The next two nights passed without problems but the fourth night of detention had Hermione in a state of panic. She entered Snape's classroom to find it empty.

"Professor?" She looked around but he wasn't anywhere to be found. "Hmm. Wonder where he went? Oh well. Guess I'll just sit here." With a shrug, Hermione sat down in a chair and waited. When ten minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Snape, she got up. "Ugh!" Walking to the door, she peered out, wondering if he was on his way there. With a sigh, she stepped out into the corridor curiously. Walking down a ways, she came to a door. Reaching out, she tried the knob. "Hmm. Locked. Go figure."

Hermione started walking further into the corridor. She came upon another door. But this time it was unlocked. Opening the door, she walked in. Looking around, she sighed. It was so dark that she couldn't see a thing. Suddenly someone pushed her further into the room. She heard the door slam shut. 'What the hell?!' she thought as she stumbled to regain her balance. She spun around.

"Who's there?" She heard someone chuckle. Turning around in a circle she squinted her eyes, trying to see where they were. Just as soon as she was about to say something else, she was thrown into the wall in front of her. Pushing herself from the wall, she reached for her wand. But before she could pull it from beneath her robes, someone grabbed her arm pinning it to her side along with her other arm. Hermione tried to fight the person who held her there. But it was no use. He was too strong.

"Let me go!" Hermione pulled her arm free but the person grabbed it, bringing it back behind her at a painful angle. A silky voice whispered in her ear.

"If you stop fighting, it won't hurt as much." That voice, like her dream.

Hermione growled as she recognized the voice. "Let me go, Snape!"

Snape chuckled. "Why?" After holding her Snape had found himself unable to not want the feel again. His pulse was quick and she was there.

Hermione stared at the wall, wide eyed in the dark. "Because this isn't right!" Snape smiled running his lips over her neck. She tasted so good, he thought. Like honey and spices. Snape flicked his tongue over a small area on her neck. Hermione gasped as heat spread through her body at the sensation.

Snape chuckled as he nibbled on her ear lobe. "Really now? Then why do you want it so bad?" Snape smirked as he kissed her neck again, but then he thought about her mouth. That little mouth of hers. The thought sent a shiver through him. Letting her go for a brief moment he flipped her around. "Hm? Answer that Miss Granger."

Hermione went to say something but before she could he covered her mouth with his in a hard hot kiss. "mph..mrph!" Snape pressed closer to her, his body reacting violently as she thrashed against him, wanting to get free. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them above her head with one of his. His body against her made it impossible for her to get free. Snape thrust his tongue into her mouth, wanting a taste. After all the nights of dreaming and now having a woman so close he couldn't help himself. Yes, he thought. A woman. If she was not one then he was a fool. For every part of her seemed to say she was.

"Stop fighting. You know you want it." He ran his hand along the side of her body. As his hand traveled lower she spoke.

"I want nothing of the sort. Now let me go!" She had said the words so coldly that Snape stared at her in awe.

Snape leaned forward, his lips mere inches from hers. "Are you so sure?"

Though his hands felt good, along with his mouth, she couldn't risk anything. It wasn't right and both of them knew it. Even if her dreams had been making a desire brew within her, she didn't want it to go any further then that. With a growl she answered. "Yes." With a sigh, Snape let her go. Hermione raised her hand to slap him but Snape caught it in his hand firmly. Bringing it up to his lips he flipped her hand over exposing her wrist. Snape gently placed a kiss there, making Hermione gasp. Gently, he placed another kiss on her wrist.

Tugging on her arm, he pulled her against him in a somewhat softer gesture then before. "Hermione." He murmured her name, looking down at her, desire in his eyes. Hermione looked up into his eyes, lost. She had no idea of what to think or say at this point. For she had a desire of her own that had slowly been showing itself over the past few days as her dreams became more vivid.

Snape bent his head bring his mouth closer to hers. Hermione closed her eyes forgetting about what had happened before. She knew later she would dwell on it, but now all she wanted was for him to kiss her. Why she couldn't say. But something was compelling her to let him. At this, Snape smiled, taking her mouth in a soft but hungry kiss. She kissed back with the same fierce passion and need.

As their lips mingled in the soft but hungry gesture, nether of them realized just how close they were pressing to each other. Hermione had wound her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth closer to hers. Snape had pulled her against him with one hand on her waist, and the other he used to pull her mouth to his even more. A few moments later, Snape pulled back, staring at her. She looked heavenly, and he had the right mind to make her his. But reality was hard and even more so since he knew what would happen if he followed his dreams.

Letting her go, he sighed. He didn't want to say it but he had no choice. "Miss Granger. I suggest you leave for my sake as well as yours. I will not expect you in for detention the rest of the week or any days after." True, he wanted her. He wanted to do the things he dreamed about. But he couldn't. He knew that she only complied because of what he was sure was going on in her own dreams.

Hermione blinked as she realized he had moved away from her at the sudden loss of heat. "What?" She stared at him. She hadn't been expecting him to stop. But he had. This surprised her but then again she was grateful in a way, knowing full too well what could have happened had he not pulled away from her. But Snape wouldn't meet her eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of her now. It made him too wanting and too needy. His state of mind was slipping, and if she didn't leave soon he feared he would lose what was left of his control.

"Please leave." When he did meet her eyes, she was taken by surprise. They were cold like ice and he meant what he said. Hermione was a bit sad, but she understood. He didn't want to make the mistake of doing what both of them wanted. With a nod, she walked to the door, opening it. She didn't say anything as she left. She simply walked out, shutting the door behind her. Hermione walked back down the corridor for the stairs. When she got there, she had the desire to turn back around but she didn't.

Walking up the stairs, she headed for her dorm, ready for sleep.

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When Hermione appeared in the common room, Ron and Harry were waiting.

"Hey 'Mione. You are back early."

Hermione looked at him with a shrug. All she wanted was to sleep and get the images of Snape and the kiss out of her mind. "Yeah. Snape said I didn't have to finish detention."

Ron gasped with surprise. "What!? Has he gone soft or something?"

Hermione forced a fake laughed as she headed up to her dorm. "I guess. Well, I'm off to bed. See you guys in the morning."

Ron nodded as did Harry. "Yeah, see you tomorrow Hermione." Harry said as she climbed the stairs. Once the door closed he looked at Ron. "Did you see her lips?"

Ron nodded. "Yeah. I know. I wonder what happened?"

Harry shrugged getting up. Walking over to the chair beside Ron's, he sat down. "I have no idea. But it looked like she had been kissing someone, you know?" Harry sighed leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes he got comfortable. 'Kissing,' He thought. What an idea. Sure, he had kissed a girl once or twice since Cho, in his fifth year. But he had never fully felt a true kiss full of passion and desire. His mind was brought back to earth when Ron spoke.

"Hey, Harry. I'm going to bed." Ron got up, heading for the stairs.

Harry opened his eyes, getting up. "All right. I'll join you." Ron gaped at him. Harry laughed and started up the stairs. He hadn't meant it to be funny, but it seemed to come out that way.

But Ron ran up stepping in front of him. "I thought I was the one making the jokes. What's-?"

Harry grinned, pulling Ron to him. "Just shut up, Ron."

Ron blinked. "Harry?" Ron could see the desire in his eyes, for it matched his own. Ron leaned into Harry, who wrapped his arms around him.

"mm?" Harry closed his eyes, lost in the sweet moment of holding Ron.

Ron looked at his face. "Harry.." Harry opened his eyes at the sound of Ron's voice, which was barely a whisper. Leaning down, Harry placed a small, gently kiss on Ron's lips. Ron sighed, wrapping his arms around his neck. He wanted it to go on forever, though he knew it wouldn't. Even the smallest of kisses had him wanting everything imaginable.

Harry wrapped his arms tighter around Ron, pulling him closer. As the kiss progressed, neither realized that they were still standing in the middle of the stairwell. Lost in the moment, neither seemed to care, either. Ron pressed closer to Harry and groaned. Everything he wanted was happening. He would never have thought it would. He had always thought Harry straight as an arrow. Ron sighed against Harry's mouth.

Harry complied by sliding his tongue in the other boy's mouth, exploring. The friction that was brewing between them was making them hot. When Harry and Ron broke the kiss, they stared at each other for a few moments. Harry looked Ron up and down, unbelieving of what had just happened. He hadn't been expecting to kiss him, but he had and it sent chills through him. Ron saw Harry's gaze stop just below his waist. Ron know what he was looking at, and he turned crimson.

"umm..Harry. I'll..I'll see you in the morning.." Ron backed up the stairs. "G-good night." Without another word, Ron fled up the stairs into their dorm. Harry sighed as he watched him go. He knew he shouldn't have stared, but he couldn't help it. The thought of Ron nude had him fascinated. Harry groaned. He had to stop thinking about it. It was going to make it very hard to sleep. Pushing aside thoughts of Ron, he climb the stairs. Coming to the door he walked in quietly.

Ron was lying in his bed, pretending to be asleep. Harry could tell because he was snoring a bit to loudly. With a small chuckle, Harry crawled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.