Disclaimer: I do not own HP.. It would be nice if I did.
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Snape sat at the teacher's table dreading the moment the doors opened. Dumbledore told him that he intended to have the three remaining students join the teachers and he wasn't looking forward to that.
As the doors opened Snape's eyes betrayed his every feeling. Hermoine Granger had walked in flanked by Weasley And Potter. She looked stunning with her little dress hugging every curve of her slender and slick body, the material danced around like water and showed even more leg when she walked. On her feet she had open shoes with a more than average heel and she seemed to glide rather than walk. It took Snape all his effort to turn away and recover his mask. He had started to find her attractive in her sixth year and had kept an eye on her ever since, but never did he see through the uniform she wore, how perfectly shaped she was. As hard as he tried he could not keep his eyes away and settled instead for watching her from the corner of his eye unnoticed.
The unusual group of people stood and the teachers began to disperse. Hermoine allowed her eyes to follow Snape. She could not have looked at him through out breakfast, because that would mean turning her head in a totally different direction, but she had felt him next to her. She could still smell the sent of wild herbs that radiated from him and the aura that radiated from him. Harry turned to face Hermoine and followed her line of vision, being so immersed in her thoughts she didn't see his knowing smile. He placed a hand around her waist and this immediately snapped her back into reality as he knew it would. "You look positively sexy." The sound of his voice and the seductive tone would have driven any girl wild with lust, but Hermoine was different, she was a friend and that's why Harry made the exception of flirting with her. They walked out of the hall together. Harry holding Hermoine around the waist and Ron and Ginny dragging their feet behind. They past the portrait of the fat lady and entered Gryffindor tower, Ron and Ginny sat in their favorite chairs. Hermoine made a move to her chair but Harry's hand tightened around her, making her look up at him. His eyes were filled with concern and worry, Hermoine knew that he wanted to talk to her alone. "I think that I'm gonna go and get my books and do some work" it was the only excuse she could think of. "What work?" Ron looked utterly bemused at her statement. "I think I need to arrange a few things a well!" Harry fortunately learned that if he said anything to Ron with the appropriate tone he would be believed.
"Well then go ahead. Ron do you want to play Wizards chess?" Ginny knew that Harry and Hermoine wanted to talk. Over the years they had developed a rare and unusual relationship, they trusted each other with anything totally and there was always secrets just between the two of them that not even Ron or Ginny knew.
Harry took a firm hold on Heroine's hand and practically pulled her up the stairs. Ron had developed a new passion for Wizards chess (he was unbeatable in the school) and he was so immersed in his game that he didn't see Harry pulling Hermoine to the boy's dormitory.
Harry entered his room and pulled Hermoine in shutting the door behind her. The minute the door closed Hermoine fell into his arms and cried her heart out into his shirt. "Shhhh.it's okay." Harry whispered soothing words in her ear and moved slowly to the couch in the room. She was crying so much she didn't notice that she was seated. To Harry her behavior was no surprise, this had been happening ever since the sixth year, when Hermoine realized that she was becoming a woman and fell in love with Snape.
Harry remembered the first time it happened. They were alone in the common room as Ginny was doing homework and Ron was searching for food. Harry was teasing Hermoine about Snape since earlier in the day he noticed her looking at him. "Hermoine you could do better you know!" he looked across at her but she remained silent and didn't object as normal. "Maybe if you shorten your dress a bit and lower your neck line he'll see you, even better wear a scowl on your face and then you'll really be on the same level." He hadn't seen the tears that ran down her cheeks then but turned around immediately when he heard the sob that erupted from her. She was curled up ion the chair and crying into her eyes, Harry Knelt by her then and held her in his arms while she cried and told him everything.
Harry remembered how hurt she was then and knew how hurt she felt now, he looked down at her then and felt more than saw that she had stopped crying and sobbed instead still buried deep in his arms. Ever since that day things just seemed to connect between them, they were always there for each other and Harry was surprised at how sensitive and caring he could be, at how much he understood her. Hermoine looked up then. " Harry?" his hands were stroking her back gently and he brought up his left hand to wipe away the remaining trace of the tears she shed, he smiled then and didn't lose patients in the slightest bit when her tears broke free again.
They stayed like that for hours until finally Hermoine feel asleep in his arms and he carried her over to his bed and left her there to sleep her dreamless sleep. He would come back later when she would wake and need someone to talk to.
Snape entered his rooms in a foul temper. He just couldn't keep living like this, he just couldn't. He had felt her tonight closer than ever and had struggled to remain impassive, but tonight it was harder than any other time. " STAY OUT OF MY HEAD" he knew he was going mad shouting to no one in particular but he just couldn't keep it in. 'God' he thought, ' she was so beautiful, so delicate and graceful' in his dreams he saw them together, walking and holding hands as if without a care in the world. 'NO. She is innocent and has her whole life ahead of her. I swear I won't get involved' 'besides what woman on earth would want to love me.' He barked a laugh at this deduction, but when he turned and saw the reflection in the mirror......there was a whirl of black as Snape left his rooms, and the shards of broken glass went unnoticed on the bedroom floor.
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Snape sat at the teacher's table dreading the moment the doors opened. Dumbledore told him that he intended to have the three remaining students join the teachers and he wasn't looking forward to that.
As the doors opened Snape's eyes betrayed his every feeling. Hermoine Granger had walked in flanked by Weasley And Potter. She looked stunning with her little dress hugging every curve of her slender and slick body, the material danced around like water and showed even more leg when she walked. On her feet she had open shoes with a more than average heel and she seemed to glide rather than walk. It took Snape all his effort to turn away and recover his mask. He had started to find her attractive in her sixth year and had kept an eye on her ever since, but never did he see through the uniform she wore, how perfectly shaped she was. As hard as he tried he could not keep his eyes away and settled instead for watching her from the corner of his eye unnoticed.
The unusual group of people stood and the teachers began to disperse. Hermoine allowed her eyes to follow Snape. She could not have looked at him through out breakfast, because that would mean turning her head in a totally different direction, but she had felt him next to her. She could still smell the sent of wild herbs that radiated from him and the aura that radiated from him. Harry turned to face Hermoine and followed her line of vision, being so immersed in her thoughts she didn't see his knowing smile. He placed a hand around her waist and this immediately snapped her back into reality as he knew it would. "You look positively sexy." The sound of his voice and the seductive tone would have driven any girl wild with lust, but Hermoine was different, she was a friend and that's why Harry made the exception of flirting with her. They walked out of the hall together. Harry holding Hermoine around the waist and Ron and Ginny dragging their feet behind. They past the portrait of the fat lady and entered Gryffindor tower, Ron and Ginny sat in their favorite chairs. Hermoine made a move to her chair but Harry's hand tightened around her, making her look up at him. His eyes were filled with concern and worry, Hermoine knew that he wanted to talk to her alone. "I think that I'm gonna go and get my books and do some work" it was the only excuse she could think of. "What work?" Ron looked utterly bemused at her statement. "I think I need to arrange a few things a well!" Harry fortunately learned that if he said anything to Ron with the appropriate tone he would be believed.
"Well then go ahead. Ron do you want to play Wizards chess?" Ginny knew that Harry and Hermoine wanted to talk. Over the years they had developed a rare and unusual relationship, they trusted each other with anything totally and there was always secrets just between the two of them that not even Ron or Ginny knew.
Harry took a firm hold on Heroine's hand and practically pulled her up the stairs. Ron had developed a new passion for Wizards chess (he was unbeatable in the school) and he was so immersed in his game that he didn't see Harry pulling Hermoine to the boy's dormitory.
Harry entered his room and pulled Hermoine in shutting the door behind her. The minute the door closed Hermoine fell into his arms and cried her heart out into his shirt. "Shhhh.it's okay." Harry whispered soothing words in her ear and moved slowly to the couch in the room. She was crying so much she didn't notice that she was seated. To Harry her behavior was no surprise, this had been happening ever since the sixth year, when Hermoine realized that she was becoming a woman and fell in love with Snape.
Harry remembered the first time it happened. They were alone in the common room as Ginny was doing homework and Ron was searching for food. Harry was teasing Hermoine about Snape since earlier in the day he noticed her looking at him. "Hermoine you could do better you know!" he looked across at her but she remained silent and didn't object as normal. "Maybe if you shorten your dress a bit and lower your neck line he'll see you, even better wear a scowl on your face and then you'll really be on the same level." He hadn't seen the tears that ran down her cheeks then but turned around immediately when he heard the sob that erupted from her. She was curled up ion the chair and crying into her eyes, Harry Knelt by her then and held her in his arms while she cried and told him everything.
Harry remembered how hurt she was then and knew how hurt she felt now, he looked down at her then and felt more than saw that she had stopped crying and sobbed instead still buried deep in his arms. Ever since that day things just seemed to connect between them, they were always there for each other and Harry was surprised at how sensitive and caring he could be, at how much he understood her. Hermoine looked up then. " Harry?" his hands were stroking her back gently and he brought up his left hand to wipe away the remaining trace of the tears she shed, he smiled then and didn't lose patients in the slightest bit when her tears broke free again.
They stayed like that for hours until finally Hermoine feel asleep in his arms and he carried her over to his bed and left her there to sleep her dreamless sleep. He would come back later when she would wake and need someone to talk to.
Snape entered his rooms in a foul temper. He just couldn't keep living like this, he just couldn't. He had felt her tonight closer than ever and had struggled to remain impassive, but tonight it was harder than any other time. " STAY OUT OF MY HEAD" he knew he was going mad shouting to no one in particular but he just couldn't keep it in. 'God' he thought, ' she was so beautiful, so delicate and graceful' in his dreams he saw them together, walking and holding hands as if without a care in the world. 'NO. She is innocent and has her whole life ahead of her. I swear I won't get involved' 'besides what woman on earth would want to love me.' He barked a laugh at this deduction, but when he turned and saw the reflection in the mirror......there was a whirl of black as Snape left his rooms, and the shards of broken glass went unnoticed on the bedroom floor.