He was drawn to her but couldn't understand why. In a moment of weakness he pleads for her to protect him. Only to discover her true self hidden within.

There is a bit of a twist to this story, not really canon maybe more like AU. But I will try and stay close in character as I can. The first three chapters will be more like an extended summary of the story.

This first chapter is more of a prologue

Chapter One

Epiphanies and Dreams

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Severus Snape walked into his private quarters rubbing his temples, exhausted as usual. Plopping down into his chair and Accio'd himself a glass and a bottle of Firewhiskey, pouring himself some and throwing it back quickly, enjoying the warmth that followed. He sighed loudly, the days were getting harder to fight the pull, the pull of her allure. When he first met her over 6 years ago. Something about her made him take notice. He was able to ignore it, especially since she was one of those who required constant praise. Waving her hand, showing off her photographic memory. Snape was able to ignore the strange need to be near her, due to her annoying, eye-rolling behavior.

But his life became infinitely more difficult when she became friends with him. Snape's solemn promise to Potter's mother, meant that he would be forced to protect her as well. And they indeed needed constant protection. Then she started to take his more advance potions class, meaning hours of exposure. It was increasingly infuriating that she was gifted in the craft, meaning he was forced to keep her in the class. Which was even more exhausting on top of his long list of responsibilities. If being a spy for the Order, a Death Eater and a professor with a full schedule wasn't enough. But being in the same room with her for a double potions class, was draining. Fighting an unexplainable draw, which is why now instead of attempting to sleep he was drowning in books of ancient magics and beings, researching the phenomenon.

What he had gathered from his careful observations was she was attracting mostly male companions, while either adored her or despised the feeling of wanting to be near. Like himself or his godson, even if Draco was more outspoken to his detesting of her. The intelligence was added to the list, but only because he could not not add it. Then there was the scent, he couldn't describe it. Her scent was strong and alluring, so irresistible that he found himself trying to replicate it, without any luck. And after what felt like hours, he found his answer. It should have been obvious to him from the beginning. Armed with this knowledge he knew he would need to maintain an even further distance and a stronger resistance to her. He suspected she wasn't trained her magic was running freely, drawing in unsuspecting males. He only hoped one of those dunderheads of hers had fallen prey to her already, it would be far worse if anyone else, especially himself were to do so inadvertently, due to not knowing what phrasing needed to be said to enact the unwanted bond.

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Beyond exhausted, he passed out in his chair. He awoke with a start. But not in his room, he was in a strange bedroom, the lighting was dimmed from the scattered candle light. There was a sweet melody coming from somewhere, it was like it was calling to him. His feet carried him toward the sound. He finally made his way to the sound, and there was a gorgeous creature wearing a flowing white gown. She seemed to be floating, she smiled a breathtakingly beautiful smile at his arrival.

"You're finally here." Her voice sounded ethereal and echoed. "Come to me, my devoted one." And his feet carried him to her, of their own accord. Once in front of her, he fell to his knees and embraced her leg.

"I have missed you, Guardian." He heard himself say, without prompt.

"I need you to prove your adoration, devoted one." His body twitched with desire as if he knew what she needed. "Come to me." She said again. He rose to his feet and caressed her face. He then noticed that her eyes were not of normal hue, but a soft lavender. They took his breath away, but found his voice to reply,

"Anything for you, Guardian." Saying before he kissed her, it was passionate and full of love. Something he didn't understand, but was enjoying it all the same. His hands started to remove her gown, his blood began to boil, when he found she wore nothing beneath it. She let out a soft moan as his hands touched her bare skin. He shuttered at her voiced pleasure. He guided her down on to the bed, removing his clothing as he climbed over her. Her eyes spoke volumes, screaming desire. He began to worship her body, with light kisses over her skin. Taking his time to lovingly enjoy her breasts, his body positively responding to her moans and arching body. He made his way between her legs, his mouthed watered at the thought of feasting on her. And when he did, he was in heaven of her intriguing sensual taste. Her raspy breaths and desperate cries for release was all that could be heard. Then, the sounds of an angel chorus rung in his ears as she came, gloriously. His male pride swelled at her amazing reaction to his ministrations.

"Ravish me, Severus." She said after her breath evened. He shivered and his arousal grew harder at her using his name.

"Whatever you say, Hermione."

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He jerked out his dream. Still in his chair, the book he was reading fell on the floor. His skin was covered in a light sweat, breathing fast and painfully aroused. "Well fuck, that was unexpected." He got up and took a cold shower, trying to dispel the images of the encounter with his student. After he finished ridding himself of his pesky erection and took a vial of Dreamless Sleep, in the hopes to discourage more of those uncomfortable dreams. Sighing loudly as it slowly took its effect. His last thoughts were "At least tomorrow is Saturday."