Hey hey hey! Another chapter! Okay, sorry I haven't updated this for a little bit, but I don't really like this story anymore. I'd much rather write my other story, To Be A Spy. Its much more interesting, and not as perverted. So, don't worry, I WILL finish this one, repeat, I WILL FINISH THIS STORY, since I already have it all written and I can't stand not finishing things, but I'm not gonna update as often. Just to let you know.

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Chapter 5: Followers

Once the school had quieted down about the episode of the missing Hermione Granger (which was fairly quickly, all things considered), they turned their attention to the next Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. They were very close in House points, so whoever won this match would secure first place.

Hermione was getting somewhat sick of Quidditch. The obsession their world had with the sport was really quite stupid, if you asked her. She only went to the matches to support her friends. So when Severus asked her to meet him in his office during the next match, she agreed.

Since Ron and Harry were already out on the pitch, it wasn't too hard to excuse herself. She just told Ginny she had cramps and didn't feel up to going. After everyone piled out the doors, she ran down to the dungeons. She burst through the door to the Potions classroom and muttered the password to his office. He had told her it in the note asking her to come.

Severus heard the door to his room open and stood up expectantly. She ran through the door and into his waiting arms. He caught her up and kissed her deeply. "I missed you," he whispered in her ear.

"I know. Me too." She looked up at him with shining eyes. She lifted her hand and traced his cheekbone with a soft finger. He shivered. Her touch gave him goosebumps. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. she looked into his coal back eyes and pushed her full lips onto his. He licked her lips and she opened them. Her own tongue slipped through them and through his. He groaned and pulled her closer.

Hermioen tried to pull him through the door to his rooms, but he held back. "Not now. You have to go to the Quidditch match. Maybe tonight." She pouted but nodded. With one last glance, she headed out the door.

As Hermione was walking out to the pitch, she noticed a stream of students coming towards her. "Hermione! I thought you didn't feel good!" Ginny ran up to her.

"Well, I was feeling better, and was going to come watch the game, but it looks like it's done. Did we win?"

Ginny nodded. "Of course. Harry caught the snitch after only ten minutes. The score was 160 to 0." She grinned.

"Great." They walked toward the locker rooms to wait for Harry and Ron.

"Hermione! You weren't at the match! We looked for you." Ron came out of the lockers first. Harry came out next, thinking to himself, and neither was Snape.

"I had…cramps, you know." Which was furthest from the truth. Her "time of the month"
should have come two days ago, but she hadn't had anything. She wasn't worried, though. It was only two days, after all.

The Gryffindors clebrated their victory for much of the afternoon and into the evening. Harry and Ron disappeared but soon returned with supplies from the kitchens, and, Hermione suspected, Hogsmeade.

Finally, at around 11, Hermione announced she had left something in the library. Ron and Ginny paid no attention, but Harry noticed and narrowed his eyes at the closing portrait hole. He knew she hadn't been to the library at all that day. He muttered something to Ron, who ignored him as well, and hurried out after Hermione.

He saw her brunette hair at the bottom of a flight of stairs, and crept quickly but silently after her. He wished he'd brought his Invisibility Cloak, but it was locked in his trunk.

Hermione passed the corridor she would have normally taken to the library, and, with a quick look around (Harry hid behind a suit of armour), descended into the dungeons. Harry's dread grew as Hermione treaed the familiar path to the Potions classroom. He peeked inside just in time to see Snape's office door closing.

Harry stood in the corridor, confused. Snape? Of all people, why him? Expecially since he bullied people all the time, including Hermione. Hadn't she just said three weeks ago how much she hated him? But the evidence was unmistakable. And that gesture conversation, in Potions last week, that had been confusing too. Harry had had no idea what they were talking about, but they had understood each other perfectly; with a few slight motions they had an enire conversation. Harry slid down the wall and sat on the floor outside the classroom. He leaned his head against the wall. The "conversation" had held the closeness that (Harry shivered) only lovers possessed. He got up quickly as if the very structure was contaminated. He practically ran back up to Gryffindor tower, and pulled Ron out of the circle of girls he was eagerly talking to.

"Oi! Harry, what d'you think you're doing?" Ron protested as the other boy dragged him up to their dorm. He closed the door and locked it. ron gaped at him.

"I followed Hermione."

"You-what? She left?" Ron looked around as if he expected her to be there.

"I followed Hermione. She said she forgot something in the library." He walked over and sat down on his bed cross-legged.

"She didn't even go to the library today!"

"I know. So I followed her. She didn't go to the library." He then related what he had seen. Ron simply stared open-mouthed at him. Harry them told him what he had seen a week ago in Potions. Ron's eyes widened even more as he realized what this must mean…

"No. she wouldn't. I mean, this is Snape we're talking about for Merlin's sake! The Head of Slytherin House and the only teacher who hates your guts! He wouldn't either…..would he?" Ron trailed off. Hermioen had become very pretty in the past couple years. He had noticed other boys looking at her. He had even looked at her himslef. But…Snape?

"You know what we have todo. We'll have to talk to her." Harry looked serious.

"oh, this will be a fun conversation. Tell me, Hermione, have you been sleeping with Professor Snape lately?" Ron said sarcastically, but in the end he agreed.

They went down to the Common Room to wait for her. It was getting late, and most of the younger students had already left for bed.

Soon they got nervous just sitting there, so Ron challenged Harry to a chess game. He quickly agreed.

Hermione sighed contentedly. She felt so safe in Severus' arms. She wanted to stay like that forever, but looked at the clock and knew she should be getting back. If anyone had heard her excuse for leaving, they would wonder what was taking her so long.

She shifted, and Severus opened his arms to let her out. She rolled over, and with a final kiss she climbed out of the bed and grabbed her clothes. He followed her movements with his eyes, and she turned and look straight into them. He smiled lovingly, and she leaned over for a kiss. "Bye." She crept out of the room and back to the Common Room.

She climbed through the portrait hole with a smile on her lips. "Hermione, can you come over here, please?" her smile died as she saw the serious faces of Harry and Ron in a corner.

She walked over, the smile returning. "What? You two are up rather late."

Ron glanced at Harry. He took the hint and started talking. "Hermione, we wanted to ask you something." He took a deep breath, then plunged in. "Where were you just now?"

"I told you before I left I was going to the library. Why?"

Harry continued, unperturbed. "Where were you really?"

"Now, what's that supposed to mean? Don't you trust me?" she looked form one to the other with wide chocolate eyes.

Ron didn't know Hermione was such a good actress. "Harry followed you. Down to the Potions room. Why were you there?"

Hermione laughed. She hoped none of her nervousness showed through in it. "Oh, that! I had aquestion about the Potions essay, so I decided to just make one trip instead of another one, because I wanted to finish it before our next Potions class, and I was already halfway there anyway."

The boys looked at her skeptically. "Oh, come on, you guys. Out with it. did you think I was doing something with Snape or something? That old bat who'd always torturing Harry? Have you gone daft?" this seemed to satisfy them, and Hermione apologized silently to Severus, but she couldn't let anyone know about them. Especially Harry and Ron.

"So, it looks like Ron is winning. What a shock." Hermione nodded at their game and they turned back to it. ron got Harry into a checkmate within ten minutes, and they all went up to bed.

Hermione collapsed on her bed and let out a shuddering breath. That had been too close. She was surpirsed the boys hadn't picked up the sound of her pounding heart. She hadn't known she could act that good. Maybe she should go into film when she graduated… but then she would have no reason to be at Hogwarts, she mused.

It had been a full day, so Hermione was very tired. As she fell asleep, her last thought was, I hope no one else noticed anything.

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so, did anyone else? You'll just have to wait and find out! I'll definitely post the next within a week, but in the meantime you can read my other story! My much more interesting and fun story. Oh, and please review this! Please please please! Even flames are okay, as long as you don't start swearing at me. I have no control over my brain, unfortunately.