Love me like you never said you would.
For my lovely Ley.
Hermione had grown a lot since her first year, seeing as how she was now in her sixth. She had all the curves and more, a dream for all the guys. A lot of them wanted her, wanted to taste those cherry red lips on their own. But Hermione only had eyes for one guy. And no one would have ever thought about them together. BRBRShe secretly loved him, every part of him. His greasy black hair, which she knew wasn't greasy at all. His beetle black eyes that could pierce through anything. His smirk, the one that hid those perfect teeth. How she wanted to feel those teeth grazing her neck. She felt a chill run down her spine. His perfect body. She had many a dream about that body. About being under it, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.BRBRBut at those times she remembered that she was only Hermione, Mudblood Hermione. He would never want her. The thought of that would probably make him sick in digust. But how wrong she was. BRBRBR------- ------------------------BRBRHe wanted her so badly, sometimes it was unberable to watch her in class without kissing her, licking those full lips. But he had to remind himself of who he was. Severus Snape, Former Death Eater. She would never want him, and he hated himself for not being good enough for her. BRBRDuring the War Severus was so close to death that the only thing keeping him alive was thinking of Hermione. Or more like dreaming of her. But he told himself that he would tell her sometime. He had to give it a chance. It was too painful to sit there and do nothing, even worse than the pain of rejection. But not yet, not just yet. He wasn't ready for the pain, he knew there would be pain. He could already imagine the look on her face, and the disappointment on his. BRBRIt will be worth it, he kept telling himself. Even though there might be the tinyest chance that she felt the same way, there was still hope. That's what he lived on, the small hope that she would return his feelings. That she would return the longing. That brought up his spirits, just the tiniest bit, but it still counted.BRBRBR----------------------------------BRBR Hermione was in Potions, trying her best to concentrate on her work and not the beautiful creature before the class. She looked up and caught his eye. She felt like he was looking into her soul, maybe he was. But she hoped he couldn't, she didn't want him to know yet. She couldn't take the rejection. That would break her heart. She had to bid her time, and so did he. It would happen soon enough.BRBR----------------------------------------- BRBRA/N: Sorry it was so short. But they will get longer. I promise.
For my lovely Ley.
Hermione had grown a lot since her first year, seeing as how she was now in her sixth. She had all the curves and more, a dream for all the guys. A lot of them wanted her, wanted to taste those cherry red lips on their own. But Hermione only had eyes for one guy. And no one would have ever thought about them together. BRBRShe secretly loved him, every part of him. His greasy black hair, which she knew wasn't greasy at all. His beetle black eyes that could pierce through anything. His smirk, the one that hid those perfect teeth. How she wanted to feel those teeth grazing her neck. She felt a chill run down her spine. His perfect body. She had many a dream about that body. About being under it, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.BRBRBut at those times she remembered that she was only Hermione, Mudblood Hermione. He would never want her. The thought of that would probably make him sick in digust. But how wrong she was. BRBRBR------- ------------------------BRBRHe wanted her so badly, sometimes it was unberable to watch her in class without kissing her, licking those full lips. But he had to remind himself of who he was. Severus Snape, Former Death Eater. She would never want him, and he hated himself for not being good enough for her. BRBRDuring the War Severus was so close to death that the only thing keeping him alive was thinking of Hermione. Or more like dreaming of her. But he told himself that he would tell her sometime. He had to give it a chance. It was too painful to sit there and do nothing, even worse than the pain of rejection. But not yet, not just yet. He wasn't ready for the pain, he knew there would be pain. He could already imagine the look on her face, and the disappointment on his. BRBRIt will be worth it, he kept telling himself. Even though there might be the tinyest chance that she felt the same way, there was still hope. That's what he lived on, the small hope that she would return his feelings. That she would return the longing. That brought up his spirits, just the tiniest bit, but it still counted.BRBRBR----------------------------------BRBR Hermione was in Potions, trying her best to concentrate on her work and not the beautiful creature before the class. She looked up and caught his eye. She felt like he was looking into her soul, maybe he was. But she hoped he couldn't, she didn't want him to know yet. She couldn't take the rejection. That would break her heart. She had to bid her time, and so did he. It would happen soon enough.BRBR----------------------------------------- BRBRA/N: Sorry it was so short. But they will get longer. I promise.