Snape followed Hermione towards the dungeons. She obviously had no idea where she was going. If she had a right sense in mind, she would stay clear of the dungeons for the rest of the night. Everyone knew the dungeons were a breeding ground for making out for the Slytherins during celebrations. Hermione would only get herself hurt more if she witnessed anything more then hand holding. 'Stupid girl,' Snape thought. He continued to follow her.
Hermione was heart broken by the time she reached the dungeons. Heart broken because it was her last year. Heart broken because everyone seem to have an expectation for her. Heart broken because no one wanted to be with her- without noticing it, Hermione ran into a couple just down the dark corridor. "Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione sobbed. She didn't look up. "Well, if it isn't the Mudblood here to interrupt our snogging session," came a drawling voice. Hermione looked up and saw Malfoy with his pink lip date Parkinson. She immediately got off the ground, wiping her eyes in the process.
"Oh, been crying I see?" Draco said. "Why, because no one wants to be your date? Get over it, it's going to happen a lot in your lifetime. If that's even long enough after my father is through with you Mudbloods…"
"Mr. Malfoy…" Snape came out of the shadows. He thought this was a perfect opportunity to reveal himself. "What are you doing down here?" he asked in a cool voice. Malfoy came up with a lie quickly. "I left something in the dormitory sir"-
"Yeah, like your mind," Hermione, retorted.
"Ten points from Gryffindor Ms. Granger for such a smart-aleck remark. And another ten points from Gryffindor for being out in the dungeons so late Ms. Granger."
Hermione gave him a disbelieving look. "Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you return to the festivities."
"Yes sir." Malfoy and Parkinson left.
Hermione glared at her Potions Professor for at least a minute.
Snape gave her a look that was egging her to take into to an argument. Without realizing it Hermione had began crying again. If it was anything Snape hated more was when someone tried to stare him out, and that's exactly what Hermione was doing right now.
"Ms. Granger, what seems to be the reason you're down here?" he asked.
"I wanted to be my self, Professor."
"Why is it you feel the need to be by yourself? Shouldn't you be dancing with one of the many people in the Great Hall?"
"No…"
"And why is that?" he sneered. "Turned them all down?" Hermione's anger began to flare after that last comment. Not only was Snape pestering her, but also he was prying into her personal life. She was going to give him exactly what he asked for…
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I'M NOT DANCING WITH NO ONE?" she screamed, which echoed through the dungeons. Snape, who was wearing a smirk of happiness for getting on her nerves, now had a blank face as he listened to her yell. Hermione continued… "IT'S BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS TO GO OUT WITH ME! EVERYONE THINKS I'M TOO GOOD FOR THEM. ALL I'M GOOD FOR IS BEING A BOOKWORM! No one has even asked me to dance…" she whispered in finishing words. Wearing herself out, she slumped down against a nearby wall. Snape just stood there, thinking how foolish it was of him to even listen to his own house, knowing the lies they could pass around, but he quickly brushed it aside. Snape finally found his voice. "Ms. Granger, please get off the floor."
"Why? So you can take points away from me and kick me out of the dungeons?" She snorted sarcastically. Snape thought that was a good idea, but then thought better of the idea. Instead, he had another idea. He could hear the music from the Great Hall echo through the dungeons.
"No," he said, "So I may have this dance with you." The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He would have never thought of the idea in the first place if Albus hadn't suggested that one song be dedicated to a Teacher student dance time. Hermione was staring at him in disbelief. "Better you than some idiotic Sixth Year," he slightly joked, which scared Hermione even more. Snape held out his hand, and Hermione did the same. Pulling her up, Hermione lost balance and accidentally landed in her Professor's chest. Hermione stayed there for a while before she realized who it was she was leaning into and moved away. She wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks. Snape helped her balance a little, before he took her other hand.
"May I have this dance?" he asked. He wasn't use to asking for someone's permission to do something, but in some situations there were always exceptions.
"Certainly Professor." She responded. Snape led her in a waltz in time to the music the both of them could hear. Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. Snape was actually being nice. She thought maybe it was just a one-time thing.
They continued to dance for a while, and without realizing it, Hermione had put her head to his chest when they inched closer towards each other. 'Mmm…' she thought, 'He smells like spices.'
Snape hadn't noticed anything. He too was taking in her sent. 'Strawberries…' he thought. To him, she also was a great dancer.
"Ms. Granger, what was the reason no one wanted to dance with you? I couldn't quite clarify it when you were yelling it out to me…" he smirked. Hermione's head was resting under his chin so he couldn't see her blush.
"I, well, no one wants to dance with me because everyone thinks I'm too good for them," she whispered. "Well, wouldn't that be a good thing?" he asked.
"Not when you don't want to be anything special then anyone else is." Well, at least she didn't think like Potter did. "Ms. Granger, you are no more special then anyone else. You just have different qualities."
"Like what Professor?" she asked. They stopped dancing. Snape gave her a questioning look. "Well, for starters you are much brighter and intelligent then most, you have wits you so much love to show off, your intellectually adequate, though dare I say it, to me myself, and your beautiful. That is quite a package for just one person, let alone you're a Gryffindor. I don't see why anyone wouldn't enjoy your company." Hermione looked up in shock. No one had ever said things so beautiful to her before. Snape was shocked at himself too. He didn't want to lose his mean streak now, so he had to come up with something else to say. "That is, I mean, to say that," he couldn't think of anything to say. Hermione beamed up at him. Before he could react she gracefully lifted up to meet his height, and kissed him gently on the lips. Snape's eyes went wide before giving into her touch. Hermione didn't know why she did it, but it felt good. Her eyes remained closed. She intensified the kiss when she pushed into his body, urging him to go deeper. His lips felt like silk wrapped in her own lips. His tongue, which was now petruding through her mouth, was like a hurricane to her. This had been her first real kiss, and the fact that it was with a Professor was in the back of her mind. Snape even!
Snape now had her pinned to the wall; her lips, delicately opening for his tongue to invade. Never had something felt so good in his life. He moved one hand from her shoulder down to her waist, and the other to the small of her back. His kisses began moving down her jaw reaching the length of her neck, sucking in her taste. It wasn't until she moaned in delight did he come back to his senses.
"No," he groaned in her mouth, while her hands traveled around his torso. "No," he repeated, and pulled away. It seemed that Hermione had came to her senses also when he left her embrace. Snape stood there, staring at her. Hermione refused to make eye contact. "Hermione…" Snape started. Hermione interrupted.
"Sorry Professor," she whimpered, before racing out of the dungeons, teary eyed.
A/N: Please review.
A/N: A little more rated R then the last chapter. Sexual content stronger. You've been warned.