*I guess it's time to say that I do not own any part of Harry Potter or WB. I just spend my day, running around the forbidden forest with a huge net, catching all the characters to act in my stories. I do not get paid for anything, so it would be pointless to sue me, or ask me for money. I better get this story started because Snape is threatening to hurt me if I don't get it started…hey, that can't be bad? Can it? Yet again, I can understand because this chapter is all about him…OUCH! He just poked me…here's the story.*
Snape's P.O.V.
I heard voices coming from behind the room, one voice in particular. 'Hermione' I thought as I stepped closer and closer to the door. I was surprised to hear her out so late. She wasn't whispering at all, I could clearly tell she was playing a game. My heart was racing as I reached the room. It didn't startle me when they didn't hear me enter, I stood there, watching the group of kids surround a bottle that was spinning. That's when I decided to make my move. There sat Hermione, on her knees, looking over her shoulder at me in fright. Her soft features glowed brightly, her hair fell over her shoulders softly, she looked helpless. I had to remind myself once or twice to not stare at her as I asked what was going on. I don't know why I didn't call the headmaster in, right away. I saw the bottle again and noted it had stopped on me and by the way that one Hufflepuff girl tapped Hermione's arm, and the look Hermione returned to her, I knew it was Hermione that spun the bottle. I barked 'Get out!' so fast, I just wanted to get Hermione alone. Usually I wouldn't have followed everyone back to their quarters, but I didn't want to let her get away from me. Before Hermione had a chance to go into the portrait hole, I found it the right opportunity to catch her, lure her into my plan.
As I walked down the dark corridors, I could hear her footsteps racing to catch up to me, and her quick breaths every time I spoke. I quickly turned a corner, my plan was working, I tried not to make much noise as Hermione rounded the corner after me. I knew she couldn't see me, my black attire blended in perfectly with the shadows. As soon as she got where I wanted her, I had to hold myself back from pouncing, afraid I would frighten the little thing. I couldn't make up my mind whether to give her detention or not. She might not have showed it, but there was a ring of excitement as our Aura's pushed together. I decided what to do. I pushed her back against the wall, not too tightly, and just looked into those huge, brown eyes. I could feel even more excitement push through our veins as I brought my hand up to her chin. Before both of us knew what we were doing, I kissed her. Surprised at the fact she didn't flinch as our lips touched, we continued kissing.
The next day, I couldn't even look at Hermione during class without making her blush..haha…I still had it. I could tell she wanted more and I knew she was going to be back, but I didn't know when. There was something in the air that told me she was going to return. I decided not to activate the security system on the door that night, just incase a late night visitor dropped by, and since I rarely sleep, I'd be ready. Soon enough, there she was, she returned. My heart started racing again as I asked her to come in and closed the door. I turned around and there she was, standing helpless like before. Every step I took closer to her, she stuttered on her words. I was frightening, yes, but in a good way. I decided to tease her and brush lips as she was trying to answer my questions. As soon as she told me she was dared to get a lock of my hair, I smiled and kissed her again and held her close. This just keeps getting better and better, I thought as the night went on and more kisses were shared. I longed for the next meeting as I allowed her to cut off a strand of hair.