Story Title: Obsession
Chapter Title: Breathe (1/3)
Author: DMitchell1985
Beta: Peggy
Story Rating/Chapter Rating: PG-13 - that's about as high as it looks like it will get/PG - slight mention of moans and bare skin
Story Genre: Alternate Universe, First-person (is that a genre?), Romance (?), Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so forth and so on.
Archiving/Feedback: Both are appreciated. I must know where the story is headed, and feedback should be construct in same fashion.
Warnings: The little tidbit about the moans
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Severus Snape/Catherine Sullivan
Website: http: groups . yahoo . com / group / isurvivedacelebrityobsession (sans the spaces and add the two forward spaces (/) after the the http: bit)
Email: betagirl23 at yahoo dot com
Author's Notes: This is the continuation of the vignette called, "Shadow". This short, chaptered story further explores my Hermione's crush on Professor Snape. A few questions such as what happens and whether she gets him will be answered here. Also, I made Hermione a Ravenclaw. I love that House the best, (colors, intelligence, pick one) so, I decided to make her a Ravenclaw in this story. This story was posted before, but the original account had trouble, and I had to repost. I hope that you enjoy the story anyway.

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I can't breathe. He's just passed me again. He's stopped and brought his hand down on the table in front of me with enough force to shake the heavy wooden table, and effectively slosh a portion of the contents of every cauldron onto the table. I hear him shout my name to gain my attention. My eyes focus, but I draw back into myself. He cannot see the thoughts that lie there. The bare skin, sweat, and groans. He cannot.

I slowly raise my gaze to meet his, "Yes, Professor?"

"I would hope that a potion which demands specific ingredients to be added at the precise moment would garner more than distant apathy from you. It seems that I am incorrect in this assumption. Perhaps, you wish to inform everyone as to what could possibly capture your enthrallment where today's lesson has obviously failed?"

I clear my throat and attempt to sound unnerved, "No, thank you, Professor. I have already added the necessary items, and was simply waiting the last five minutes required until I added the last one needed in order to complete the potion."

"Ah. So, is this why I watched your cauldron nearly bubble over ten minutes ago? If you had bothered to even look at your project, you would have noticed this too."

The class chuckled and exchanged glances at the unlikely amateur error made by one of the known brilliant minds of Hogwarts.

"You will learn to control your mind's future wanderings," he continued, as though he hadn't heard the snickering, "Twenty-five points from Ravenclaw. And you, you will see me in my office at 7 P.M. for detention."

I almost open my mouth to protest, but think better of it, and chock back the whined reply which ached to be voiced. He does not like whiners. "Yes sir, Professor," I answer aloud, calmly. "I will be there," I think to myself deviously, "I will be there indeed."

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TBC