Hermione had made it halfway through class without another encounter with Snape. But as time passed slowly, she couldn't help but steal glances at him, still wondering about the book. She kept her mind on Potions, though she still seemed to drift towards the book once in a while. Snape didn't seem to notice her at that point in time. Which was a good thing in her opinion. Looking down, she realized that she need more crushed spiders. With a sigh she got up, walking to the supply cabinet. Looking in it, she couldn't find the jar.

"Professor."

Snape's head snapped in her direction. Walking over, he glared at her. "What is it, Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked up at him. "The jar of Crushed Spiders is missing. Do you have anymore?"

Snape growled. Looking into the cabinet, he saw that the jar was missing. "No, obviously not. Here." He handed her a key. "Go into my office and get more from my special supplies. And *don't* take anything else."

Hermione nodded. "Thank you sir." Hermione walked into Snape's office, heading for his supply cabinet, knowing where it was at since she had gotten into it before. She smiled, remembering that she hadn't ever been caught by one of the most feared teachers in all the school. Unlocking the cabinet, she looked around. Placing the key in her pocket, she read the labels, looking for the jar. "Hmm. Crushed spiders..crushed spiders." Mumbling to herself, she moved a few jars. "Well, damn. Where are they?" With sigh, Hermione walked to the door leading into the class room. "Professor there aren't any in your cabinet either." Snape turned around, glaring at her, fury in his eyes. With a growl, he stalked over to her.

"What do you mean there aren't in there?" With another growl, he walked over to the cabinet. Looking through it, he realized that his cabinet didn't have any either. 'Strange,' he thought. He knew that they had been there the night before when he had been looking for lizard's tongue. Hermione waited, standing behind him. Snape turned around and almost ran her over. "Move," Snape spit out as he pushed passed her. Striding into the other room, he glared at the class. He cleared his throat and the class stopped what they were doing to look at him.

"It seems that there are some missing supplies, from the classroom cabinet and my own. If it is found that any of you did it, I will have you doing more detention than you ever thought possible. Or worse, you will be expelled. NOW GET BACK TO WORK!" Turning back around, he stalked into his office, slamming the door behind him. He'd completely forgot about Hermione. Sitting down in his chair stiffly, he closed his eyes. He held his head, thinking of where they could be. Suddenly his thoughts returned to Hermione. She was standing near the cabinet waiting for him to notice her. He knew she was. Hermione was about to say something when he opened his eyes, glaring at her.

"When I said get back to work that meant you too, Miss Granger." Snape had spoken the words so coldly it was like he had hit her with a steel hammer. She composed herself from the slight blow of unexpected coldness and spoke.

"Yes, sir." Hermione nodded at him, and left the room forgetting about the key in her pocket. Walking back to her seat she dug in her bag until she found her small jar of crushed spiders, that she had for her own uses. Pulling them out, she got back to work. When class was finally over, everyone rushed out, not wanting to be stuck behind with a pissed off Snape.

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Ron and Harry say playing chess in the common room as Hermione watched. Hey mind wasn't on the game though, it was on the book Snape had given her and her dreams. She all to clearly remembered the way she had felt when she had gotten near to him and it made her shudder to think that he could have that effect upon her. With a sigh, she looked out the window, lost in thought. Ron and Harry blinked at each other for a moment before Harry nudged her.

"Hermione? Are you all right?"

Hermione blinked, coming back down to earth. "Oh..yes I'm fine, just thinking."

Ron looked at her puzzled. "Are you sure? You've been acting strange since Potions class." Hermione jumped up from her seat, realizing that she still had Snape's key.

"The key..." She whispered. Hermione knew that she would have to put it in his office before he found that he was stuck out of his supply cabinet, if he hadn't already. Hermione headed for the portrait hole. She really didn't want to go to Snape's office but she knew she had to. He wouldn't be very happy about not having his key. Let alone his supplies.

"Hey, where you going 'Mione?" Ron looked up at her from his place on the floor with Harry. They had been playing chess for hours while Hermione watched, having already done her homework. Both boys had won several games and were now on their tenth game. How they kept on playing, she'd never know. She thought it totally barbaric. But with a shrug she spoke.

"To Snape's office."

Harry looked up at her, his mouth dropping open.

"What in blazes for?" Ron said as he gaped at her. Hermione laughed at the two boys' faces. She really didn't want to explain, but then again she didn't have much choice.

"I've got to take back his key before he realizes I still have it, if he hasn't already." Hermione smiled at them. Harry finally shut his mouth and said something.

"You know Ron, I think she likes him, don't you?"

Ron looked at him and smirked, catching onto what Harry was saying. "Yeah..I think she does too. With the way she was calling on him every minute of class." Both boys busted out laughing at the joke. But it seemed that Hermione didn't find it too funny.

Hermione glared at them and pulled out her wand. "Care to say that again?"

Both boys looked at her and shut up instantly, knowing all to well what she could do to them. Turning back around, she headed for the portrait hole again, pocketing her wand. Harry and Ron smirked and called out just as she went through it.

"Hermione's got a Boyfriend!" The both fell back onto the floor laughing as Ginny glared at them. They only laughed harder. Both sat back up after a while, breathing heavily from all the laughing.

Ron looked back down at the chess board and spoke. "So Harry, are you gonna make your move or what?" He know Ron was still thinking about Hermione and Snape and not really on the game. Harry knew that Hermione really didn't like Snape, she never really had. At least in his view. She didn't hate Snape like he and Ron did. But she didn't like him that much either, it seemed. Harry grinned as he looked back down at the board.

"Make my Move on What? You?" Harry laughed as Ron just stared at him in shock. Reaching out Harry moved his queen. He didn't believe that Ron was so shocked from the small joke, considering that he was the one usually making them.

"Check Mate." Ron looked down at the board and gasped. He hadn't even been paying attention to the last three moves. He couldn't believe it. He had lost again.

"HEY!!! No Fair!" Ron cried out as he glared at Harry slightly. Harry got up, laughing. He knew Ron wasn't that upset about it. But either way he was tired and didn't feel up to another game.

With a yawn, Harry spoke. "Come on Ron, its late. I'm beat. Let's get some sleep." Ron got up, a frown on his face.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, there's always tomorrow." Picking up the chess game, they headed up to their dorm. Harry did a jig all the way there while Ron watched from his place slightly behind him. Ron made a mental note that Harry had a really nice ass, not to mention he knew how to use it to tease people, even if he didn't mean to. When they got to the door, Ron spoke.

"You know Harry, you should be a belly dancer. I hear they get great tips. Not to mention you've got the ass for it." Ron laughed as Harry glared at him before he started laughing with him.

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Hermione sighed as she got closer to Snape's classroom and office. Her mind was on what Snape would say if he caught her. Or worse, what he would do to her. The last thing she needed was detention. With another sigh, she turned the corner. Hermione dreaded even walking into Snape's office, afraid he might still be awake and pissed. 'Ugh..get over it, Hermione,' she thought as she came to his classroom door. Peering into the gap between the door frame and door of his classroom. Easing it open, she looked deeper inside the room, seeing no sign of Snape. 'Thank goodness it is rather late,' she thought as she pushed the door open enough to walk in. Walking into the room, she noticed that his office door was open as well.

With a small smile, she stepped into his office. 'Strange,' she thought, figuring it would be closed and locked, not open and unlocked. But she shrugged it off and walked over to his supply cabinet. Looking in it, she saw all kinds of ingredients that she hadn't seen in it before. Quite interested, she read some of the labels to herself quietly.

"Blue Scorpion Tail, Egg Root, Dragon's tongue, Beetle brains." Hermione read a few more. "Liquid eyes, garlic seeds, white sand, strange."

A silky voice whispered in her ear. "Strange indeed."

Hermione almost screamed but Snape covered her mouth before she could. This time when he spoke it was more firm and teacher-like. Not so seductive. "I find it quite strange that you would be in my office at this late hour. What are you doing in here!?" Hermione was breathing heavily. "Well?" He removed his hand from her mouth. He looked royally pissed not to mention very tired.

"Pro..Pro...Professor, you scared the living daylights out of me." Hermione was trying to calm down. But the shock was still there. It showed with her every move and even when she spoke.

Snape growled. "You still haven't answered my question." He backed her up, his body almost touching hers. Using his greater height and size he knew he could intimidate her. Snape glared down at her and almost smiled. She was shaking slightly. He was sure she was afraid.

"I was just looking. I came to return your key. I was just going to put it on your desk, but your supplies looked interesting." Hermione tried to stop shaking, but something about him sent chills down her spine. And though he wasn't touching her, she could still feel the heat from his body and it was intoxicating.

"Really now?" Hermione nodded. Snape bent his head his mouth right beside her ear. His voice was silky again. "Is there anything else I can interest you in tonight Miss Granger?" Hermione shivered, as his breath was hot on her neck and ear, making heat spread through her body like fire. She shook her head. Her thoughts were beginning to fill with the events of the dreams she had been having and it wasn't helping her in the least.

"No, sir. I-I'll be going now." Hermione moved away from him, heading for the door. All she wanted to do was get away from him. She just had to take a few more steps and she would be gone from his sight.

"Not so fast." Hermione froze. "I believe you still have my key." Hermione reached into her pocket, pulling it out. She held it out to him. Snape walked to her, taking it from her. His hand barely touched hers but he felt a suddenly rush of heat and he had to force himself not to snatch the key away from her. "Now go back to your dorm before I give you detention for being out after curfew." Hermione nodded, fleeing from his office back to her dorm.

Snape watched her go. He was still slightly pissed but he let it pass. Walking over to his chair he sat down. His body ached with need for sleep as well, as something much more. It seemed to him that every day that passed he didn't get hardly any sleep due to his dreams. 'Ah those wonderful dreams,' he thought. He let himself go as his mind wondered for a while and then it settled on Hermione. Snape growled and got up. Pocketing the key, he headed for his room. He wanted sleep and he was going to get it tonight if it killed him.