Hermione leaned closer. Lightly touching his skin. He could smell her. A tantalizing scent. His guess was lavender and jasmine. She was whispering to him, her voice sent shivers down his spine.
"Professor…" she said, innocently.
"Yes Granger what is it?" he asked, moving to face her.
He looked into her eyes and saw lust and longing. She moved closer. Then suddenly she blushed a deep crimson color. He closed his eyes. He could feel the heat come off her body, this was something new to him. In a cold winter's day inside the deserted library, he could feel heat come off her. Was she really that close? He opened them then saw that her face was an inch away from his, her breathing was steady, and deep. While his was fast and choking. Their eyes locked a gaze. She leaned in enough to feel his nose touch her face. If he really was interested in her he would kiss her.
They stayed there for about half a minute before Snape got back to his senses and pulled back. He sat straight again, and stared at her. "Miss Granger, what the bloody hell was that for?" he snapped.
"I….I'm sorry, Professor…" she uttered, embarrassed.
She felt a piercing pang on her chest as her face became pale, she stood from her seat and left, without even looking at him. He was left in the library confused and very much aroused.
As soon as she got out of the library, away from his sight. She ran to her rooms beside the Gryffindor dorms, weeping for her stupidity. Why on earth did she allow herself to be driven by love? This was the reason she never fell in love, until now at least, loving was for people who had no sense. But here she was feeling confused and alone, knowing that she was the smartest witch of the century, but still she fell for it, the sweet and inviting clutches of love burning inside of her. Well, they always said that intelligent people fell in love like fools. But why her?
Hermione entered her rooms, changed her clothes and climbed up to her bed. Wishing she could have a good nights sleep to help forget all this nonsense.
Snape left the library long after Hermione did. He felt like he was betrayed. Not by Hermione but by himself. He wanted so badly to kiss her, when she was right there so close to him, just a breathe away. He could have just moved closer and kissed her, but he didn't. He didn't, he hated himself for making her felt like an idiot, and he hated himself for not kissing her. He walked briskly to his sleeping quarters passing the dorms of Gryffindor, he passed the door that led to her rooms and touched the door, and he didn't want to hurt her. He desired her as much as she desired him, maybe even more than that. He stayed there for about a minute and then he left hastily to his quarters below the castle. He entered his room, changed his clothes and went to bed. Hoping that he might be able to sleep well, and his sleep would help him forget all this nonsense.
Hours later both of them tossed and turned in bed. Realizing no matter how much they tried to sleep, their confused minds would still conquer their heads.
At exactly 3:15 in the morning, both still bothered, and coming to the conclusion that they both couldn't sleep grumbled "Bloody Hell" at exactly the same time. Unfortunately both still couldn't sleep. They ended staying up the entire night, thinking about the other.
In the morning before breakfast, Snape was strutting the halls for his early morning patrol.
Hermione woke up and decided to get a coffee in the kitchens. She ran along to the halls dressed in her pajamas and robe, when she bumped into Professor Severus Snape.
"Ugghh" she sleepily murmured. Looking up to see the tall man she literally crashed into. Her face was filled with shock and embarrassment. He was equally dumbstruck. Neither of them said a word.