This chapter has been changed a little, but only in the spelling of a few words.

Chapter 1: Obliviated Memory

"Remember that midterm reports are due in two weeks. Eight pieces of parchment, minimum."

Being an Auror had been a dream that Hermione shared with her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Though they may not be as passionate about this goal as Hermione was it was still one thing out of many that they had in common. It was also a great excuse to have classes together.

"Class dismissed," Snape sneered.

The students of Severus Snapes advanced potions class didn't need to be told twice. They quickly fled from the room to their second classes. Snape sat at his desk reading through a stack of papers that Hermione guessed were from the last test that they had taken. He was very intent on his work. "Professor?" Hermione said softly. Snape didn't even look up from his work or acknowledge Hermione's presence in any way. "Professor Snape?"

With an annoyed sigh he looked up. "What do you want Miss Granger?" He was definitely not pleased about being interrupted.

"I was wondering if I could do a potion that isn't on the list that you gave the class," When Snape didn't say anything she dug into her bag and got out an advanced potions book that she had found in the library. Hermione moved around the desk so that her professor could see what she was talking about.

As Hermione talked Snape could not concentrate on what she was saying as he could smell the conditioner she had used on her hair and it clouded his mind. He became intrigued by the shape of her eyes, the shape of her lips. He noticed how often she blinked her eyes and how she talked with her hands. He was fascinated at the size of her petite waist and the curves of her body. 'I should be listening to what she is saying,' Snape thought to himself. 'But how can I when my mind freezes out anything but her when she's near. Being her teacher for six years has been hard for me. My self control has been tested to it's limits. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I know that it's wrong… student teacher relations are forbidden! But she is also a woman… If only I could hold her in my arms just once…' Images flooded into his mind of Hermione close against him as they kissed passionately. 'No it could never happen.' But the images could not be shaken from his mind. The scenery changed to a classroom setting. In fact it was his potions classroom. Severus stood up and took Hermione in his arms and kissed her gently. He pulled her close and parted her lips with his tongue. He kissed her deeply and passionately like he did in all of his fantasy's. So many were like this one played with his mind from day to day.

But this one was different. The passion had always been the same between the two. Each would try and kiss more passionately, deeper than the other. This fantasy was very different from those that he normally had. Now that he was paying attention he could feel her tiny hands on his chest pushing him away. But he was much stronger than she was and so he hadn't felt it before. 'Bloody hell!' Snape released her and Hermione backed away with tears streaming down her face. 'This is real,' the older man thought. "Miss Granger, I-I can explain," he said more for himself than for her. For the first time in her years at Hogwarts Hermione heard something in his tone that wasn't anger or hatred. It was almost as if he was afraid. "Hermione, I'm sorry. I thought it was a daydream like all the others."

"Others?!" Hermione almost shouted. "Are you saying that you have… you have…" She couldn't even utter the words that she feared more than Voldemort himself at the moment. How could her teacher think of her in that way, or anyway remotely similar.

Snapes head fell to his chest in shame. It was yet another thing that Hermione had never witnessed. "Can we just forget everything that happened here today?" He asked in a whisper.

"Gladly," the brunet grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She was reaching for the door nob when she heard her name. She didn't dare turn around.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," Snape said softly. "Obliviate!"

A/N: Please read and review. I can't wait to hear what you think about it. And I have made it a policy that if you review my story you can be sure that I'll review yours. I like to spread the joy of being a writer. Happy reading.

Ps. Thank you for pointing out my error Dottor Cortese. I think that was my computers way of fixing the unidentified spelling.