Hermione sighed as she walked into Double Potions. She wasn't looking forward to a whole two hours with Snape. Least of all now, after what had happened during detention. The kiss. It was unbelievable. She hadn't wanted it to stop, she hadn't wanted Snape to stop. No, not Snape, just the man he was. Her dreams were starting to take over her and it wasn't good. Sitting down at the back of the class, she smiled. Ron and Harry had just walked in. Waving to them, she got up but stopped in her tracks, realizing that they had just sat at different tables. 'Weird,' she thought. Walking over to Harry, she smiled.

"Why aren't you and Ron working together?"

Harry looked up at her. "We just-well, I guess I upset Ron last night and he hasn't spoken to me all day." Harry looked miserable about it all, not liking the fact that Ron was mad at him, if he was.

Hermione blinked. "I see. Well, did you try talking to him?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. He just looks away from me each time I try." This made Harry sigh.

Hermione sighed as well but tried to comfort him as best she could. "I'm sure he'll get over it, Harry." She smiled.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I hope so."

Hermione touched his shoulder. "I'm sure he will. I'll see you after class." Snape had just swept into the class room a smirk upon his face. "Today we will be making the-" Snape stopped talking, his eyes on Hermione. She was standing near Harry. Looking up, she met his eyes for a brief moment before looking away. He watched her walk to her seat and sit down. Once she was seated he continued. "Polyjuice Potion." He had kept his eyes on Hermione as if knowing something. His staring didn't go unnoticed and some people started mumbling to their neighbors. Snape growled, glaring at the class.

"Can anyone tell me what the Polyjuice Potion does? And how long it takes to be made?" Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

Putting her hand down she spoke. "The Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to turn themselves into someone else for an hour. It only works for human transformations and it takes a month to make."

Snape nodded. "Good. Now, here are your beginning directions." Snape tapped his wand on the black board. As he did, the directions appeared. "At the end of the class period, I will freeze your cauldrons with a time stopping charm to hold them over till tomorrow. Begin."

The class got started making the potion. Soon enough, two hours had passed. Snape stalked around the class room, freezing the potions in time until tomorrow. Coming to Hermione, he sneered. Though he was not in the best of moods and did not want to speak to her, he decided to have a little fun. To remind her of what she had done to get detention. And to remind her of what had happened in detention. Though he was sure she remembered. He, himself, hadn't been able to forget the kiss that they had shared and the way she had pressed herself against him. "Perhaps I should see if you can perform the time stopping charm?" Hermione blinked up at him as the rest of the students left.

"Professor. This isn't Charms." Hermione shut her mouth instantly. She realized all too well what he was doing; but not only that, she had just smarted off. "I-I'm sorry, Professor. I only meant-" Snape smirked, performing the charm on her cauldron. "I know perfectly well what you meant. Come by my office after dinner. We need to have a talk." He turned, leaving her alone in the empty class room.

Hermione sighed, getting up. 'Damn him,' she thought as she packed up her things. She wasn't looking forward to talking with him. And she knew it could end up bad. Picking up her bag, she left the room for the Great Hall. She was quite hungry and couldn't wait for dinner to start.

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Hermione stood outside Snape's office for at least five minutes before knocking. She was answered by a cold, icy voice. One she knew too well.

"Come in."

She entered. shutting the door behind her. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"

Snape nodded. "Have a seat." Hermione blinked at the order but nodded, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk. Snape didn't speak, he only watched her. He took in the sight of her again. Like he had in the darkened dungeon room. She looked breathtaking. And as this thought crossed his mind, he pushed it aside. He didn't want another ordeal like last night to happen again. It was too tempting.

Hermione spoke. "Sir, If this is about what I said in class, I didn't mean it. I just did it out of reflex, I guess."

Snape nodded. "Well, that isn't why I asked you to come. You told me before that you had been looking for a book about potions or spells that would allow someone to control people's dreams. May I ask why?" After what had happened, he had to know the truth. It was driving him crazy. His dreams seemed to be getting worse. And yet they also seemed to be getting so much better, he thought. Closer to what he wanted.

Hermione didn't answer him right away. But when she did, he didn't seem surprised in the least. "Because I believe that someone has been controlling my dreams lately. And they've been getting worse." She hadn't wanted to answer him, since it was her business. But she didn't have much of a choice. He was a teacher after all. And he had given her the book.

Snape thought for a moment, wanting to know what it was she had been dreaming of. "And might I ask what it is that you dreamed of?" Hermione didn't answer. She didn't even look at him. "Miss Granger?" She couldn't believe him. He was prying into her business. Telling him what she had wanted with the book should have been enough. Wanting to know what she had dreamed was just being nosy.

Hermione looked at him. "They were," She swallowed. "Of someone, a man I presume, pinning me to wall. Telling me that I want what he is offering."

Snape seemed a bit lost in his own mind. His dreams were very much like hers. So similar that he could swear that they were dreaming the same dream, just from different ends. "Is there anything else?"

Hermione nodded. "He presses against me. But there's nothing after that, except for his coaxing and touching." Snape nodded. He had to lie. He had to make it seem like it wasn't someone controlling their dreams. But he knew it was. It was the only answer. But he lied anyway, wanting to put her at ease. He didn't want her to end up doing something she would regret. So he pushed the thoughts of his dreams away for a moment.

"In my opinion, Miss Granger, it is probably only your hormones. I see no reason why anyone would want to control your dreams." Hermione nodded. But Snape wasn't watching her now. He was looking into the fire. Her confession about the book and her dreams had made him think back to his own again. It was something he hadn't done in so long it only seemed like a dream to him. But it was happening in his dreams as if it were the first time again.

"Professor?" Snape jumped slightly at her voice, not realizing that she was still there.

He looked at her. "Yes?"

"May I ask you a question?" Hermione was lost. He seemed to care. But then again, he seemed to not care as well. What was going on? Why was he acting strange? What was he hiding?

Snape nodded. "Yes."

Hermione nodded. "Why did you do what you did last night?"

Snape crossed his arms. He wasn't about to give her that answer. There was no way he was going to tell her that their dreams were the same and that he had done it to fulfill that dream. "That is my business."

Hermione snorted. "Its mine as well since you kissed me. Not to mention tempted me. And I would like to know why." There was a slight bit of anger in her voice and he easily detected it. He found her rather cute when she was upset like this.

Snape glared at her. "Watch what you say. I don't think you want to find yourself in another night's detention. You might regret it." Snape hadn't realized what he had said until it was to late. Hermione gasped, standing up. Without a word, she picked up her things, fleeing from the room. He had said the words out of anger and need. He had dared her to say something else like it just so he could have a reason to bring her back down into the dungeons. To tempt her again. He sighed. He hadn't even meant to say it, or had he?