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Hermione's P.O.V.
The bastard...All of it must have been a cruel joke of his. I knew it couldn't be real...why would he have an interest in me? I'm just a muggle- born, annoying, bushy haired 17-year-old! Well, I'll get over him eventually; right now all I need is a good, long book about something completely unrelated.
I continue muttering angrily as I search for a book
"The heartless bastard, despicable, that's what he is. I should have known he was rotten on the inside in addition to his callous outward actions...This looks interesting, no never mind, I've already read it.... damn him and his cold soul. I hope he remains unhappy the rest of his life...poor arse...I just wish I knew why he ignored me completely, he could have at least said he didn't really fancy me!"
Just then, I run into him as I continued to walk sideways along the endless bookshelves...
"Oh. It's you."
"I didn't think you would walk completely into me. I think you need glasses so you can see me and my cold soul coming."
Fine! I'm glad he heard...well, no, not really
"How much did you hear?"
"Plenty." Oh dear, I turn to run back to my dormitory to cry, as I feel like I'm about to cry, I might as well not do it here
He blocks me and I run into him again, but this time he grabs my arms, gently, but strongly
"Hermione, don't cry, I just didn't hear you when you, er asked the question."
"Well how the hell not!?"
"Shh! Don't talk so loudly here, come on," Then in a louder, but not too obtrusive voice he states to me, "We can go back and you can do the make up potion instead of blubbering about it here in the library." He gives me a slight push towards the hall and I walk
I can hear his robes swishing behind me as we walk swiftly to his class.
"Why you about to cry, Granger? Professor, sir, did she finally fail something?" Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy, would you please get out of the way. We need to get by." He drawls in his debasing tones to Malfoy
"Yes, sir." He steps aside and whispers a falsely sweet, "Mudblood"
I turn around to release my anger to him and hit him, but he had already began walking away and was out of reach. I can feel the tears beginning to slowly surge down my cheeks
Severus says something and the class door unlocks and I continue walking in and then as he follows behind me to his room... His chairs look too hard to curl up in so I head towards his bed and hug onto one of the crisp white pillows. My tears now coming down in nearly silent torrents as I try my best not to make odd gasping sounds as I weep.
To my utter surprise and almost disbelief he sits next to me and put his arms around and leans into me. I still continue to cry, but now just because I can't stop
"Hermione" He murmurs into my ear, "I'm sorry. I wasn't concentrating on what you were saying, just on the fact that you were in my room and I was thinking about you so intensely, I forgot to listen. I had just taken a potion for concentration, but that's not an excuse. I'm sorry, so I came to the library assuming you were there and I was trying to apologize there, without having anyone hear me, but I had to take you away to talk to you privately so that's why we must talk here from now on, unless it's strictly speaking of potions and lab work."
"H'okay." I say with a slightly hoarse sounding voice.
"Oh, and of course we can do something again, that is if you still want to."
My mood takes a swift up rise from there of course, and I lean away from the pillow and into his firm upper body. He pats down my hair that had been mussed more than normal from scrunching against the pillow.
He nuzzles my head slightly towards him
And he kisses me.
For a moment I am lost and I don't know what to do, then I press my lips gently back to meet his... after a few more seconds of being in a lip- lock, he and I pull slightly away and we stare into each others eyes.
His eyes are not just black, but a deep, deep black that I could get lost in. They remind me of something pure in its impurity... so intricate to explain, but so simple to understand... So soulful, but from someone I know is corrupted of soul and mind...
"Hermione...what are we doing?" He says without moving his lips, like he's savoring the kiss... soon random memories are flying though my mind, childhood games, birthdays, a Christmas, a transfiguration exam, Norbert, Viktor's owl sending me a break up note, me alone in the tower crying over Harry and Ron's foolishness Damn the occulemency!
I force my thoughts away from myself and accidentally see a glimpse of something from his life, but it just looked like him standing somewhere, looking miserable and apprehensive
"Why did you do that?" "I'm sorry. It just happened, I didn't mean to" "Please, don't do that ever again." "Well you started it, and I didn't even see much of you!" "I didn't mean to start it, and what did you see?" "I just saw you for a moment standing somewhere alone, looking sad."
He nods and makes to get up, and I pull him back causing him to fall back on his back to the bed. He doesn't move to get up, but stares up at the high stone ceiling above us. Suddenly a now unforgotten song pops into my head and I begin to softly chant it with a slight tune, since I can't sing very well "Deep inside your soul, there's a hole you don't wanna see, every single day what you say makes no sense to me, even though I try, I can't get my head around you..." "What was that?" "Some band, heard the song only a few times before, but I just...remembered it. I guess it came to me because you kept trying to see me, but I didn't learn much about you, and it doesn't make sense." He pulls himself up a little, like he's going to curl to me, but decided against it... I love his softer side so much more than the harsh, unfair professor I used to only know.
I lie back next to him and put one arm under my head and the other across my stomach towards his body. He turns his head and looks at me, but I'm not looking at him, I'm now staring at the ceiling. He looks up too, so I look at him. We switch again, then once more before he realizes I'm playing a game with him "You prat." He mutters
Swiftly, he pulls himself up and lays on me, but is still propping himself up with his other arm... I can feel his warm, shallow breaths fall across my face as I lay with my eyes lightly closed. I reach my arm that was under my head and I snake it across his waist and open my eyes to see if he is surprised or not. He is. His eyes are showing some emotion I've never quite seen before. He inclines himself towards me and kisses me again, but this time with more pressure against me...He's longing for something, something I'm not so sure I'll be able to give him quite yet. I shift under him a bit to the right and he lifts his body off of mine...but why?
"I'm afraid, Hermione, that we aren't ready for much more than kissing yet." "I know, who said anything about more?" "No one, but you shifted and it," A looks dawns upon him, he realized I didn't mean much more than just getting more comfortable underneath his weight, "Well, just don't move against me like that again for a while, dear, unless you want something to happen... agreed?" Aha ha ha haha, I giggle, not at him, but just because "I didn't realize I affected you like that, Sev." I grin "Hmm, well, yes so...did you call me 'Sev'?" "Er, yes?" He pleasantly laughs and tells me that I should probably get back to my own dormitory before it gets much later.
Hermione's P.O.V.
The bastard...All of it must have been a cruel joke of his. I knew it couldn't be real...why would he have an interest in me? I'm just a muggle- born, annoying, bushy haired 17-year-old! Well, I'll get over him eventually; right now all I need is a good, long book about something completely unrelated.
I continue muttering angrily as I search for a book
"The heartless bastard, despicable, that's what he is. I should have known he was rotten on the inside in addition to his callous outward actions...This looks interesting, no never mind, I've already read it.... damn him and his cold soul. I hope he remains unhappy the rest of his life...poor arse...I just wish I knew why he ignored me completely, he could have at least said he didn't really fancy me!"
Just then, I run into him as I continued to walk sideways along the endless bookshelves...
"Oh. It's you."
"I didn't think you would walk completely into me. I think you need glasses so you can see me and my cold soul coming."
Fine! I'm glad he heard...well, no, not really
"How much did you hear?"
"Plenty." Oh dear, I turn to run back to my dormitory to cry, as I feel like I'm about to cry, I might as well not do it here
He blocks me and I run into him again, but this time he grabs my arms, gently, but strongly
"Hermione, don't cry, I just didn't hear you when you, er asked the question."
"Well how the hell not!?"
"Shh! Don't talk so loudly here, come on," Then in a louder, but not too obtrusive voice he states to me, "We can go back and you can do the make up potion instead of blubbering about it here in the library." He gives me a slight push towards the hall and I walk
I can hear his robes swishing behind me as we walk swiftly to his class.
"Why you about to cry, Granger? Professor, sir, did she finally fail something?" Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy, would you please get out of the way. We need to get by." He drawls in his debasing tones to Malfoy
"Yes, sir." He steps aside and whispers a falsely sweet, "Mudblood"
I turn around to release my anger to him and hit him, but he had already began walking away and was out of reach. I can feel the tears beginning to slowly surge down my cheeks
Severus says something and the class door unlocks and I continue walking in and then as he follows behind me to his room... His chairs look too hard to curl up in so I head towards his bed and hug onto one of the crisp white pillows. My tears now coming down in nearly silent torrents as I try my best not to make odd gasping sounds as I weep.
To my utter surprise and almost disbelief he sits next to me and put his arms around and leans into me. I still continue to cry, but now just because I can't stop
"Hermione" He murmurs into my ear, "I'm sorry. I wasn't concentrating on what you were saying, just on the fact that you were in my room and I was thinking about you so intensely, I forgot to listen. I had just taken a potion for concentration, but that's not an excuse. I'm sorry, so I came to the library assuming you were there and I was trying to apologize there, without having anyone hear me, but I had to take you away to talk to you privately so that's why we must talk here from now on, unless it's strictly speaking of potions and lab work."
"H'okay." I say with a slightly hoarse sounding voice.
"Oh, and of course we can do something again, that is if you still want to."
My mood takes a swift up rise from there of course, and I lean away from the pillow and into his firm upper body. He pats down my hair that had been mussed more than normal from scrunching against the pillow.
He nuzzles my head slightly towards him
And he kisses me.
For a moment I am lost and I don't know what to do, then I press my lips gently back to meet his... after a few more seconds of being in a lip- lock, he and I pull slightly away and we stare into each others eyes.
His eyes are not just black, but a deep, deep black that I could get lost in. They remind me of something pure in its impurity... so intricate to explain, but so simple to understand... So soulful, but from someone I know is corrupted of soul and mind...
"Hermione...what are we doing?" He says without moving his lips, like he's savoring the kiss... soon random memories are flying though my mind, childhood games, birthdays, a Christmas, a transfiguration exam, Norbert, Viktor's owl sending me a break up note, me alone in the tower crying over Harry and Ron's foolishness Damn the occulemency!
I force my thoughts away from myself and accidentally see a glimpse of something from his life, but it just looked like him standing somewhere, looking miserable and apprehensive
"Why did you do that?" "I'm sorry. It just happened, I didn't mean to" "Please, don't do that ever again." "Well you started it, and I didn't even see much of you!" "I didn't mean to start it, and what did you see?" "I just saw you for a moment standing somewhere alone, looking sad."
He nods and makes to get up, and I pull him back causing him to fall back on his back to the bed. He doesn't move to get up, but stares up at the high stone ceiling above us. Suddenly a now unforgotten song pops into my head and I begin to softly chant it with a slight tune, since I can't sing very well "Deep inside your soul, there's a hole you don't wanna see, every single day what you say makes no sense to me, even though I try, I can't get my head around you..." "What was that?" "Some band, heard the song only a few times before, but I just...remembered it. I guess it came to me because you kept trying to see me, but I didn't learn much about you, and it doesn't make sense." He pulls himself up a little, like he's going to curl to me, but decided against it... I love his softer side so much more than the harsh, unfair professor I used to only know.
I lie back next to him and put one arm under my head and the other across my stomach towards his body. He turns his head and looks at me, but I'm not looking at him, I'm now staring at the ceiling. He looks up too, so I look at him. We switch again, then once more before he realizes I'm playing a game with him "You prat." He mutters
Swiftly, he pulls himself up and lays on me, but is still propping himself up with his other arm... I can feel his warm, shallow breaths fall across my face as I lay with my eyes lightly closed. I reach my arm that was under my head and I snake it across his waist and open my eyes to see if he is surprised or not. He is. His eyes are showing some emotion I've never quite seen before. He inclines himself towards me and kisses me again, but this time with more pressure against me...He's longing for something, something I'm not so sure I'll be able to give him quite yet. I shift under him a bit to the right and he lifts his body off of mine...but why?
"I'm afraid, Hermione, that we aren't ready for much more than kissing yet." "I know, who said anything about more?" "No one, but you shifted and it," A looks dawns upon him, he realized I didn't mean much more than just getting more comfortable underneath his weight, "Well, just don't move against me like that again for a while, dear, unless you want something to happen... agreed?" Aha ha ha haha, I giggle, not at him, but just because "I didn't realize I affected you like that, Sev." I grin "Hmm, well, yes so...did you call me 'Sev'?" "Er, yes?" He pleasantly laughs and tells me that I should probably get back to my own dormitory before it gets much later.