Chapter 3
It came time for Potions, and Hermiones heart pounded. She couldnt wait to be near Snape, for some reason. Lily and her walked to Potions, and sat down when they got there. Lily winked at Hermione for good luck, and Hermione started to get out her things. The bell was almost about to ring, and Snape still wasnt there. Hermione was tempted to look for him, but she kept her head down. Just then, Snape hurried in the class and sat down. Hermione could hear his rapid, fast breaths. She turned to look at him, and she looked into his deep, blue intense eyes when he looked at her. He didnt even scowl this time.
'Attention class!' Dumbledore said as he beat his desk with his wand several times. He looked right over to Hermione. She was the one who broke the stare with Snape as she looked to Dumbledore, who gave her a warm, knowing smile. She smiled back. Dumbledore kept talking, but Hermione wanted to talk to Snape.
'Why were you almost late?' she whispered. Snape turned to her.
'I am in class right now, cant you see that?' he snapped. Hermione was taken back, and she apologized under her breath. She looked up at Dumbledore, but didnt notice when Snape looked back at her.
After class, Hermione gathered her things, but she was having trouble carrying all of it. She stumbled out with all her books. Snape saw this as he lingered in the shadows. Just as she was about to drop her Transfiguration book, Snape caught it swiftly. Hermione looked up at him, staring. He had no expression on his face, and his eyes were unreadable.
'Tha-' she started to say, but Snape walked off briskly. Hmph. Lily and James ran over to her.
'Hermione! Severus just helped you, he never helps anyone!' she said excitedly. Hermione smiled nervously, and blushed.
'Wed really like to go to lunch with you, but we really have to um, study,' James said, and they waved as they ran toward Gryffindor. Hermione laughed. She had finally met Harrys parents, and they were wonderful, just like he was. Hermione decided to go back to the library to study, since she wasnt feeling especially hungry today. She entered the library, and walked through, glancing to see who was there. No one intersting. Well, she had one person, one person only on her mind that day that she wanted to see. Hermione walked over to a table in the corner near the restricted section of the library. It was dark in there that day, hence the rain they were having that week.
She got out her books, and started to read them, studying them. She brought the book up to her face, reading closely.
'You should get reading glasses, if you have to read like that,' Hermione heard a silky voice say, and the book flew out of her hands. Sitting infront of her was Snape, staring into her eyes. His long, wavy black hair fell around his shoulders, caressing his face delicately. His eyes shone into hers, and Hermiones pulse quickened just at him being near her.
'I-I know, but I dont like glasses on my face-on me,' Hermione said nervously, her hands fumbling with the book. Snape never took his glare off of her as she fixed herself. She looked up at him and smiled nervously, but he just stared into her eyes, into her soul. Hermione stopped moving and just looked at him. Snape jumped up, and grabbed her arm. He started to lead her somewhere, walking very fast.
'Severus! Where are we going??' Hermione asked frantically. At the sound of Hermione saying his first name, he turned to face her.
'I want to show you something. Have you ever been to the dungeon?' he asked her. She shook her head.
'You mean the Slytherin dungeon? And where our Potions class is?' she asked, as far as she knew there was no other dungeon, it would have said so in Hogwarts: A History, her favorite book.
'No. The other dungeon.'
'There is no such place, what are you talking about?' Hermione said, doubting him. But he was not one to play jokes on people, so she trusted him. Snape turned around, and led her to Slytherin. The hall was dark, except for a few candles illuminating the wall. He looked at her, and motioned for her to stop. He stopped infront of a place on the stone wall, and got out his wand.
'Openus Dungeonus Serpentus,' he said, and waved his wand. The wall opened up, and all Hermione could see was pitch black. Snape looked at her, and Hermione was scared, and it showed on her face as her eyes opened wide. Snape walked halfway in, and motioned for her to enter, which she did. The passage closed behind them. They entered the dungeon, which was completely dark.
'Lumos!' Snape shouted, and all the old candlesticks on the wall lit. Hermione looked around, at a massive dungeon, with passageways, and cells.
'What is this place?' Hermione said, stepping forward.
'This, is the Dungeon of Snakes. A long time ago, they kept prisoners here. Its not used anymore, it was closed up by Dumbledore. he didnt want the students to be in a school where criminals were being held,' Snape said, starting to walk down a passageway. Hermione followed.
'I come here alot, I know where Im going. Stay close, its designed for people to get lost,' He said, as he looked at Hermione who was very close to him now. She looked up at him, into his eyes which flickered with the dim candlelight. To Hermiones dissapointment, he turned around and kept walking forward. She rolled her eyes and made a dissapointed face. The corridors echoed from their steps. Hermione watched the walls, and she saw a strange drawring of a snake, the same snake on her charm necklace. She stepped up to it and compared the two. She could feel Snape standing right behind her, and it made the hair on her neck stand up. She slowly turned around, so they were facing each other, her back against the cold, stone wall. Snape stared down into her eyes, through her soul. His body was so close to hers, they almost touched. Snapes hands went to touch the wall behind her, like closing her in. Her heartbeat was so fast now, she could feel it. Her knees were weak, and her breath was rapid. So was his. Snapes face was so close to hers; she could feel his hot breath on her face. She closed her eyes, and her body wanted to touch his so much, she needed it. She looked into his eyes again, and they penetrated through her like daggars. She could see that he was shaking, and so was she. He looked perfect at that moment, his beautiful face, his long hair falling gently over his shoulders, the dim candlelight reflecting in his intense blue eyes. He had still yet to touch her.
Snape removed his hand from the wall shakily, and lightly grazed it down Hermiones cheek, not stopping and letting it ever so slightly graze her breast. She closed her eyes, and her neck tilted back some. She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes again. Snape never lost his eye contact with her. Hermione looked into his eyes, thinking: Now, now. She pleaded with her eyes for him to relive this silent torture of not touching him, her need to feel him was taking her over. Snape leaned into her, his lips less than one inch from hers as he looked at them. He then looked into her eyes, and she silently pleaded. Yes, yes.
He kissed her then, not too hard, but not too soft. The feel of his lips on hers made Hermione almost collapse. He had soft, beautiful lips that had a way of making her feel absolute perfection at that moment. She felt her eyes roll into her skull. She couldnt take it anymore. Hermiones hands and arms embraced his neck, his broad back, and touching his silky black hair. His hands not very steadily encircled her, pulling her closer to him, so her body was right up against his. The feel of his chest on hers made her breath stagger and her heart couldnt have been beating faster. Snape broke away from the kiss and just hugged her, for what seemes like the longest time. Neither wanted to let go, neither wanted to be without the feeling of their bodies being so close.
It was getting late, and Hermione had to do her homework. She had completely forgotten the fact that she was in 1973, and with her Potions professor. She was the one who broke the embrace, and she smiled so brightly. Snapes face stayed the same as it had been, expressionless except for his eyes. Hermione was about to speak, when Snape put his index finger up to her lips, silencing her. He simply nodded, and they started to walk back.
Youd better review, thats all Im going to say.
It came time for Potions, and Hermiones heart pounded. She couldnt wait to be near Snape, for some reason. Lily and her walked to Potions, and sat down when they got there. Lily winked at Hermione for good luck, and Hermione started to get out her things. The bell was almost about to ring, and Snape still wasnt there. Hermione was tempted to look for him, but she kept her head down. Just then, Snape hurried in the class and sat down. Hermione could hear his rapid, fast breaths. She turned to look at him, and she looked into his deep, blue intense eyes when he looked at her. He didnt even scowl this time.
'Attention class!' Dumbledore said as he beat his desk with his wand several times. He looked right over to Hermione. She was the one who broke the stare with Snape as she looked to Dumbledore, who gave her a warm, knowing smile. She smiled back. Dumbledore kept talking, but Hermione wanted to talk to Snape.
'Why were you almost late?' she whispered. Snape turned to her.
'I am in class right now, cant you see that?' he snapped. Hermione was taken back, and she apologized under her breath. She looked up at Dumbledore, but didnt notice when Snape looked back at her.
After class, Hermione gathered her things, but she was having trouble carrying all of it. She stumbled out with all her books. Snape saw this as he lingered in the shadows. Just as she was about to drop her Transfiguration book, Snape caught it swiftly. Hermione looked up at him, staring. He had no expression on his face, and his eyes were unreadable.
'Tha-' she started to say, but Snape walked off briskly. Hmph. Lily and James ran over to her.
'Hermione! Severus just helped you, he never helps anyone!' she said excitedly. Hermione smiled nervously, and blushed.
'Wed really like to go to lunch with you, but we really have to um, study,' James said, and they waved as they ran toward Gryffindor. Hermione laughed. She had finally met Harrys parents, and they were wonderful, just like he was. Hermione decided to go back to the library to study, since she wasnt feeling especially hungry today. She entered the library, and walked through, glancing to see who was there. No one intersting. Well, she had one person, one person only on her mind that day that she wanted to see. Hermione walked over to a table in the corner near the restricted section of the library. It was dark in there that day, hence the rain they were having that week.
She got out her books, and started to read them, studying them. She brought the book up to her face, reading closely.
'You should get reading glasses, if you have to read like that,' Hermione heard a silky voice say, and the book flew out of her hands. Sitting infront of her was Snape, staring into her eyes. His long, wavy black hair fell around his shoulders, caressing his face delicately. His eyes shone into hers, and Hermiones pulse quickened just at him being near her.
'I-I know, but I dont like glasses on my face-on me,' Hermione said nervously, her hands fumbling with the book. Snape never took his glare off of her as she fixed herself. She looked up at him and smiled nervously, but he just stared into her eyes, into her soul. Hermione stopped moving and just looked at him. Snape jumped up, and grabbed her arm. He started to lead her somewhere, walking very fast.
'Severus! Where are we going??' Hermione asked frantically. At the sound of Hermione saying his first name, he turned to face her.
'I want to show you something. Have you ever been to the dungeon?' he asked her. She shook her head.
'You mean the Slytherin dungeon? And where our Potions class is?' she asked, as far as she knew there was no other dungeon, it would have said so in Hogwarts: A History, her favorite book.
'No. The other dungeon.'
'There is no such place, what are you talking about?' Hermione said, doubting him. But he was not one to play jokes on people, so she trusted him. Snape turned around, and led her to Slytherin. The hall was dark, except for a few candles illuminating the wall. He looked at her, and motioned for her to stop. He stopped infront of a place on the stone wall, and got out his wand.
'Openus Dungeonus Serpentus,' he said, and waved his wand. The wall opened up, and all Hermione could see was pitch black. Snape looked at her, and Hermione was scared, and it showed on her face as her eyes opened wide. Snape walked halfway in, and motioned for her to enter, which she did. The passage closed behind them. They entered the dungeon, which was completely dark.
'Lumos!' Snape shouted, and all the old candlesticks on the wall lit. Hermione looked around, at a massive dungeon, with passageways, and cells.
'What is this place?' Hermione said, stepping forward.
'This, is the Dungeon of Snakes. A long time ago, they kept prisoners here. Its not used anymore, it was closed up by Dumbledore. he didnt want the students to be in a school where criminals were being held,' Snape said, starting to walk down a passageway. Hermione followed.
'I come here alot, I know where Im going. Stay close, its designed for people to get lost,' He said, as he looked at Hermione who was very close to him now. She looked up at him, into his eyes which flickered with the dim candlelight. To Hermiones dissapointment, he turned around and kept walking forward. She rolled her eyes and made a dissapointed face. The corridors echoed from their steps. Hermione watched the walls, and she saw a strange drawring of a snake, the same snake on her charm necklace. She stepped up to it and compared the two. She could feel Snape standing right behind her, and it made the hair on her neck stand up. She slowly turned around, so they were facing each other, her back against the cold, stone wall. Snape stared down into her eyes, through her soul. His body was so close to hers, they almost touched. Snapes hands went to touch the wall behind her, like closing her in. Her heartbeat was so fast now, she could feel it. Her knees were weak, and her breath was rapid. So was his. Snapes face was so close to hers; she could feel his hot breath on her face. She closed her eyes, and her body wanted to touch his so much, she needed it. She looked into his eyes again, and they penetrated through her like daggars. She could see that he was shaking, and so was she. He looked perfect at that moment, his beautiful face, his long hair falling gently over his shoulders, the dim candlelight reflecting in his intense blue eyes. He had still yet to touch her.
Snape removed his hand from the wall shakily, and lightly grazed it down Hermiones cheek, not stopping and letting it ever so slightly graze her breast. She closed her eyes, and her neck tilted back some. She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes again. Snape never lost his eye contact with her. Hermione looked into his eyes, thinking: Now, now. She pleaded with her eyes for him to relive this silent torture of not touching him, her need to feel him was taking her over. Snape leaned into her, his lips less than one inch from hers as he looked at them. He then looked into her eyes, and she silently pleaded. Yes, yes.
He kissed her then, not too hard, but not too soft. The feel of his lips on hers made Hermione almost collapse. He had soft, beautiful lips that had a way of making her feel absolute perfection at that moment. She felt her eyes roll into her skull. She couldnt take it anymore. Hermiones hands and arms embraced his neck, his broad back, and touching his silky black hair. His hands not very steadily encircled her, pulling her closer to him, so her body was right up against his. The feel of his chest on hers made her breath stagger and her heart couldnt have been beating faster. Snape broke away from the kiss and just hugged her, for what seemes like the longest time. Neither wanted to let go, neither wanted to be without the feeling of their bodies being so close.
It was getting late, and Hermione had to do her homework. She had completely forgotten the fact that she was in 1973, and with her Potions professor. She was the one who broke the embrace, and she smiled so brightly. Snapes face stayed the same as it had been, expressionless except for his eyes. Hermione was about to speak, when Snape put his index finger up to her lips, silencing her. He simply nodded, and they started to walk back.
Youd better review, thats all Im going to say.
