"Miss Granger, would you care to explain to me why you were up and about at this hour of the night?" Severus Snape questioned. He sat at his desk across from Hermione with a stone cold look on his face.
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Her lips were full and soft looking. The slight shine from her lip gloss gave them an irresistible appearance.
Severus took notice of Hermione chewing her bottom lip and slightly smiled. It was cute. 'Not now' he told himself. Professor Snape did not need Hermione Granger thinking she could walk all over him with her looks. Not to mention, Severus Snape was a professor- he could not have any form of a personal relationship with his students. The only relationship he had was as an authority figure. "Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to answer my question?"
"You see Professor, I was working on my potions essay and I kept struggling when suddenly I realized, I left some of my notes in your classroom. I was only on my way here." It suddenly dawned on Hermione that she was only wearing a pair of yellow and white boxer shorts and a white tank top along with flip flops- it was her muggle look. Her entire body turned an embarrassed shade of pink. "I really am sorry." Without realizing it she looked down sadly, and she folded her hands in her lap which pushed her breasts up slightly.
It took all of Professor Snape's self control to not stare at Hermione's chest. And it was driving him crazy! "Well, well, you were in a predicament- you could have failed an essay or worse, not turned one in therefore serving detention or, as you chose, roam the halls and serve detention."
'Did he just say detention?' Hermione felt as if she could cry. It was not that Hermione had other plans. After all, aside from homework, her night was empty. But, it was detention, and it was the last thing Hermione wanted.
"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock you will report to my classroom."
"Yes Professor."
"Now Miss Granger, I suggest you collect your notes and finish that paper. You wouldn't want to be awake all night would you?"
"No Professor." Hermione slowly walked to where her notes were and she picked them up slowly.
"Is that everything?" Snape asked raising an eyebrow. His eyes slowly drifted down the student's body as he noticed how short her boxers were and how beautiful her legs were. They looked so smooth.
Hermione nodded. "Good night Professor."
Snape smiled, but quickly removed all expression from his face. Instead, he just nodded.
As Hermione left the class room she smiled, 'Did Professor Snape just smile at me?' She wanted to jump up and down happily and scream. But then a harsh reality hit her as she continued walking. 'Professor Snape is exactly that… a professor. My chances with him do not exist. Even if I were not his student, I am far too young. But does age matter? Oh Merlin! There are laws that prevent him from ever liking me. He probably has taken an oath, signed some pathetic parchment with a fancy quill dipped in blood or whatever the hell they would use. It is unfair.' The only positive aspect of Snape's job preventing him from being romantically involved with Hermione was the fact that she knew it would never happen and she knew she had to get over him. Suddenly Hermione stopped walking and a smile spread across her face. 'It may never happen, but can't a girl at least have some fun?' She thought. Hermione had a plan and she was going to see it through.