Star light, Star bright,

first star I see tonight,

wish I may wish I might,

have this wish I wish tonight?

That hasn't worked for me in years and I doubt that it will grant me my wish for owning the Harry Potter-verse. I have very little money and I can't buy it on my own, sorry.

Just a tinsy-weeny AN: I'm sorry that "A Schoolgirl's Fantasy" went on a hiatus, due to some rather unfortunate circumstances all my time has been taken up by college, work, life, etc. I thought I would apologize and at least upload Part one of this particular chapter.

Her Lover's Spy

Ch 7

She held her breath and leapt, the feeling of freedom that she felt when the air rushed past her was exhilarating. It was only then that she saw the ground rushing up to meet her, suddenly the ground turned into Ron and she landed in his arms. At first she was comforted, but when Ron turned into Snape and kissed her, she started to fall again. The ground opened up again beneath and this time there was no one there to catch her.

Hermione's breath caught and tears were in her eyes, the dream had been so vivid. She let herself cry, barely making an effort to staunch the tears. She wasn't sure which one she was crying over, but she knew that she had to end it with Ron. When sleep claimed 'Mione again, other than a clinging sense of dread, only one clear thought stayed: she had to break up with Ron.

~o0o~

"Hermione,"

"Huh,"

"I thought about going to Hogsmeade this weekend, do you want to go?"

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip, a sure sign that she was unsure. Should she tell Ron yes, or should she just let it slip by, as if she didn't hear? She didn't choose either. "I don't think so, Ron, you can go with out me though. I have studying to do, and Professor Flitwick wants three feet on the proper wand movements by Monday. Why don't you go, it'll give you and Harry time to catch up on Quidditch," She just caught herself from adding 'or something' and felt more guilt lapping at her metaphorical shores. Why did she have to have such a messed up life?

Ron did catch what she meant to say and sat up from the floor to look at her on one of many couches that were here and there in the common room. He cocked his head slightly to the side to study her face and peered at her from many angles when she looked up from her charms book. "You've been swishing and flicking with your wand for nearly 7 full years now, that's 1st year stuff. Is something wrong? If you don't want to go then just say so, it won't bother me."

"No, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I have so much to do. I know that the essay will be easy, but there is so much studying to do for the rest of my classes."

Indecision reigned supreme on Ron's face as if he wasn't sure of what to say, of course she was always studying, but she was lying in this instance, he could tell. He tried his onslaught once again. "You're always studying, you need to get outside a little more. Brisk late fall air is just the thing for an over-studious student, Harry would agree with me on this one. All work and no play makes Hermione a very, very, very, very, very-"

"Alright! I get the point. If you really want me to, I'll go to Hogsmeade, there are some things I want to get anyway." And so it was that once again, Hermione had let Ron wheedle his way and get her to go do something that in the beginning she had no intention of doing. If only she wasn't a push over.

~o0o~

School robes swished, students chattered, and Severus Snape walked down the halls with little more than a word to say to anyone. He was currently planning on how to tell the most obnoxious girl in the school, the most annoying know-it-all that he needed her help. Gods! Why did it have to be that girl? He knew why, it was because he had developed feelings for the most brilliant girl in the school and the always-meddling Albus had decided that they deserved to be together. He doesn't know when to stop!

Fate, though, had made up his mind for him and but a few seconds after coming to the conclusion that there was no way around bloodshed, Hermione Granger ran right into him. As she stuttered out apologies while picking her things up, Severus decided that there was no better way to get back on her good side and helped her to gather up her things. She didn't even notice who it was that she had launched herself in front of. "Thank you, I really didn't mean to rush into you like that, you know it gets when you're late for class."

"Actually, I haven't know what that is like for nearly twenty years, Miss Granger. I'm quite sure that many of your fellow classmates would agree, though, on how stressful things can get here at Hogwarts." He didn't know how he did it but his words had come out mainly without guile.

"Prof-pro-fessor Snape! I'm sorry, but I didn't realize that it was you." Somehow that sounded a slight bit offensive to his ears, but Snape kept himself from reacting to it with issuing detention. Had it been any other of the children, he might have reconsidered the action, but the last detention he had dished out ended up being a disastrous torture of his own sentencing. Plus, it was Hermione, they needed a working situation, he had screwed up once, it wasn't needed to do so once again.

Why did it have to be him? He just pops up, like I said before, I think that he likes to be an annoying prick. Bugger. Hermione calmed herself down, after all Dumbledore said that he would like for them to work together on the potion. She could behave if he could. It's for Harry, It's for Harry, became her mantra, and she hoped to the Goddess that it was about the potion and not anything else. Plus, she was getting late for Charms. He really wasn't bothering her anymore with his high and mighty attitude, plus she didn't care about house points at this particular moment, all she wanted to do was kill him slowly then draw and quarter him. The idea sounded spectacular to her. "What do you want? I have class to get to,"

"My, my, my, Miss Granger, could we be having a bad day?" Okay, so his politeness was getting a bit stretched, if she pushed it more, it might be very bad indeed. "I wanted to talk to you about the potion that the Headmaster wishes us to brew."

Hermione nearly growled at his thinly veiled sarcasm, but caught herself, if he wanted to fence, so could she. She faked a bright smile and sickeningly sweet politeness, if she smiled any wider, she thought her face might split. "I was curious myself, professor. I was wondering just when we were going to get started, that potion takes so much time and is so difficult, I'd hate for us to mess it up. Wouldn't you, professor."

The girl was definitely good at making her points, if she said professor with that kind of emphasis one more time, Severus felt as if he was going to kill himself right there in the hall. Did she always do this? As far as he could remember, a full six years, she had. If it didn't appease her, she had make a point of it, at least in potions. He sighed, she wasn't going to forgive him easily. "I doubt that we are going to make a mistake. I believe that you have this afternoon off, come to my office at 1:30 and we will discuss the potion." This was going to be the hardest part, "Have a nice day, Ms. Granger."

He didn't exactly stalk off, but he came close, all that cheeriness was quick to get on his nerves. Why did he have to have any emotions? It would have been so much easier if they had been killed along with his conscience. Hermione watched her professor leave the sunlit hall, and all she could do was stand there. Had the man actually been polite? It was impossible, Severus Snape was the most vile, evil, annoying, and down right impolite man that she had ever had the displeasure of knowing. Ah well, at least he doesn't insist on detention like Filch.

~o0o~

"I can't believe that she would rather be with Snape. Are you sure, Draco? I, well, why? She seems so happy with Ron, I saw them just a few days ago smiling and laughing with each other. Are you positive?" Harry searched Draco's face for anything that would make this some sort of joke, there was none. He felt himself slump, Ron was so happy.

"I promised not to tell you, Harry. And I'm sure. Or at least I think I am. You'd have to see it," Draco sighed heavily and lifted his head up off his boyfriend's knee to look at his Harry. He had promised Hermione not to tell, and it did make him feel slightly guilty, but it would be good for Harry to help Ron cope when Hermione decided to terminate their relationship. Besides, he was worried. "I think that she really does like Snape, only the last time I saw them together she was fuming and didn't want to talk with anyone. She even ran out of his class after she gave Ron detention."

"Well, I just hate that Ron will be heartbroken, I know he's not in love with Hermione but he's had more than a slight schoolboy crush on her for a while now." Harry sighed, this was gonna hurt. "Alright, I'm just glad you don't like a teacher instead of me."

Draco looked hurt, then gave Harry a kiss, smiling into his lips. "No Harry, I think I am quite infatuated with you for now."

"For now?"

"Well…a while,"

"Much better,"

~o0o~

1:00 o'clock by Severus's clock, thirty more minutes and she would be hear, it was a good thing that he didn't have classes today, or all of his students would have gotten a horrible amount of assignments. The minutes clicked slowly by and he was honestly worried that something horrible was going to happen. While it was his wish that he and Hermione could pick up the kiss where they left off, he knew it wasn't going to happen. Besides, he berated himself, she is a student. He should not have feelings for her, he should definitely not have kissed her.

Who was he kidding?

1:15, it was time to stop looking at the clock, Make yourself look like you're doing something. Researching.

1:25, She's coming, Severus, calm yourself down, your heartbeat could frighten off a house elf.

1:28. Two minutes, ah hell.

1:29. One more minute, I hope she forgives me.

1:30. She hasn't forgiven me, she won't, she would be here on time otherwise.

1:35. What's that noise? Damn, it was only an owl.

1:45. I must have really made her mad.

1:50. Where the hell is she?

A large thump sounded against his door, a very large thump. Caution prodded him into pulling out his wand as he moved towards the door. While it was highly unlikely that any dark witch or wizard could have come in, there was still a chance. Opening the door slowly, Snape pointed his wand. The wand dropped from his hand in shock; after a painful looking smile, Hermione fainted into his arms.

Dum Dum Daaaaaaaa!

Yes, I know I am evil, it is a trait of mine, I can't help it. Just go ahead and click that little review button. Go on, you can do it. Ah, well, part 2 should be out within the week, if I can find time. Plus I want to make a special thank you to Snapes-Mistress:

Your reviews really convinced me to make time for this fic, nothings better than praise from a reader to get you writing! I know that it seemed entirely Ron/Hermione in the beginning, but that was the only way I could make my plot (what little I have) work out. Thanks again, you were a big help!

Her Lovers Spy~