The next day Hermione slept so late there was only 10 minutes of breakfast left, she walked in and made her way to her friends.
'You alright Mione?' Ron asked putting his hand on top of hers.
'Yes Ron, thanks, I'm just a bit tired'
'Well, try not to get a detention tonight, and we'll go have a walk in the grounds, seeing as though that stupid idiot kept you last night' he replied looking up at Snape, Hermione followed his eye movements and found that Proffessor Snape who was already looking there way raised his eyebrows, before turning to Professor Flitwick who was slightly confused at Snape making conversation.
She turned back to Ron and smiled a yes at him.
Sitting in her first lesson, DOD she failed to answer any questions, only asking herself them in her head.
Why was he looking at me?
Does her regret last night? What if he doesn't?
Will it happen again, when, how!
Growing increasingy frustrated with herself she rested her head in her hand and blocked out everything around her.
'Mrs Granger, are you feeling unwell still, i i heard that you weren't feeling yourself yesterday?'
'Sorry, sir. Yeah I'm still feeling slightly unwell' She replied to Professor Grubby-Plank.
'Well, then you are dismissed, Mr Weasly, help her with her things, look sharp' he replied with concern in his voice. As far as everyone was concered if Hermione was not paying attention in class it must be very serious, and she was thankful for this at the moment.
Ron picked her her books and bag and lead her by the hand with care, and even though her mind was on Snape she felt a pang of guilt, what about poor Ron? As the shut the classroom door behind them she untangled his fingers from her bag, and pushed him slowly against a wall. It seemed ages since she had kissed him and she collapsed into him sobbing, here she was with her boyfreind, sobbing heaves because she felt lonely.
'Mione? Hermione? What's wrong!' he asked, practically begging.
'Nothing i, i just feel ill. I'll take this back to my room Ron. I fancy some time alone' and with that she planted a small kiss on his lips and walked away.
As she made her way back to her room,, she spotted the potions store room open, she slowed down and lingered infront of the door, she could see Snape engrossed in an ingredients list, and pretended to fix her tie. As she looked up again she saw him standing, staring at her fingers. She grazed them across her chest and opened a button, slightly showing her willing pink bosom.
'Hello' she let the words leak from her lips smooth as honey and cocked her head to the side, making it perfectly obvious she was undressing him with her eyes.
'Feeling sentimental, Granger' he asked, his eyes fixed on her slightly red eyes, and slightly run mascara.
She remebered she'd been crying and whipped her hands up to her eyes, thinking of an excuse she replied,
'No sir, just my headache playing up again, sore eyes now too' she knew she sounded unconvincing.
'Follow me, it sounds like you have hayfever i can sort that out.' And he started down the corridoor, she watched after him unsure what to do.
'Come' he added and she found herself following, a dampness appearing in her knickers.
As she made her way into the classroom she followed him through a door she'd never noticed before, as she looked around she saw a small bed in the corner, and now feeling embarrassed she realised she was in his room. He made his was over to a small bookshelf stacked with potions, and brought back a yellowy thick mixture. And with a flick of the wand appeared a small mug filled with hot water to witch he added the potion.
'Hayfever potion, should clear you up for the rest of the day.' he said handing her the cup, but she was fixed on his eyes she couldn't move. sensing this he grabbed her hand and curled it around the cup.
They walked back into the dim candle lit classroom and she sipped slightly on the potion, lemon and sage. As she stood sipping the potion, he whipped around the classroom, there was a nervous feeling in the air, here they were alone together.
She put down the hot cup and walked over to him, he stopped, but did not look up. As she walked behind him she stroked the small of his back, and snaked her hand around his hip and she turned him to face her.
'Kiss me, Severus, kiss me again' he looked slightly taken back, but did not move. She could smell him, wood chip, aniseed and coffee. And she leant in closer to his face, again he did not move, but watched her carefully.
'Please' she begged
'Now please, i want to feel you'
After a second he pulled her hand away and walked to the front of the classroom, she watched him. Why did he refuse to let himself go?
'Mrs Granger, take this' He handed her the mug.
'It will be enough to last you the night'
And then he turned abrubtly back to his desk, again feeling rejected she turned to the door. Why did he make her look like a fool? She was so wet, she wanted him inside her so much she ached. But as she put her hand on the door he called after her.
'Mrs Granger. I feel even though you are a little know-it-all maybe you would benefit from an extra lesson. Tomorrow night, after my lesson you shall stay behind and i shall teach you a highly effective Hayfever potion'
She did not look round, but answered with a slight mumble of 'yes'.
She left the room, slightly confused. And walked back to her dorm she let her mind wander again to his body, his lips. And her stomach lurched for the time alone with him tomorrow.