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Her back slammed against a wall in the darkened hallway as a warm body pinned her. She wiggled a little against the figure, but stopped when she heard him growl "Be still."
Once she was still, the man in question leaned his head towards her neck, trailing kisses down her sensitive throat. She tilted her neck to give him a better angle.
Before she knew what happened, the man's lips were on hers, his burning body pushing her into the cold wall.
When she opened her mouth, his tongue took the opportunity to invade hers. She struggled against his invasion, but soon gave up, knowing the wizard would win anyways. The wizard moved his arms down to her her waist and gently lifted her up. Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around him, squeezing them tight so as not to fall.
The wizard, Severus, Hermione realized, was staring at her. "Who do you belong to?"
"You, Severus," Hermione gasped, her words forced by her lack of breath. A primal feeling descended over her, one she couldn't control. The tension was becoming to much. She was coming undone. Hermione woke with a gasp.
Damn him, damn him, damn him, Hermione cursed inwardly. She went for days without dreaming of him, and then this happened. The one day she sees the man she started dreaming of him again. But he was disgusted at her crush, which prevented him from being with her even as friends.
It would do her no good to dwell on dreams. Instead, she should focus on the real, on the concrete. Some things, she knew would be constant. Harry and Ron, for instance, were her best friends. Sometimes, she worried that Harry's hero complex would compel him to do something foolish without her and Ron there to save him. Most of the time, however, she knew she could rely on her best friends to be there for her, just as she knew she would be by their sides in the upcoming war. She shivered at the though, of what horrors the war would bring. She didn't want to contemplate them, but she knew some point she would have to confront them. Such was the price she would pay for her involvement, for her actions that her muggle parents couldn't understand, for her own Gryffindor bravery that, at times, she detested.
Hermione detested the glares people sent her way. Apparently, some people had sided with Marietta Edgecombe. Not that she cared. The girl deserved to have the word SNEAK blazing across her face. The rules for the DA were clearly stated, and she had signed them.
Harry and Ron, at least, sided with her. Even Gryffindor house agreed with her, though Hermione couldn't tell if it was because they just didn't want her upset at them too. The Ravenclaws, however, were mad at her. Each time she roamed the corridors, they would shoot harsh glares at her. Their behavior to her became even worse. The Ravenclaws already disliked her for being the top of the class, a position that usually fell the one of their own. Hermione couldn't help that she was smarter and harder working them them.
The one blessing came from Luna Lovegood. The eccentric, blond haired girl was incapable of feeling scorn. Each time Hermione felt depressed at the criticisms and snide comments directed her way, at least she knew Luna didn't hate her. Yet, her biggest problem was the gaping hole in her life, a hole that should have been filled by a dark, broody, snarky Potions Master.
Snape collapsed into his bed well after midnight. He wouldn't admit it, but without Hermione's help, his workload brewing potions had picked up. He hadn't realized how much help she really gave him, the time he saved from having to brew easy potions.
Many times he considered begging her forgiveness, yet he couldn't bring himself to so so. He wouldn't apologize for trying to keep her safe. It was a moot point anyways. He wasn't willing to endanger the girl further.
The worst part was that even as months passed since the last time they had spoken one-on-one at Christmas, he still could not get her out of his mind. The girl was just as persistent in his thoughts as she was when showing off her vast amounts of memorized and regurgitated knowledge to her much less intelligent peers.
Student or not, he missed her company. Aside from Dumbledore and Minerva, she was the only one he could talk to. He hadn't realized how alone he had been before, not until he had a taste of friendship. Every night, he would wonder what would have happened if he hadn't pushed her away. How he wished he wasn't alone.
