It had been a particularly hot summer between the fourth and fifth year of Hogwarts, and those who stayed in the Black house felt it the worse because outside time was limited to only the hottest points of the day.

Severus remembered it to be a particularly annoying summer. He had noticed a change in one of his students, a change that he needed to ignore completely because she was not allowed to have those physical curves of a woman. The way her small tops would cling to the forming breasts made him suppress groans of desire as he felt his mouth dry out. He prayed for the winter to come, so she would be covered once more by those unflattering robes and uniforms.

That damned Yule ball they held.

That was what started his notice of this students body. How she no longer was bushy haired or just a know it all. But she truly was a growing woman. She was only fifteen to some, but he knew that she was actually nearing her sixteenth birthday because of the time turner she used her third year to achieve all of her classes.

She was almost of age, almost an adult that he could court. NO! She was Hermione Granger and was not to be looked at like she was a beautiful woman. As said before it was an annoying summer for Severus Snape.

Hermione remembered it to have been one of the worst summers of her life, She and Ron had flirted since the start of summer but never took it a step further. But then she would remember those arms around her, protecting her from the dangers of her fully turned professor.

His scent had driven her a bit mad, how he always smelled of rich wet earth from having been in those dungeons year in and year out. But also little things, like the way he would have a light port smell, of fine aged wine or that older smell of leather bound books. She remembered them all. And her dreams would pull them up when she felt his hands touch her in more places than her shoulder or arm.

This was so wrong.

She had caught him staring more than once as she cleaned, pausing to push a few errant locks of her curly hair back from her hot neck. His dark eyes always sought other objects when she would notice, and she wondered if he felt the need as well. The need to touch or taste her like she felt for him.

Hermione Granger spent her summer dreaming for her potions professor, and it turned to be the worst dreams in her life. He hated her and she knew it was wrong when she awoke aroused, and touched herself pretending her fingers were his.

The summer was cruel to them both. Both desired to touch the other, to just get some form of release to the building flame of passion they felt. From the moment she entered the great hall at the Yule ball to back in their third year when her crush blossomed after he saved her. He knew then she was maturing physically, but now that he had seen it the memories would drive him mad. The others in the house never noticed the change in their friends. How neither stayed in the same room for more than a few minuets, because they felt an attraction that they felt was wrong. A pull towards the other they ignored completely.

In all they wanted to forget that the other even breathed when in fact they were driven mad at night by dreams that were to real to be ignored.

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Okay I know.. It is a short chapter but I have to leave something for my co-author to write. I was just starting us out.

Enjoy and review please. -Ravencries