Snape had expected it to be harder to intrude upon Miss Granger's mind. But she presented herself to him like an open book. He felt free to explore where his heart desired and she didn't do much about it. He should've known.

While exploring the crevasses of her mind trying to find answers he felt a small prickle in the back of his thoughts.

Hello Severus.

Severus retreated and blinked as he faced her again. Hermione quickly returned to the safety of the water and she swam as far from him as the tub would allow. The now magical tub had a deep bottom that gave her the safety that she now craved in dark murky waters. Professor Snape lost sight of her and suddenly he felt very tired. He gathered his papers and left the lavatory for the night.

Fred.

The sound made Fred pause. He was climbing into bed after having shared his goodnights with George. He could've sworn he had heard his name called. George was staring at him with the same expression.

"Did you hear…?" They both spoke at once and paused. Laughing to themselves and each other they crawled into bed and drew the curtains. The boys always left one curtain open so they could keep a comforting eye on one another while they slept.

Fred was standing in the Gryffindor boy's locker room. He was battered and bruised and never been better. A Quidditch match was enough to get the adrenaline pumping for hours. He toweled off his forehead and briefly wondered why he was alone. Shrugging off the inconsequential detail he shed his clothes and approached the showers. The warm water made him moan in appreciation and he suddenly realized just how hard of a workout his body had endured. The shower room steamed quickly and Fred ran a smooth soapy hand over his torso and chest.

Fred.

He froze when he heard his name from somewhere in the locker room.

"Oi! I'm in the shower. I'll be out in a minute!" He didn't get an answer and he went back to his lathering. He turned so his back was to the stream of water and he nearly screamed. A figure was before him.

" 'Mione? What are you doing in here?" Little Hermione Granger was standing before him, but suddenly she didn't seem so little anymore. She was wearing a classic red Gryffindor robe that seemed to be falling off of her. Without a word she reached for the tie on her waist and the robe fell away. Fred didn't have much time to think before Hermione was closer than she should've been and more nude than she should've been.

Fred hadn't had much practice in the art form of sex but when Miss Hermione pressed her naked body against his there wasn't much question. Fred, holding the girl's head still was kissing her.

Naked.

In the shower.

The kiss was hot and heated and Fred moaned softly, both in his dream and in the living realm. In the bed beside his lay his twin brother, who was moaning in a very similar tone.

George.

George was sitting on the Quidditch field staring up at the sky. He was dressed in uniform with his broom beside him within arm's length. George felt comfortable and had a small smile for some peaceful alone time was much needed every once in a while. A presence appeared beside him and was surprised to see that rather than it being Fred as he had guessed it was in fact Hermione Granger.

"It's so beautiful today." Hermione's voice sounded almost like a soft tinkling… George recognized that tone; it was the same tone that had been softly whispering his name in his ear for all of today. He looked at her a little more closely; perhaps he had not realized that he was leaning in. But Hermione was leaning in too and softly their noses bumped together, with a subtle turn of the head Hermione continued her leaning and suddenly she was kissing him.

This was not the first dream that George had experienced about Miss Granger, he found her intelligence to be more than a turn on. But this felt more real, her mouth was warm and she felt alive under his hands… His hands? He hadn't realized that he was allowing himself to wander across her body but he was. Her skin was softer than he imagined and she laid on her back to his gentle beckoning. He stared down at her, laying in the grass with her hair spilling around her and her breasts straining against her too tight Hogwarts sweater. His heart swelled with emotions and he was above her, kissing her tenderly and whimpering into her mouth.

Both twins spent their night wrapped in the arms of Miss Hermione Granger. When they awoke one twin felt ashamed for having defiled the dream image of someone he considered to be another little sister – of course a sexy little sister - but a little sister none the less. The other twin was swollen with emotion and want; his need for Miss Granger was not something new but it was suddenly intensified. The twins could not look one another in the eye but they went about their day without much thought but both shared a pulling to go see Miss Granger that day.

Hermione was sitting at the edge of the tub, prepared for battle. Her tail was hanging over the rim of the bathtub, lazily floating in the water. Hermione's neck and mouth were covered with a water filled Bubble-Head Charm to keep her above water for this extended session. Her wand was raised at the ready.

Severus Snape had his wand raised towards his student, something that was usually not allowed. He was standing at the ready, his arm was stiff and his wand was trained on her forehead. He looked sleek without his robes on, and he too found himself battle ready. He had come to Miss Granger to apologize for his behavior the previous day, when his back had been turned the Granger girl had hoisted herself out of the water soundlessly. When he faced her again he found himself at the end of her wand. The two stood off as Professor Snape spoke.

"Miss Granger. It is vital information to know when you were induced with this condition. I need to see what happened to you." She didn't relent and he sighed softly.

"Miss Granger you have a mind of steel, had I even tried to enter your mind with your consent it would have been a long and rather painstaking expedition. I predicted better and faster results if you were left unaware." With the charm hindering her speech Severus was left to depict her body language. She lowered her wand and her shoulders drooped.

Snape lowered his wand as well and stared at her. She was looking quite different from the student he had in his classroom a few days ago. The stress from her constant stream of studying was significant. The vibrant red in her new tail was dulling and she was constantly shedding scales. Gathering himself together he approached her. She was hip level to him because she was sitting and he towered over her. With a deep exhale Severus pointed his wand at her.

Severus was flying through her memories, stepping over her private moments and came to rest at the fragment of a thought: The pumpkin juice tastes tart tonight. Severus watched the memories from that night, keeping a close eye on the cup he saw a hand reach from out of view and drop something that was out of sight into the cup that Miss Granger had at her elbow. He withdrew from her mind without the grace he prided himself in. He talked in a low tone to her as he helped her scoot back into the tub.

Something happened between them in that moment. Severus was helping Hermione slid into the tub with a firm grip on her elbow when she turned to look at him. Their faces were inches apart and the tension thickened between them. Severus' mouth was close enough to feel the chill of the water surrounding her mouth and gills. They made eye contact and to Severus' surprise her pupils dilated to look positively cat like. With a wink Miss Granger eased the rest of the way into the water and disappeared under the surface to her usual corner of napping. Snape, feeling for the first time in many years absolutely flustered gathered his robes and throwing them over his arm exited the restroom as quickly as he could.

"Headmaster." Dumbledore was sitting as his desk, crooning to the Phoenix he kept loyally beside his chair when Severus burst into the room.

"Ah Severus... Come in." Albus watched as his Professor came rushing up to the desk, something was clearly on his mind.

"She was poisoned." The two men sat together as Severus told his story. Albus grew with concern as Severus finished.

"She's a Siren." Dumbledore stood behind his desk, his face looked grave and his shouted orders brought some relief to the panic swelling under Snape's skin.

"Gather all Gryffindor students together and anyone who has come in contact with Miss Granger since her disappearance." Severus bowed politely and departed from the exemplary office.

Creator's Notes: There is was folks! She's a Siren! Quite dangerous, what will happen from here? Seems as though she has more than a few fans, what will happen when they are having Hermione withdrawals? Review as always. More to come soon!