The Crush – Part Five

A/N: You are really lucky. I am bored today and in a mood to write. So here already the 5th chapter and the third I wrote today. Hope you like and please as always you are very welcomed to review.

It took Professor Snape over two and a half hours to brew the correct antidote to Ms Granger's sleeping potion. He would swear later that it was because he had to get some ingredients from the nearby hospital wing but in reality it was because he found himself standing in the doorway to his bedroom a couple of times staring at the girl as she slept.

Finally he added the last ingredient, some simple lavender, and filled some of the potion into a vile carrying it to the sleeping girl. Again he hesitated kneeling next to her on the floor.

He called himself all kinds of fools but still he remained kneeling there and looked into her face now partly hidden from her curly hair. In sleep she looked relaxed and almost a bit like she was contently smiling. Her cheeks were flushed for some reason and she had turned in her sleep so she was facing him now instead of hugging the pillow like she had done before.

Tentatively he put his hand on her cheek and almost instantly pulled it back. Her skin was warm and so soft like you were touching the purest of silk. Her cheeks felt smooth and almost against his will he touched her again this time lingering there. His senses were in overload from this simple physical contact and he put the vile on his bedside table using his other hand to tangle in her hair.

The hair was soft and he brushed some of it off her face delighting in seeing her neck. It was creamy white and bowed down to a wonderful curved collarbone. Having completely forgotten the antidote Severus could only follow his heart since his mind had called an angry good-bye after he had completely ignored it. He bend down a bit and the faint scent of vanilla and orange drifted into his nostrils and as he closed his eyes his senses were over washed with the way she felt and smelled.

After what felt like an eternity he opened his eyes and could only wonder why he had never noticed how peaceful it looked when she breathed in and out and how sensual her chest moved up and down. Softly chuckling he cupped her cheek and bend towards her only one thought registering in his mind.

I want to taste her.

Without thought his lips carefully brushed against her soft cheek and again he lingered. Somewhere inside obviously his brain had decided to come back and was raging. But he hadn't finished this yet. Now that he had the chance he wanted to taste her completely. He wanted to know how it felt to kiss her. He knew he had no chance in real life but he would use this once in a lifetime chance the fates had blessed him with.

With the slightest of movements he moved to her lips and slowly as if not to wake her he lowered his mouth on hers. The jolt that went through him was pure bliss and he could even taste some peppermint in her mouth. It felt like all his senses were focusing on this little point were their lips met and he almost died of a heart attack when she slightly moved her lips in sync with his. If he hadn't been so distracted he might had realized when Hermione opened her eyes and the tiny movement in her body as she adjusted to his lips.

Severus knew that something wasn't the way it was supposed to be but then when she opened her lips granting him entrance to her mouth he quickly lost that thought. Following his character her took possession of the kiss and passionately moved his lips above hers caving inside her mouth with his tongue exploring each and every corner of it. All Hermione could do under this assault was to surrender to it and be swept away by a wave of passion and love. In this moment heaven was only a fraction away.

A splintering sound interrupted the complete absence of reason and the two pulled apart. In his haste to cover her body with his Severus had pulled down the vile and splashed the content on the floor.

Looking into his eyes Hermione saw a hundred things mixed together. The passion she had just felt, horror at what he had done but also barely concealed disgust.

"Out." His voice was quiet but it shock with rage.

For a moment Hermione considered simply pulling him back but a look into his now stormy eyes told her that this was indeed the easiest way to make him snap now.

What was I thinking. That he loved me, had feelings for me? He hates you and will always do so and this was just- lust.

Tears were again threatening to fall and without another word she scrambled of the bed and stormed out of the room.

For a whole minute he stared at the space where she had just laid on the bed beneath him and then he furiously took up the vile and smashed it against the wall.

Fear had been in her eyes. Of course what else. It probably scared her to death that you took advantage of her like this. If she had a fragment of a feeling for you now it is destroyed. You old foolish idiot.

And then before he felt the hot tears in his eyes he sprang up and left the dungeons as well storming through the corridors.

Damn her to hell! Damn her for making me feel! Damn her for turn my heart from stone to flesh and damn her for making me hurt like this!

[Hm… this is getting quite a bit more angsty than I had planned but I can only blame my muse. Had no idea that I was in such a dark mood today. ;) I just thought about something. Is there something like a rule on ff.net that you are not allowed to write sexual contact including minors? If so then of course they are not having sex but hell I would love to give them a happy. ]