How would she ever face potions class again?
Hermione closed her eyes as she lay in her bed, dreading what tomorrow would hold in store.
Perhaps everything would be normal?
Maybe Snape would act as though nothing had happened?
Hermione covered her face, wanting nothing more in that moment than letting out a frustrated cry.
How could she have been so stupid?
Hermione craved time alone as she sat by herself in the library.
At least from her current vantage point, she could gaze out the window and fantasize about freedom.
That was, instead of facing her looming reality of having afternoon potions class to dread.
How could this day get any worse?
The young witch shook her head, it was dangerous to tempt fate by thinking such things.
She withdrew the cause of all this anxiety from her bag, before tossing the notebook on the table.
She knew it was unwise, but perhaps working on the story would distract her mind.
"Severus." Harry whispered as the professor removed the last of his clothing, allowing the item to drop to the floor.
"What do you want Harry?" Snape whispered, lips dancing over the young wizard's earlobe as he awaited instruction.
"I want you buried within me, deep inside me."
Snape didn't need to ask twice as he climbed on top of the younger wizard.
Harry's heart pounded as Snape danced a finger over the boy's mouth, as though begging for entrance.
It was a wish Harry had every intention of granting as he pursed his lips, before sucking on the man's long slender finger.
Within a moment, Snape had withdrawn the finger, sliding it down Harry's young lithe body, before ultimately pressing it against the young wizard's opening.
Harry gasped at the invasion of his body, yet the shock and discomfort were soon replaced with waves of pleasure.
"Oh Severus!" Harry pleaded as he reached for the man's hand, before driving the man's finger in as far as his body would allow.
He needed more as his eyes pooled with lust.
"Oh no!" A familiar voice shouted as loud foot steps grew steadily closer.
Hermione was torn from her story as she turned to the source of the disturbance.
"Luna?" She winced, as though surprised to see her as the culprit of the disruption.
"Hermione, I think we may have a problem." The blonde's lips were wide apart as her eyes ran over the all too familiar notebook.
"What do you mean Luna?" Hermione began, just what she needed, more trouble before potions class.
"That book we have been writing in, well," Luna began as she appeared to search her mind for the right words.
"What is it Luna?" Hermione nudged, the nervous anticipation growing in her voice.
"Well, I just found out that its not just an ordinary notebook."
"What do you mean Luna?" Hermione clenched her teeth, no longer able to mask the trepidation in her tone.
"It's a magical one, if you write about a romance between two people that exist in real life, well,"
"Well what?"
"They fall in love in real life."
Hermione's eyes widened at the blonde's words.
How could this happen?
"This is awful!" Hermione stammered as she closed the notebook before shoving it in her bag.
Though these actions confused even herself, its not as though putting the book away was going to make the problems go away.
"It won't be too serious as long as you haven't written, you know," Luna added, hoping her friend would get the gist of what she was saying.
"You know what Luna?" Hermione prompted, though something in her heart told her that she already knew what.
"A sex scene."
Hermione's eyes grew wide, what had she just done?
"Damn it." The young witch began to pace up and down the aisle, as though doing so would calm her down, or at least return her ability to think clearly.
"Within seven days of writing a sex scene, the two characters will fall in love. It could happen the same day as it was written or up to seven days later."
"Seven days?! But then why didn't he say anything when he read it?" Hermione continued to pace, wracking her mind for a possible solution.
"What? Who's read it?" Luna's jaw hung open as she anxiously anticipated the words she was about to hear.
"Snape read it, before I got to detention."
Luna's eyes widened before a roar of laughter escaped her lips.
"Luna! Its not funny!"
"I'm sorry! You have to admit, this couldn't get much worse. But to answer your question, maybe Snape doesn't know about the notebook's power? It's relatively new you know."
Was Luna right?
Did Snape really not know of the notebook's magic?
She couldn't possibly ask him for help but who else could solve this problem without anyone else finding out about the story?
"Today we will be brewing an antidote for someone afflicted by love potion." Snape sneered as his eyes searched to room, seemingly delighted at the avoidance of eye contact.
This wasn't exactly his favourite potion, but none the less he could still have some fun with it.
Hermione kept her eyes fixated on the cauldron before her, as though it were the most interesting piece of equipment in the whole world.
"Does anyone know what one of the key ingredients is?" The professor's eyes continued to troll the room before stalling on a particular student.
Hermione stood behind her cauldron, she knew the answer as she felt Snape's eyes drilling into her.
He knew she knew the answer too, yet why was he pushing her specifically for it?
Surely he must have felt a sense of awkwardness lingering from yesterday's detention?
Was he trying to make her uncomfortable?
Because he didn't need to try, she was well and truly already in the red zone.
Perhaps if she refrained from movement and kept her gaze down, then Snape would give up and deliver the class the answer.
"Miss Granger?" The Slytherin prompted.
Hermione's heart pounded as she dared to slowly raise her gaze until it locked with Snape's.
"Perhaps you might be able to enlighten the class." Snape added, raising his eyebrow at the young witch.
"Gurdyroot Professor." Hermione almost spat out as she turned away from all prying eyes.
"Correct." Snape smirked as he returned to pacing the classroom.
"Turn to page 123 of your potions books."
"I'm glad he never singles me out in class." Ron chuckled, a little too loudly as the class turned to stare at him.
"Mr Weasley. Perhaps you would care to read out the warning at the top of the page?"
Ron audibly gulped as he scrambled to find the correct page.
"What page did he say again Harry?" Ron screwed up his face as his entire being transformed into a flustered heap.
"Page 123." Harry recited as he suddenly felt the eyes of the professor upon him.
Snape sat at his usual seat in the great hall, his mind awash with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
It wasn't like him to feel like this.
Perhaps Hermione's story had been more thought provoking than he had first given her credit for as he watched the young witch interact with the other fellow protagonist of her sordid story.
Yet, it seemed as though the contents of the pages became less sordid with every hour that went past.
He couldn't deny that Harry had her eyes.
Lily.
Every time he stared at Potter, he would fill with agitation, yet the moment their eyes met, all irritation dissipated from his body.
He couldn't deny that even that initial agitation before their eyes met was fading lately.
Snape watched carefully as Mr Malfoy strutted towards the Gryffindor table, his two stooges in tow.
Snape took a deep breath, internally shaking his head as he anticipated an unnecessary scuffle.
"How is your romance story going?" Harry smiled innocently as he collected a large spoonful of peas before carefully tipping them onto his plate.
"It's not." Hermione began, unsure of whether to offer her best friend more information, but deciding to stop there.
"Can I read it?"
"No!" Hermione gasped a little too loudly, suddenly feeling the eyes of everyone upon her.
"How come?" Harry narrowed his eyes as playful suspicion danced around within those orbs.
"Yes mudblood, why can't Potter read your story?" Draco's condescending tone assaulted the witch's ears.
Hermione jumped out of her seat as she turned to face her Hogwarts enemy number one.
"It's none of your business." Hermione spat, panic driving her actions as she clutched the bag containing the book; as though frightening that Malfoy may attempt to snatch it from her.
"Is that right?" The blonde wizard chuckled, veering closer to the Gryffindor.
"Who have you had your mudblood eyes on this whole time? It better not be me." Draco chuckled maniacally as Goyle tore the book from the witch's bag.
Hermione was right to be suspicious as she watched her story fall into the worst hands possible.
"Give it to me." Draco demanded as Goyle tossed the book into the air as the blonde snatched it.
Draco wasted no time as he pried open the pages.
Hermione's heart pounded as she felt the eyes of the entire hall upon her, all silent except for the three in front of her.
She couldn't allow this to happen as she reached for the book, only to have Draco dodge her action with preconceived anticipation.
"Let's see," Draco ran his eyes over the first line to greet his eyes as he prepared to read it aloud.
This was it.
Her life was now officially over.
How could she have let this happen?
"Mr Malfoy." Snape's drawl greeted the blonde as his eyes remained fixated on the pages before him.
The potion's professor wasted no time as he whisked the book from the fellow Slytherin's fingers.
"Professor?!" Draco growled as he turned to the older wizard. His eyes betraying that he expected Snape to be on his side and allow this series of events to play out, instead of interfering.
"You mustn't take what isn't yours."
"But Snape-"
"Professor." Snape reiterated as he felt the eyes of everyone in the great hall upon him.
"Go take a seat, I will deal with you later." Snape growled as he watched Draco and his cohorts disappear before his eyes.
Snape gazed down at the young witch, as though contemplating whether to convey his thoughts.
"Perhaps it best if I hold onto this for the foreseeable future.