Here's the next chappy! I've finished the story, just gotta type it. It's a lot longer than I thought it would be, but oh well! THIS IS THE NEW REVISED CHAPTER 3!!!!!!! READ EVEN IF YOU READ IT BEFORE, ITS DIFFERENT!!!!!

Clarity: thanks for the suggestion. I thought I had put that in the warning, but I guess I didn't.

Crazydaisy- theres a reason Snape didn't do a memory charm…you find out.

Warning: unsuitable content for young children (hence the R rating)! This includes Hermione's *second * "detention"! (no rape this time though)

Disclaimer: HP, Hermione, Snape, etc. don't belong to me. Of course, neither do the royalties!

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Chapter 3: Next Class

Hermione woke up the next morning with a hard face. Her tears had dried over the night, and she had a bad taste in her mouth. She wondered why she had been crying…. and it all came back to her. She groaned. "I am not getting up today!" she announced to the world.

"Oh, yes you are!" Parvati ripped open Hermione's hangings. "What happened last night? You ran through the Common Room bawling your eyes out. Everyone wondered. So? What happened?" Parvati sat on Hermione's bed and looked eagerly at the other girl.

Hermione opened her mouth, about to spill everything, but suddenly remembered Snape's warning: "If you tell anyone…" and closed it quickly. "Nothing. It was just, you know, Snape for detention. I was really tired. That's all."

Parvati looked slightly disappointed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why? What did you want it to be?"

"Oh, never mind."

When Hermione descended to the Common Room, she found out Parvati hadn't been exaggerating when she said everyone was wondering why she had run crying to her room the previous night. Harry and Ron escorted her out of the crowd of concerned people and made their way out the school's front doors. They decided to walk around the lake until things cooled down some.

"So, Hermione, what did happen? And don't say nothing. Because we all know you don't cry for no reason." Harry looked seriously at her.

"I don't know. It was just Snape being mean and having to stand it for three hours. You know how he lords it over us that we can't do anything back to him…taking advantage of us." She said this airily, but put slight meaning into "advantage," somehow hoping that maybe they could figure it out.

But they were usual dense boys. "Well, we'd think you'd be used to that by now, after almost seven years of it." Ron looked confused.

Harry, however, was looking calculatingly at Hermione. Did she mean that "takes advantage" thing to have that emphasis? Would he ever do that to someone? He thought, but when Ron started complaining about Snape's unfairness he let it go.

Hermione was disappointed. If they had picked up the hint then she could have said honestly that she hadn't told anyone.

Suddenly Hermione realized she had another detention that evening. She gasped and sank to the ground. She had hoped she wouldn't have to face him until tomorrow, because they didn't have Potions today.

Harry immediately crouched down next to her. "What? What's wrong?" He stared at her face as Ron stood uncomfortably next to her. She stared at the ground.

Hermione knew she couldn't explain away her sudden movements. "I don't feel good," she whimpered. And it was true. She had a very bad stomachache.

"Come on, Ron, let's get her to Madame Pomfrey." Harry helped her up and Ron took her other arm. They slowly made their way up to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey came bustling out when she heard the door open.

"What's this, what's this? Well, Miss Granger, what's wrong this time?" she pulled Hermione away from the boys and sat her on a bed.

"I don't feel good." Madame Pomfrey crossed her arms. "I have a really bad stomachache."

The nurse bustled into her office and came back out with a steaming goblet. "Here, drink this. Then you may go." Hermione thanked her and gulped the potion down. It made her real stomachache go away, but her emotional one remained.

Harry and Ron pulled her out the door, saying they were going to be late for Charms. The threesome hurried to Gryffindor Tower, grabbed their bags, and headed to Professor Flitwick's classroom.

Hermione drifted through the day, dreading the evening. It was ironic how fast time went when you would do anything to slow it down.

At dinner she was very quiet, but Ron and Harry attributed it to her stomachache. Ginny thought something else was wrong, but she didn't have the nerve to say anything.

Finally, the dreaded hour arrived. As Harry and Ron had so helpfully reminded her, she had detention again at 8 o'clock sharp. She quivered as she put away her books in her room, and walked to the dungeons.

Severus was very nervous by the time 8 o'clock came around that evening. When a timid knock came on the door, he had to clear his throat before calling, "Enter." He still hadn't decided what to do. He knew he was stepping way over the lines by what he did, but he couldn't forget the pleasure she had given him the previous evening. He hadn't put a Memory Charm on her for that very reason.

Hermione entered, and he could see she was visibly shaking as she walked silently over to the table with the potions ingredients on it. He couldn't bear it.

"Hermione." The first time he had ever used her first name. She started and looked at him, positively terror-stricken. "We need to talk, don't we?" it didn't really come out as a question, but she silently nodded anyway.

Severus sighed. This was going to be difficult. "You have every reason to hate me, Hermione. I don't blame you. Let me explain, if I possibly can. You are very beautiful. You figure is most definitely a turn-on for any man." He couldn't help running his eyes down her body. She blushed and look away. "But that obviously didn't give me the right to do what I did last night. I apologize. If you could ever forgive me, I would appreciate it." He looked at her, waiting.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Professor Snape? Apologizing? This was so out of character for him she almost laughed. But she remembered what he was apologizing for, and she immediately became serious again. She looked at him. Really looked at him, as if she had never seen him before. She knew (from experience) that his hair was not, as it looked, greasy. It was soft, and his lips that looked so thin and hard were also very soft. His hands and skin were gentle, and his eyes could be warm, when he let them. If she hadn't known him, he wouldn't be all that unattractive or cruel-looking.

She nodded her head. "I think I can forgive you." Severus was relieved. He really didn't want to have Hermione mad at him. He couldn't believe she was forgiving so easily, but was very grateful for it.

"However. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it." She turned and started on the ingredients again. Severus cleared his throat. She turned back around. "What now?" she said icily. Just because she fogave him, didn't mean she didn't still hate him.

"I wanted to talk to you about your last essay. Where did you find all that information? Even," he sounded like he was choking this out, "Even I didn't know some of that stuff."

Hermione smiled. "It's amazing what you can find in the library when you look hard enough."

Severus bristled at that. It sounded like she meant it to be an insult. "I've read plenty of the books in the library."

Hermione was surprised. She didn't know he liked to read. Of course, he is a human being as well as a teacher, she admonished herself. "Oh." Was all she could find to say.

Severus continued the conversation, and gradually Hermione felt more at ease. She sat down across from him and they chatted about many things. He liked a lot of things she did, as well, like playing the piano. That brought them to the subject of music. Severus lost track of the time, until he looked at the clock. "Well, its almost midnight. You should probably go. It was…nice talking to you." Hermione rose and left with a smile.

The next week or so went quickly by. Whenever Hermione ran into Severus he would give her a nod, or, if no one was around, they would have a little conversation. Hermione grew to almost like her Potions professor.

However, one day in Potions, Neville had a little accident. The room was silent, everyone was working, when suddenly there was a loud "boom!" everyone looked around and saw Neville's cauldron quickly melting into the floor. Professor Snape quickly looked up and walked over to Neville. "Mr. Longbottom, how many times do I have to tell you? Do not put the weedrat in before the queenflys, you stupid, worthless boy! Clean this up and get a spare cauldron out of the student supply closet."

Hermione, who saw Neville had tears in his eyes, said, "You don't need to yell at him Professor."

Severus turned around. "What was that, Miss Granger?"

Hermione took a deep breath and said, "You don't need to yell at him! He knows he did something wrong, you don't need to critcize and ridicule him!" she stood up and stared at him defiantly.

"Miss Granger, you do not have permission to tell me what to do and run my classroom. Detention! Stay after to arrange it." he stalked back to his desk. The bell rang.

Hermione walked up to Severus' desk slowly. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at him, but she had felt really bad for Neville. Severus told her to come at 8 o'clock that night without looking up from his papers. She walked out of the room.

At eight o'clock precisely she walked into the room. "I'm sorry for questioning you, Professor Snape," she announced upon entering.

Severus looked up. "That's comforting. Why? You aren't usually."

"I didn't want you to be mad at me," she said in a small voice.

"And why might that be?" He stood up and looked at her hard. Hermione walked slowly towards his desk. She was now directly in front of it. She moved around the side of the desk, slowly but purposefully.

Severus didn't understand what Hermione was doing. Did she really want to be near him after what he had done to her? Even though they had settled that, and become actually quite good friends, he still felt it hang there. He couldn't tell if she felt it or not. Finally, she came to a halt about two feet in front of him. She looked up at him.

Both of them stood there for a second; him trying to process what she was doing, her waiting for him to do something. When he just stood there, she moved a little closer. She looked up at him with a smile in her eyes, and winked.

Severus almost gaped at Hermione. Did that mean something? Could she possibly…?

Hermione had no idea why she was doing what she was. She moved yet closer. Their faces were centimeters apart.

Severus silently sent a locking spell towards the door. It wouldn't do for anyone to walk in on them. He inched his face closer to hers, his eyes questioning. His question was answered as she pulled him to her and kissed him.

Hermione didn't know what she was doing. She said the first thing that popped into her head, which happened to answer Severus' question. "Because I like you. A lot." Hermione pulled away, but Severus didn't let her go far. He pulled her to him, and she responded happily. He touched her lips with his tongue, and she complied. She pulled him closer as his tongue explored her mouth.

Severus smiled to himself. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he embraced it whole-heartedly. He pulled her over to the door of his office and kicked it open. She guessed what he was doing and allowed him to. If you fall off the horse, get right back on, she thought wryly to herself. She let herself be pulled through the door and through his office to his private rooms behind. She halted at one of the couches in the main room, though. She didn't want to go into the next chamber. Even if the situation was changed, she had unpleasant memories of the place.

Severus understood her hesitancy and pulled her close. "I really shouldn't. You're a student," he whispered in her ear.

"I am eighteen. The age of consent. I'm not a minor." She smiled up at him. He smiled back, revealing even white teeth, and they once again descended on her lips for a kiss. They wandered down her neck, and she nibbled on his ear. He groaned as his hands moved over her body.

Severus pulled her down on the couch with him. She lay down and smiled up at him seductively. He happily reached over and undid her robes. She slipped her hands through his. He had worn no vest or shirt today, and her warm hands immediately came in contact with his bare skin.

Hermione quickly unclasped his robes from the inside. She pulled him down next to her and pulled open his pants. They were quickly discarded on the floor, along with her shirt, skirt, and bra.

Severus was definitely aroused. He was incredulous that he had in his arms the most beautiful girl (no, woman, she was definitely a woman) in the world. Her baby blue underwear looked so innocent, yet alluring.

Hermione looked into his eyes. "Be gentle."

Severus nodded and slipped the last articles of clothing off their bodies.

Hermione buried her face in his hair. He stroked her curls and kissed her jaw. He slipped his tongue into her now-familiar mouth, and she responded. He searched her body until he found a different mouth.

She gasped when he slipped into her. It felt so right. She looked into his eyes and lost herself as he slowly went in.

Severus was in bliss. He could feel her, all through her, as he pushed deeper and deeper. He pulled her mouth to his in a passionate kiss. They hung on forever.

Finally, Hermione couldn't breathe. She pulled her mouth away, gasping for air. Severus put his arms around her, touching her soft, tender body. He rolled on top of her and grinned at her. He nibbled her neck and whispered, "I love you" in her hair.

Hermione pulled him even closer, though it was impossible. She buried her face in his soft hair and breathed deeply.

They lay there, content, panting for air, until Severus realized Hermione was shivering. He pulled his robes over on the floor, pulled out his wand, and conjured up some blankets. She smiled at his face, millimeters away, closed her eyes, and sighed.

Severus watched her sleep, stroking her hair and tracing her cheekbone with a gentle finger. His eyes drooped, and he soon fell asleep as well.

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Like it? I really didn't want to do all the details in the sex and all, so just imagine away. It seemed kinda abrupt, but I wanted this to happen somehow, and I couldn't really figure out a way to do it. If I get a good suggestion, I might change it. So please review!