Chapter Two: Deep Dark Pools
Hermione sat with a worried frown creasing her brow, Snape had obviously been prejudice against Gryffindor, but detention? That was taking it to far, she contemplated going to Professor McGonagall about it all but swiftly dismissed the idea, she had after all questioned her teacher's judgement, something she knew Snape didn't like.
Her thoughts turned away from her forthcoming detention to the man who would be taking up her free time. They had an obvious mutual dislike for each other, he hated all Gryffindors and they hated him, she shuddered as she pondered on his raven black hair and dark sinister eyes, his whole exterior added up to a rather threatening package. 'Yes, just his exterior' thought Hermione, 'I wonder what the interior is like'. The question brought a rather disturbing image of a sinewy, sensual, naked body to the forefront of Hermione's mind. 'Oh' she exclaimed.
"Oh, what?" asked Harry
"Oh...erm...Oh... I forgot to go to the library" She could feel a strong blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Why don't you go now? You've got time before reporting to Snape the Snake."
"Erm...yes, I'll er I'll go now" stuttered Hermione.
Exiting through the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione breathed in deeply, calming herself down. 'How could she have thought about... well about... that' She gave herself a mental ticking off and headed for the library, putting it all down to teenage hormones.
The head of Slytherin sat at his desk, with a cauldron bubbling away in front of him, he loved these quiet moments, these free periods, when it was just him and his ingredients waiting to combine to create something magical. He breathed in the scent of the healing potion he had been asked to make for the hospital wing, 'it was true' he thought to himself 'time truly stopped when you were doing something you loved' this reminded him of the detention he was due to take with that infernal Granger girl. What had possessed him to give her detention? Now he would have to spend time alone with her, he sneered to himself, for Severus Snape never truly smiled, time alone with Miss Granger was exactly what he didn't need right now. His mind flashed back to the potions exam that morning, she had passed (obviously) with full marks, making her one of the most, if not the most successful student ever from Hogwarts, nobody passed Snape's exam with 100, well, nobody until now. Still evaluating the exam Snape remembered the thoughts that had made him call time on it. The deep dark pools of black took on a some what lustful sheen, he wanted Hermione Granger, and he knew it.
A/N I'm carrying on but I'm not sure if I'm taking too much time over the trivial things, please r & r and advise, any ideas or criticism welcome. I promise that things will heat up I've given the story an 'R' rating.
Thanks to Chainmailgrl for my first ever review and big thanks to the others too.
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