Hermione took Snape to her quarters she was not best pleased about having to share her brand new quarters with a man that drove her insane in both a bad and good way it seemed. She let her mind wander back to kisses that they had share that morning. She thought about how easily she had given in to the first one and how Snape while using it as a means of humiliations seem to respond with equal fever. How was it that this man who she was supposes to hate made her weak at the knees. The second kiss was complete different but still got the same reaction from her. She was so angry at him for making her respond to his first kiss that she want to take it out on him and hurt him but he turn her frustration into passion as he kissed the second time that morning. This time he did again this time not out of humiliation but frustration and desire. She wonder what would have happened if the boys had not interrupted, would have it progressed. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realise that she was standing out side of her quarters. It wasn't till Snape pulled her out of her own thoughts by indicating that they were standing in front of her door she realised that she has become loss in them.
Severus could understand what was going on in the mind of the strange petite woman that lead him down the darken hallways. There were a million emotions streaming across her face, from desire to fury to self hatred. He wants to know what was going on in her mind that had her so lost in thought. Suddenly he saw himself kissing her in front of hundreds of children, then it flicked to him pinning her to the ground kissing her and two boys walking in on them he, saw himself yell at them. He didn't feel like it was his memory, suddenly it flicked to her thinking about why he would do this to her. He realised that some how he had accessed her mind, this was a strange thought to begin with but it seemed natural to him. It must be part of the magical world being able to read minds. It would be a bit intrusive to have everyone read you mind he thought and stored that away to talk to Miss Granger about. As they reached the door he saw that she was lost in her thought and said "I do think the next appropriate step is to open you quarters."
As she was pulled out of her revere she noticed while he has lost his memories he had certainly not lost the snark and sarcasm. "Yes Professor I suppose you would be right, if you are going to come and go with out me in these quarters I suppose I should tell you the password. It is 'prankster'". She replied with ice in her tone. Snape was getting use to her tone with him but was at a lost as to why since he had obviously kissed her twice today. Maybe they were secret lovers and he had wronged her. He thought she certainly wasn't hard on the eyes and once you melt her ice queen attitude he was sure she was a wild thing if those memories of hers were anything to go by. "Follow me" she snapped as cat growled and open the door "This is my house and you will follow my rule" she said as they walked in to her rooms. Snape just rolled his eyes letting the thought of lovers fly from his thoughts, it was just no possible in no way could he like with women like let alone be her lover. He decided that the kisses he had seen in her memories must have been him loosing his mind.
"Ok Miss Granger, I understand your word is law in these confines." He menaced back. Hermione felt her guilt rise again as she realise she was being rude towards him and he still had know idea why. It was just she was so confused she couldn't help but snap at the reminder of why she was confused. "I believe it would be a good idea if we both got some sleep considering the hour and the events that have unfolded this evening" she said with a weary voice. "Your room is through here" she continues as she showed him to a warm oak door. "The house elves should have locate some of your vital needs for your stay and placed them in the room there is a share bathroom the door is next to the cupboard." She pointed out. The room was in a lovely shade of pale green with book lining the walls and the moonlight that shone off the lake into the room was beautiful. Severus was grateful the room was more than he expected. "Thank Miss Granger, I do appreciate it." He said full of sincerity. Hermione nodded "No problem, please feel free to peruse the book. Sleep Well Snape." She said finally.
With that she left and head to her own room leaving Snape to his own devices. As he looked around the room his thoughts drifted back to the infuriating woman that was now his keeper till he remembered who he was. He should have been more distressed not knowing who he was but it seem that his memory would return in a matter of days and for the moment he could enjoy just think about those hips that had swayed out of his room. As much as she seemed like an ice queen there was warm that radiated from her eyes. He could tell that she had leaded a hard life in some aspects but in others she had it easy. He could tell she was an intelligent woman no one had this many books in the spare room with out obtaining some knowledge. Since he wasn't sure who he was he wasn't sure what he liked but by the feeling all these books were giving him it was obvious he enjoyed to read. The book bought him back to her. She was so angry at him that it flowed out of her, she wasn't good at hiding her feelings and in a way they oozy out into him, but that wasn't the only feeling her got from her there was a latten desire hidden there that he was sure she wasn't aware of. It affected him this desire as well and it was not just a desire of she is a beautiful women. The desire was tied to his emotions, a deep connection was there. He lay down on to the bed with the thought of her as he drifted into and easy sleep.
Hermione was in her room laying on her canopy bed as the moonlight shone into her room. Thought of the man that was less than 20ft away plagued her. She was fighting her desire for him with her hated from him. As she thought the phrase "it's a thin line between love and hate" popped into her mind. Sure he was an intelligent man and could how a decent conversation but he was insufferable with his iron will. He was now unaffected by his past at the moment and was more open but she could tell but that would change when the memories returned. Here she was a woman in her 20's but she felt like a teenager with her emotion twisting and churning her gut. As she fell into an uneasy sleep the thoughts she that went with her were "I hate him, I hate him not".