The bed she was in was not hers for one. She had a horrible feeling she had done something very stupid.
She heard a moan.
Her eyes going wide she turned and saw that her Potions Master lay next to her, disheveled and naked. Only a fool wouldn't know what they had done, considering her knickers were missing.
Well, she had gotten what she wanted. So why did she feel so…dirty? But even as she thought of the question she knew the answer: Snape did not love her. She may have gotten a night worth of passion, but not one full of love. Not like she could expect such a thing from a man that had lived a life so completely void of affection.
Turning she stared at his face, a face that even in sleep was covered in worry lines. It was almost as if a permanent scowl was plastered there. Behind that anger she knew there was a pain that she would never fathom. Due to his past he could never come to love completely, or at least could not allow himself to, for whatever reason. Maybe he felt as though he didn't deserve someone that actually gave a damn about his feelings.
She knew it was stupid but she yearned to stay, if only for only a few short minutes, just to look upon this face she had come to hold so dear to her heart. She ached to touch that silky black hair…
"Miss Granger, what the Hell are you doing in my quarters?" Snape's black eyes pierced hers in a way that made her shudder, and not from pleasure.
"You invited me." She said hesitantly. How could she tell him he had practically thrown himself at her while intoxicated? There was no way she could explain their situation delicately but she knew that she must. "We-"
"I'm not daft." He snapped. He looked at her distastefully. "I know what happened."
Hermione cringed. "I would appreciate it if you'd stop looking at me like that. It's not like I raped you. In fact, you were the one to start…well, this."
He arched a brow. It was obvious he was not inclined to believe her. "You think I would instigate something like this?" He sounded revolted.
Flinching Hermione stated softly, "you were drunk."
Snape laid there for a second, silent. "I suggest that we go on with our lives and forget this happened. Now would be a good time as ever to leave Miss Granger. I have students to teach."
He made a move to get up from his bed, but Hermione grabbed onto him. He looked up in surprise. "Feigning that nothing happened doesn't change anything Snape."
"Do not call me that. I am your Professor." He spat.
Hermione laughed mirthlessly. "I think we are beyond formalities don't you?"
"That may be but I would advise you not to call me that in front of my students or you will be very sorry you did so."
Hermione did not respond. Instead she got out of the warm bed and searched for her clothes. Finding them she turned and saw that Snape was fully clothed. "I'm leaving now."
Snape waved her off like she was an annoying fly, hardly looking at her at all.
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Harry was suspicious as soon as Hermione walked into the Great Hall. Recently he had been able to read her very well, and at present she was not happy. She looked quite upset in fact.
"Hello boys." She smiled as she walked up, but he could see it didn't reach her eyes. What was bloody wrong with her? "How are you two this morning?"
Harry and Ron exchanged a meaningful look. "Fine." They said at once. "And you?"
"Just…oh, great." She hissed.
They turned and saw Snape. "What? Did he do something to you?" Ron asked a murderous look in his eye. Everyone knew Ron fancied Hermione.
Hermione glanced at them in a distracted sort of way. "I just remembered I have to do…something." She turned and fled the Great Hall before she could respond.
"What do you think happened to her?" Ron asked, still staring at the spot Hermione had just been seconds before.
"I have no clue, but it can't be good."
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"Hermione, are you ok? You don't seem like yourself lately." Ginny laid her hand gently over Hermione's. She had been staring off into space again; a look of pain clouding her features slightly.
"I'm fine, just a little under the weather perhaps," she all but whispered.
Ginny shook her head. "No, I've seen that look plenty of times Hermione. You like somebody, don't you?"
Hermione flushed vividly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, please. If the moaning at night isn't any indication, those looks sighs are a dead give away. Tell me about him."
"I can't, I promised not to mention it to anyone."
"The arse wants to keep it a secret then? Should I curse him?"
Hermione laughed until she saw the look on Ginny's face. "I hardly believe that will solve anything."
"Well, if he's going to be like that just move on. You don't need that Hermione. You deserve someone who will respect you."
"I don't think you can possibly understand. I love him a great deal, I can't jut forget this. It breaks my heart every time I lay eyes on him." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she brushed at them frantically.
As Ginny held onto her she whispered, "then fight for him Hermione, in every way you know how. Don't let this go so easily. If he's right for you and if he's worthy he will come to realize he cares for you…and if he doesn't please point him out so I can hex him into next week."
A/N: Well, hope you all enjoyed that. I didn't expect to write anymore to this story so I was surprised when this came to me.
