Snape's POV
It's wrong. I know it's wrong. So why do I still do it?
I don't know. I guess it's just impossible to control my feelings for her. I cannot let her see how I really feel. It would make this even more complicated than it already, and it's damned complicated for me already.
Firstly, she's 18. Secondly, she's my student. And she loves me. I know it, I can feel it in her touch, hear it in her screams. I see the way she looks at me, and I have to look away, because I cannot let myself mirror that look of longing she wears.
I have to look away. I have to leave her, sated but unhappy. I have to pretend there is nothing I would do for her, and I have to make her think I would hurt her. Though I never would.
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Hermione sighed as she was knocked into again, deciding it would be easier to just stand to the side of the corridor while a crowd of first years came rushing past. She rolled her eyes and let out a deep breath, when she noticed Snape appear from round the corner at the end of the corridor. She wasn't sure whether he wanted to talk to her, so she pretended to be walking in his direction so he would have a chance.
"Miss Granger," he said quietly as he passed, subtly reaching out for her arm and steering her into a nearly empty classroom.
"Professor, I-" she started, but he cut her off with a kiss. He ran his hands through her hair, and was about to take the folders out of her hands when a door slamming close by brought them back to reality fast.
"Hermione, I'm not sure that I can do this anymore," Snape closed his eyes, so as not to see the sadness she was trying to hide in her face.
"Why? I mean, well, whatever. I don't really care... whatever you want," she mumbled, staring at the legs of the desk behind him.
"Come and see me tonight. Seven o'clock. We'll talk about this."