Snape and Hermione found a table at the back where Madam Pince wouldn't bother them. With Snape there, Hermione was sure she wouldn't say anything anyway. But still, it was better to be cautious around her. She wasn't exactly nice. Snape had found the book right away. He now sat across from Hermione, reading to himself. If he had wanted to read about the potion and not tell her anything then why had he brought her along? But as she watched him, she couldn't help but notice that he looked rather handsome. Hermione almost growled at the thought. She was thinking her Potions teacher was handsome. Pushing the thought away, she looked around.
Snape looked up, watching her look around at other books and things in the area they were in. He noticed that she seemed bored with just sitting there while he read. In truth he had hardly read anything. He had kept looking at her. With a small growl that she couldn't hear, he tore his eyes away from her and went back to the book. But his mind brought him back to the sight of her. Her eyes, her hair. her skin, her...Snape pushed everything from his mind expect for the task at hand. Going back to the book, he started skimming for any information that might be useful. And then he found it. He smirked and looked up at her.
"Here's something useful."
Hermione looked at him waiting. "What is it?" She noticed a different light in his eyes as he looked at her for a few moments. But then it was gone. I wonder...she thought. With a small mental shake, she waited.
Snape stopped staring at her and looked down at the book, reading. "It says. The Double Draft of Dreams can be used to harm or help two people. It takes a short time to make, considering that it is such a powerful potion. It can only be stopped two ways. One, if the desire of the two people is fulfilled. Or two, if the potion is no longer given to the two people before a full year passes. It also says that the potion must be give once a month on the first day of that month before midnight or the effects will begin to wear off. If the potion is not taken one the first day of the month, it can be retaken the following night, right at the stroke of midnight."
Snape licked his lips. Hermione noticed this and it sent a shiver down her spin. She remembered the man in her dream. She had seen him do this as he had look at...She stopped thinking. She didn't want to remember the way he had stared at her hungrily or the way he made her body feel. Hermione came out of her thoughts, waiting for Snape to continue. He seemed to be skimming for more information. Just as she was about to ask if he had found anything else, he spoke.
"Another thing. It says that the potion can only be taken once a month or it will cancel out its own effects. But the potion has to be from the same pot. Having it from two different ones, wont work. Odd..very odd. Hmm..." Snape skimmed more looking for more information. A thought troubled him. If they didn't find out who was doing this or didn't find a way to stop the dreams before they got to far, things could be bad. He already knew that Hermione was fighting the dreams. That she was trying to make them stay where they were. He had not been but the dreams only seemed to be progressing slowly of late. Something which he was somewhat glad for. But then again he wanted to get the dream over with.
Snape groaned as he read another passage. "Great," he mumbled glancing up at her. Hermione blinked.
"What is it?"
Snape started reading again. "It says that completing the dream will not end it. And that the dreams can only be stopped by not taking the potion before a year has passed or by fulfilling the desired act physically. I'm sure you realize what that means?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes. That if we don't find who is giving us the potion and stop taking it before the end of the year that we'll. Well, we will have to fulfill our desires."
Snape nodded. "Which means we are going to have to finish the dream if we are to find out what they are."
Hermione shook her head. "No way! I'm not giving in that easily." Snape growled, ignoring her protest. Looking down at the book, he caught a few words of the passage. He read them over in his mind. 'If what is desired is not fulfilled by the time the of the year's end or the potion is still being taken, then forever will the two people be plagued by the dreams of what they want, what they desire. And until what is desired is acted upon, they will continue dreaming.' Snape groaned loudly this time, slamming the book shut. He knew he would find nothing more than that within in it. Except for the ingredients and directions.
Hermione looked at him."What is it? What did it say?"
Snape didn't look at her. But when he did she saw the fury in his eyes. "It says that if the desired act is not completed within a year or if the potion is till being taken then the two people with continue to dream about what they desire. And until they do what they desire, the dreams will not stop."
Hermione sighed. "So I'm guessing that the potion can only be taken for a year?"
Snape shook his head. "Yes, and no. If the desire is not acted upon by the end of one full year of the potion being taken then it cannot be taken anymore because the effects will last until the desire is fulfilled. If it is fulfilled before the end of the year and another desire comes to mind, it can be taken again, I am sure." Hermione sighed, her thoughts raging. She hadn't even wanted to think about what she desired or about the fact that she didn't want the dream to go on like it was. And then a thought hit her. She spoke in a somewhat harsher tone.
"I'm still going to fight it, Professor."
Snape blinked and nodded. A few moments later he stood. Hermione followed suit. After he put the book up they left. Snape's thoughts were clouded with images from his dream. He couldn't block them out now. He wanted more then anything for it to end so that he could know what it was he truly desired. When they returned to the classroom, Snape found it just as it had been. Hermione went to her seat and started putting her things away. Just as Snape was freezing, the last cauldron the bell rang. Hermione got up, leaving the room, lost in thought. Snape didn't say anything to her, he just let her go, his own thoughts occupying him.
The rest of the day passed as quickly as either one of them would let it. Dinner was uneventful. And both seemed glad to be going to bed. Both having had a long day. Hermione went to bed early. Snape, on the other hand, had not. He had sat in his room thinking for a while before finally going to bed. His sleep was restless, but nonetheless, he still dreamed. And boy what a dream did he dream.
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Snape threw the girl against the wall, pinning her there. As he did she gasped. He smirked and whispered in her ear silkily. He knew she was afraid, he could see it in her eyes. Those wonderful chocolate brown eyes.
"Now..dont fight little one." He purred the words in her ear and felt her shiver as he did. "You know you want this." As he spoke, he pressed himself closer to her, needing to feel her body against his. Heat spread through him at the slight touching of their bodies, making him want more of her. The girl shook her head, wanting it to stop.
"No!" She thrashed against him, wanting to get free. "Leave me alone!" He chuckled and whispered in her ear again.
"No, you know I won't." Smiling, he watched her with cold eyes as she squirmed. He spoke again. "Come now, you know you want it." The girl shook her head, jerking away from him. He pulled her back roughly. She thrashed more against him, wanting to be free even more. Paying no mind to her thrashing, he pinned her hands above her head. Holding them with one hand, he skimmed over her body slightly with his free hand.
He looked into her eyes. There was a small bit of need, he noticed. One he was causing to come. This made him smile. A smile she couldn't see in the dimly lit room. Leaning forward, he placed a small kiss just below her ear. He place another lower.
She whimpered. "Please stop!" He didn't. He wanted her to feel the ache and desire he had felt for so long. His body ached with a need that seemed as deep as the bone. He sighed against her neck. Flicking his tongue over her soft flesh, he heard her make a small noise in her throat. He knew that what he was doing was effecting her. He couldn't help but want to taste more of her. She tasted so good. But suddenly, she jerked free. She brought her knee up hard against his groin. Gasping he hit his....
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Snape sat up. He held his head. He knew tonight the dream was different. But how? Why? With a sigh he lay back against the pillows. Something had changed. Something had changed their desires. He knew this wasn't good. Hermione must have found something else to desire now. And if it was all that painful he knew that his dreams would cause him more pain then the Dark Mark ever had. Snape closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't have the dream again. As he fell into a deep sleep, his last thoughts were of what he was going to do about the dream.
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The next morning when Hermione woke up, she felt refreshed. She hadn't slept so good in a long time, it seemed. Getting up, she got dressed and headed for the common room. When she entered it, she saw Ron sitting in a chair by the fireplace, staring into it.
"Hey, Ron. What's up?"
Ron looked up at her. "Well. I um. Well. Harry and I haven't been talking for a couple days now and I feel bad about it because. Well, I just do I guess."
Hermione frowned. "Ron, what happened?" She had not seen Ron look this upset in a long while. It worried her. Not to mention Harry had been looking the same way.
Ron shrugged a bit with a small sigh. "Well, I just got very embarrassed about umm..." He stopped to think for a moment and then in a small, soft voice he answered, "The kiss Harry gave me." Hermione blinked, and then blushed crimson. The color of her cheeks quickly died away, and she kneeled by the chair.
"Why don't you talk to him about it, Ron? Harry's really miserable without you talking to him and spending time with him." It was true. Harry had told her so on several occasions.
Ron looked at her. His thoughts raged as he looked at her. Is she serious? I feel so stupid for running away, he thought. And she, she isn't even worried about us kissing. Strange. "You..you aren't freaked out that we kissed or anything?"
Hermione giggled. "No. Harry told me a while back that he had been looking at guys more then girls. After a little while, he realized he was gay. So I'm not too surprised about him kissing you." Hermione remembered the day Harry had told her. She had been surprised. It was true. But she had quickly gotten over it and had been happy that he had made up his mind. And she couldn't help but giggle when he stared at another guy for a while or stole quick glances at Ron. Ron, she thought. Harry had always been attracted to Ron. Was he finally showing his feelings towards him?
Ron turned crimson. "But 'Mione. I, um... I kissed him back. Aren't you surprised about that?"
Hermione didn't say anything at first and Ron knew she was surprised. Well, now that you say something, I am, she thought. With a smile, she answered. "Well, now that you say you did, yes. But it doesn't matter, Ron. What matters is that you make up with Harry." She touched his arm. "And even if you are gay like Harry, it doesn't bother me. So don't worry about me. You need to worry about making up with Harry, okay?" Ron couldn't believe this. Hermione, his Hermione, who all this time he thought he liked more then just a friend, admitted that she didn't mind him being gay. Jumping up, he spoke.
"I'll see you later, Hermione!" Ron took off through the portrait hole without a second glance back. Hermione could only giggle at the thought. Ron and Harry. What a couple they would make. Getting up, she walked to the portrait hole, heading for breakfast.
Snape looked up, watching her look around at other books and things in the area they were in. He noticed that she seemed bored with just sitting there while he read. In truth he had hardly read anything. He had kept looking at her. With a small growl that she couldn't hear, he tore his eyes away from her and went back to the book. But his mind brought him back to the sight of her. Her eyes, her hair. her skin, her...Snape pushed everything from his mind expect for the task at hand. Going back to the book, he started skimming for any information that might be useful. And then he found it. He smirked and looked up at her.
"Here's something useful."
Hermione looked at him waiting. "What is it?" She noticed a different light in his eyes as he looked at her for a few moments. But then it was gone. I wonder...she thought. With a small mental shake, she waited.
Snape stopped staring at her and looked down at the book, reading. "It says. The Double Draft of Dreams can be used to harm or help two people. It takes a short time to make, considering that it is such a powerful potion. It can only be stopped two ways. One, if the desire of the two people is fulfilled. Or two, if the potion is no longer given to the two people before a full year passes. It also says that the potion must be give once a month on the first day of that month before midnight or the effects will begin to wear off. If the potion is not taken one the first day of the month, it can be retaken the following night, right at the stroke of midnight."
Snape licked his lips. Hermione noticed this and it sent a shiver down her spin. She remembered the man in her dream. She had seen him do this as he had look at...She stopped thinking. She didn't want to remember the way he had stared at her hungrily or the way he made her body feel. Hermione came out of her thoughts, waiting for Snape to continue. He seemed to be skimming for more information. Just as she was about to ask if he had found anything else, he spoke.
"Another thing. It says that the potion can only be taken once a month or it will cancel out its own effects. But the potion has to be from the same pot. Having it from two different ones, wont work. Odd..very odd. Hmm..." Snape skimmed more looking for more information. A thought troubled him. If they didn't find out who was doing this or didn't find a way to stop the dreams before they got to far, things could be bad. He already knew that Hermione was fighting the dreams. That she was trying to make them stay where they were. He had not been but the dreams only seemed to be progressing slowly of late. Something which he was somewhat glad for. But then again he wanted to get the dream over with.
Snape groaned as he read another passage. "Great," he mumbled glancing up at her. Hermione blinked.
"What is it?"
Snape started reading again. "It says that completing the dream will not end it. And that the dreams can only be stopped by not taking the potion before a year has passed or by fulfilling the desired act physically. I'm sure you realize what that means?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes. That if we don't find who is giving us the potion and stop taking it before the end of the year that we'll. Well, we will have to fulfill our desires."
Snape nodded. "Which means we are going to have to finish the dream if we are to find out what they are."
Hermione shook her head. "No way! I'm not giving in that easily." Snape growled, ignoring her protest. Looking down at the book, he caught a few words of the passage. He read them over in his mind. 'If what is desired is not fulfilled by the time the of the year's end or the potion is still being taken, then forever will the two people be plagued by the dreams of what they want, what they desire. And until what is desired is acted upon, they will continue dreaming.' Snape groaned loudly this time, slamming the book shut. He knew he would find nothing more than that within in it. Except for the ingredients and directions.
Hermione looked at him."What is it? What did it say?"
Snape didn't look at her. But when he did she saw the fury in his eyes. "It says that if the desired act is not completed within a year or if the potion is till being taken then the two people with continue to dream about what they desire. And until they do what they desire, the dreams will not stop."
Hermione sighed. "So I'm guessing that the potion can only be taken for a year?"
Snape shook his head. "Yes, and no. If the desire is not acted upon by the end of one full year of the potion being taken then it cannot be taken anymore because the effects will last until the desire is fulfilled. If it is fulfilled before the end of the year and another desire comes to mind, it can be taken again, I am sure." Hermione sighed, her thoughts raging. She hadn't even wanted to think about what she desired or about the fact that she didn't want the dream to go on like it was. And then a thought hit her. She spoke in a somewhat harsher tone.
"I'm still going to fight it, Professor."
Snape blinked and nodded. A few moments later he stood. Hermione followed suit. After he put the book up they left. Snape's thoughts were clouded with images from his dream. He couldn't block them out now. He wanted more then anything for it to end so that he could know what it was he truly desired. When they returned to the classroom, Snape found it just as it had been. Hermione went to her seat and started putting her things away. Just as Snape was freezing, the last cauldron the bell rang. Hermione got up, leaving the room, lost in thought. Snape didn't say anything to her, he just let her go, his own thoughts occupying him.
The rest of the day passed as quickly as either one of them would let it. Dinner was uneventful. And both seemed glad to be going to bed. Both having had a long day. Hermione went to bed early. Snape, on the other hand, had not. He had sat in his room thinking for a while before finally going to bed. His sleep was restless, but nonetheless, he still dreamed. And boy what a dream did he dream.
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Snape threw the girl against the wall, pinning her there. As he did she gasped. He smirked and whispered in her ear silkily. He knew she was afraid, he could see it in her eyes. Those wonderful chocolate brown eyes.
"Now..dont fight little one." He purred the words in her ear and felt her shiver as he did. "You know you want this." As he spoke, he pressed himself closer to her, needing to feel her body against his. Heat spread through him at the slight touching of their bodies, making him want more of her. The girl shook her head, wanting it to stop.
"No!" She thrashed against him, wanting to get free. "Leave me alone!" He chuckled and whispered in her ear again.
"No, you know I won't." Smiling, he watched her with cold eyes as she squirmed. He spoke again. "Come now, you know you want it." The girl shook her head, jerking away from him. He pulled her back roughly. She thrashed more against him, wanting to be free even more. Paying no mind to her thrashing, he pinned her hands above her head. Holding them with one hand, he skimmed over her body slightly with his free hand.
He looked into her eyes. There was a small bit of need, he noticed. One he was causing to come. This made him smile. A smile she couldn't see in the dimly lit room. Leaning forward, he placed a small kiss just below her ear. He place another lower.
She whimpered. "Please stop!" He didn't. He wanted her to feel the ache and desire he had felt for so long. His body ached with a need that seemed as deep as the bone. He sighed against her neck. Flicking his tongue over her soft flesh, he heard her make a small noise in her throat. He knew that what he was doing was effecting her. He couldn't help but want to taste more of her. She tasted so good. But suddenly, she jerked free. She brought her knee up hard against his groin. Gasping he hit his....
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Snape sat up. He held his head. He knew tonight the dream was different. But how? Why? With a sigh he lay back against the pillows. Something had changed. Something had changed their desires. He knew this wasn't good. Hermione must have found something else to desire now. And if it was all that painful he knew that his dreams would cause him more pain then the Dark Mark ever had. Snape closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't have the dream again. As he fell into a deep sleep, his last thoughts were of what he was going to do about the dream.
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The next morning when Hermione woke up, she felt refreshed. She hadn't slept so good in a long time, it seemed. Getting up, she got dressed and headed for the common room. When she entered it, she saw Ron sitting in a chair by the fireplace, staring into it.
"Hey, Ron. What's up?"
Ron looked up at her. "Well. I um. Well. Harry and I haven't been talking for a couple days now and I feel bad about it because. Well, I just do I guess."
Hermione frowned. "Ron, what happened?" She had not seen Ron look this upset in a long while. It worried her. Not to mention Harry had been looking the same way.
Ron shrugged a bit with a small sigh. "Well, I just got very embarrassed about umm..." He stopped to think for a moment and then in a small, soft voice he answered, "The kiss Harry gave me." Hermione blinked, and then blushed crimson. The color of her cheeks quickly died away, and she kneeled by the chair.
"Why don't you talk to him about it, Ron? Harry's really miserable without you talking to him and spending time with him." It was true. Harry had told her so on several occasions.
Ron looked at her. His thoughts raged as he looked at her. Is she serious? I feel so stupid for running away, he thought. And she, she isn't even worried about us kissing. Strange. "You..you aren't freaked out that we kissed or anything?"
Hermione giggled. "No. Harry told me a while back that he had been looking at guys more then girls. After a little while, he realized he was gay. So I'm not too surprised about him kissing you." Hermione remembered the day Harry had told her. She had been surprised. It was true. But she had quickly gotten over it and had been happy that he had made up his mind. And she couldn't help but giggle when he stared at another guy for a while or stole quick glances at Ron. Ron, she thought. Harry had always been attracted to Ron. Was he finally showing his feelings towards him?
Ron turned crimson. "But 'Mione. I, um... I kissed him back. Aren't you surprised about that?"
Hermione didn't say anything at first and Ron knew she was surprised. Well, now that you say something, I am, she thought. With a smile, she answered. "Well, now that you say you did, yes. But it doesn't matter, Ron. What matters is that you make up with Harry." She touched his arm. "And even if you are gay like Harry, it doesn't bother me. So don't worry about me. You need to worry about making up with Harry, okay?" Ron couldn't believe this. Hermione, his Hermione, who all this time he thought he liked more then just a friend, admitted that she didn't mind him being gay. Jumping up, he spoke.
"I'll see you later, Hermione!" Ron took off through the portrait hole without a second glance back. Hermione could only giggle at the thought. Ron and Harry. What a couple they would make. Getting up, she walked to the portrait hole, heading for breakfast.
