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Chapter 4

They approached the door to the dungeons. Hermione looked up at Severus nervously. He opened the door, stepping aside as to let her enter the room.

"After you," he said, looking down at her.

She nodded before stepping inside the room. It was as dark, dank, and miserable as ever. How he could ever live in a place like this, she'd never know. He closed the door behind them. She turned around to face him. He quirked an eyebrow at her, smirking as he did so.

"So," she began. "What did you need to ask me?"

Severus walked across the room to her. Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat. He leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and felt his lips press against hers. When they broke apart he rested his chin against her forehead and whispered:

"What does it feel like when I kiss you, Hermione?"

"It feels right," she whispered back.

He kissed her passionately once more before drawing away. She whimpered at the loss of contact. He took a step back, tilting her chin so that she was looking up at him.

"Your friends are expecting you," he muttered. "It's getting late, I'm afraid."

"But sir-," she started.

"Severus, Hermione. Call me Severus."

She smiled. "Severus, it's really alright if I stay. I promise."

"Sweet girl. Is it not Friday, Hermione?"

"Yes."

"So you're free to do as you wish, can you not?"

"I can…" she mused, a slight smile coming to her face.

"So you can come to me tomorrow, if you so wish. Noon, would suffice," he whispered.

She nodded her head in understanding.

"Alright, Severus. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Hermione."

He kissed her once more before she left his room.

She could still taste him on her lips when she got back to the Common Room. Before entering, she made sure to compose herself. She found her two best friends sitting by the fireplace, concentrating on a game of Wizard's Chess. She smiled fondly at them, waved, and then proceeded to her dormitory.

She slipped into her pajamas, then in front of the mirror staring at her reflection. She smiled; pressing her fingers to her lips. She never could have believed that Severus Snape could be so passionate if she hadn't experienced it for herself. She missed him already.

She climbed into bed.

"Goodnight, Severus Snape," she whispered to him.

"Goodnight, Miss Granger," he whispered back.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.