Loving Hermione Granger.
Chapter 2
Snape's hand didn't leave her shoulder. It was very warm she noticed. And the warmth spread through her shoulders, down her back, all through her body making her slightly weak and mushy. Her vision clouded.
The sounds of their feet echoing in the stone halls was becoming increasingly muted. And she could feel the panicking and worrying thoughts calm themselves down. She tried to look up at the Professor but it was as she couldn' treally muster the strength to do so and found that it didn't bother her.
She was floating into a pleasant lucid dream.
They were heading towards the dungeons and Snape's office.
"They still had some time left before the students would be finnished with the breakfast, I just have to take advantage of this rare oportunity", Snape thought.
"Here she is, in all her sweet loveliness, for ones unprotected by her infuriating Gryffindor nitwit friends and soon completely helpless", Snape mused to himself.
He found it hard to contain his excitement. The hypnotizing hex he recently created, that he had been muttering under his breath since they started walking, had proved to be working just as well as he'd hoped.
He didn't have to concentrate very hard, she seamed highly susceptible to this probing of her feelings. Maybe she already had a weakness for him? Maybe this was her wish too as much as his? A small hope rose in his chest but died away quickly. He couldn't take any risks like that. Why would she , a young beautiful girl like her want someone like him? Never the way he wanted her. He had yearned for a year. He woudn't leave this up to chance now. It could so easily be ruined. They were allmost there now. That desk was waiting for them.
"Who are you staring at? Draco? Hello?! Draacocoo?" Pansys nasal voice finally pierced through his dreamy state at the same time as Blaise poked him hard in his side.
"Ow! What do you want?!" He snapped
"I said who are you staring at? You obviously wasn't listening to me. As I said, my mother is going to see her new lover in this town in Spain over the holidays, so I'll be going home right, but I'll be mostly alone, except for my horrid aunts Misty and Mildred watching me. Like I couldn't be left alone! Its bizarre! But you know, you could come over and we could soundproof the room and you know…do whatever…we want…" Pansy cackled suggestivly.
Draco having zoned out again looked at her and her very pronounced pink lips for a moment, they reminded him of some candy that he'd seen muggles chew and that stick to your shoes and wont come off and said
"Right… We'll see, if I can get away. You know my mother … she is very possesive around these times of the year ehem." He feigned a smile. Seeing the inside of Pansy Parkinsons room and more, was the last thing he wanted to. Blaise caught his eyes with a raised eyebrow, as having read his mind and disguised a smirk with a caugh.
"Right, of course. " Pansy smiled a little dissappointedly. "I hope you can though…you know..come.".
"Yeah. Me too. Listen I thought I saw Professor Snape, I need to talk to him about something. See you two later, in class!" With that he rose swiftly and stalked out of the great hall and off towards the stairs leading to the dungeons. Pansy stared longingly after him. Blaised looked puzzled.
He had indeed seen something when Pansy intruded upon his thoughts. A very peculiar thing. Professor Snape leading a very very calm Hermione Granger.
He had never seen her this calm. Infact she was allmost always hurrying or marching or figeting, even as she was sitting down studying she was doing it in a sort organized yet most energetic way. As if every second counted.
The only time she'd seemed relaxed was when the big exams was over and the summer was upon them of if she'd had a few butterbeers. He'd see her in Honeydukes giggling with Pottyboy and Weasel looking very different with her guard let down. And the soft candellight made something to her hair. It almost glowed in in the same color as butterbeer. Amber... "Pull yourself together!" Draco thought to himself.
Now was different though. He didn't like this type of calm Hermione. It gave him a very bad gut feeling. It was unnatural. And since when did Professor Snape put his hand on anyone, even for short moment? Sentiment wasn't for him, neither was human intimacy of any kind. He normally didn't even resort to slapping people when he could use his wand with better efficiency.
He was like a big unpenetrable wall of haughty silence and cunning brilliance. Draco had no problem with that. He actually liked and respected that about his Professor. It was what to be expected by a Slytherine. But when it came to Hermione, he was sensitive nowadays. He didn't like anyone touching her any longer period of time. Not even his favourite professor. The whole thing seemed very weird and his instinct told him it was best to follow them and see what was going on...