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Feelings

When his coal eyes meat her coffee ones for them the time stopped around them. It was like there was no one in the room. For them in that moment there was no one else but them. When their eyes met their hearts started bouncing for a reason neither understood or wanted to understand. The pulse accelerated its speed and it seemed to both of them that their hearts would break their chests from beating so fast. But they forced each other's hearts to come back to their normal speed in order for their brain to take action.

Hermione's POV

Oh, My God! it was all I could think about when I saw him. His whole appearance took my breath away. I didn't even think that it was possible for a man to take my breath away. I didn't even imagine it. Not one of my ex-s or any other men have done this to me when I first saw them. When I saw him as I descended the stairs, two words spread through my head: elegance and attractiveness. He had elegance and attractiveness combined with masculinity and sexuality.

I bet that he has a black agenda where he writes down all the women he slept with was the first think I thought when I looked at him and scanned his body up and down. Then I saw his eyes. His big beautiful black. His eyes were like two coals just extracted from the most hidden mine in the world. Then I understood what the girls from school meant when they were talking about his eyes. I could see it now. The truth was that I didn't even bother back in school to give him a second look. The fact that he was Head of the Slytherin house and the Potion Master was enough for me. And lets not add the fact that he tormented me and my friends, especially Harry. But now that I was looking into his eyes I could see how beautiful they were. I've never seen eyes like his and I have a feeling that I'm never going to see.

When I looked into his eyes I saw something intriguing, something I didn't think I could see in someone like him. Loneliness. I could name that something because it was the same something I saw when I was looking in the mirror. Even it I had Harry I was alone. Everyone around me seemed to have same one. Charlie had Elena, Percy had Adriana, Ron had Luna, Fred had Lavender, George had Amelia, Harry had Cho, and Ginny had Colin, Eudora and Madden had their families, and even father had something – his games. Everyone seemed to have someone, everyone but me. I was lonelier than I ever was in my life. I had a reason to be lonely, but him? Why could he ever be lonely? He had a great job even if he had to teach some dunderheads potions, he was rich – I read once in a magazine that he was filthy rich – he had no worries for tomorrow, he probably had someone in his life. But if he had someone in his life why would he bet on me? Why… there were so many questions that surrounded this man. To many questions for my taste. But I could have mistaken regardless the loneliness in his eyes. It could not have been loneliness that I have seen there.

But for a strange reason I was sure that I wasn't mistaken. And for even a stranger reason I wanted to know why he could be so lonely when I looked into his eyes. But the next moment his eyes were Blanc again like they were back in school. Now I remembered why I was so fascinated with his eyes back then. They always had something mysterious in them, something incredible captivating, absorbing, intriguing, enthralling but most of all mesmerizing. I didn't know why, and I still don't, but I have a feeling that I will. They say the eyes are windows of the soul. His eyes reflected his soul or a part of it. If his eyes were so lonely if only for a second – cause I now that I look more closely and attentive I know that that I saw in there was loneliness – then his soul was just as lonely and tormented. Because I know in this moment of clarity that this man that is standing in front of me has a soul and a heart. If not than how else would you explain what he did for me gambling and wining me, not letting me fall in the hands of the Death Eater, not letting me get raped and tortured. If not for this than why else.

And again for some strange reason I wanted to heal his tormented soul and bring a little peace and light in there. In that moment I realized I didn't know anything about this man. The man who won me at dice. The man who tormented me back in school, taking house points, giving me work harder than anyone else's, the man who saved me, Ron and Harry so many times back in school and me now from this situation.

I notice that he didn't have robe on him and was wearing a suit, a muggle suit. Strange thing for a very pure blooded wizard like Snape. I decided the he looked well with the suit on him. Made him look better. And I also notice that his hair wasn't greasy at all. It was nice, smooth and silky. I wandered if in school was like this because I didn't notice back then. I wandered how could I have not when right now was so obvious. Maybe I didn't pay enough attention to it. And the way it was falling elegantly and lightly in his eyes, but only a few locks of his hair and with his nose, his big nose but not so big or at least to me it didn't seemed so big or it didn't bothered at all made him look different. For the first time I saw a different Snape. I was strange but a nice strange. I like it. It suit it him.

But for the strangest reason I wanted to know everything about this mysterious man. I wanted to decipher every enigma that was inside this man, that formed the man who is in front of me today. I wanted to solve the puzzle that formed the life and heart of Severus Snape. At this thought I shook my head. What was wrong with me? Why I was having these thoughts. I didn't want to think about this because I already had to many on my head, I had other problems to think about it. Maybe later I would think about this man. No. Later for sure I would think about this man. Later, but not now. So I continued descending the stairs.

Severus's POV

When I saw her descending the stairs all I could do was stare, but without her noting. I didn't want her to know I was staring at her. She would have laughed later at the thoughts that the greasy old bat was checking her out. I didn't want her to think that I was staring at her for same wrong reason. Why? I don't know.

I looked into her eyes. She had the most and most expressive eyes I had ever seen. Her were like her entire being. Gorgeous, stunning, elegant, attractive. It seems that there was nothing left from the girl from school. For a beginning her hear was strait and not bushy. It looked very good. It was silky and shinny, so silky that was temping me to touch it to stoke it, to caress it to fill it through my hands and was framing her face which had big-lighted coffee eyes that captivating me, but in a good way. And she had grown-up and she was filled in all the right places. She was changed and I knew it. I could bet that she has a long line of men that are going after her. For a strange reason I was bothered by this thought. Why does it seem to bother me? I didn't want to imagine her with other men. Why? It never happened to me before. Why does it bother me now these thoughts?

For some strange reason in this very second I wanted to love her, hold her in my arms, to know how she needs to be touched; I wanted to breath her and really taste her till I can fell her in my blood and in the end to lay helpless in her arms; I wanted to tell her that she's the one, that it's going to last forever, to give her faith, to hold her tight, a little tenderness and treat her right. I wanted… I stopped the trail of thoughts when I realized what I was thinking. How can I have such thoughts? And with her? It was wrong. She was my student and I was her teacher. If she knew what I was thinking she would find it gross, disgusting, unpleasant, sickening and who knows what other thoughts. For a strange reason I was bothered by this thought. Why does it seem to bother me? Why? It never happened to me before. I shook all my thoughts regarding this topic.

I continued studding her until I saw her eyes. When our eyes met I thought that she could read me through my eyes. I looked into her eyes and I knew she was nothing like those women that I spent my nights with. I knew that I could never do this to her. I knew that I could never spend one single night with her. I knew that she was a woman that needs to really love. I knew that in order to love her I needed to know her deep inside, to hear every thought, see her every dream and give her wings when she wants to fly.

This woman was transmitting so much through the eyes and yet it didn't bother me. I didn't know why and I didn't think much about it in this moment. For some strange reason I wanted to do all those things. I knew that I would never admit this not to her and not to me. Right in this moment I realized that I didn't know anything about that woman that was standing in front of me.

I put all these thoughts in the back of my mind so I could think about it later when I was alone. Right now all I know is that I need to talk to her about this situation.

End of Severus's POV

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