Dreaming of You

By: acrophobia1322


Rating: T (Possibly M later)

Pairings: Hermione/Severus, Harry/Ginny, New DADA Prof./Severus, Ron/Luna (I know…I'm evil.)

Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst/Action & Adventure

Complete Summary: Hermione has been having odd dreams about a professor. But it's odd because it's the last professor she'd expect. Severus Snape. She bites the bullet and goes to see Professor Trelawney about what it could mean, but it only makes things worse. With her growing attraction for her Potions professor, it doesn't help when several peculiar things involving the two of them begin to happen. Potions, professors, and dreams…OH MY!


Disclaimer: This goes for the whole story: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND COMPANY! © JK Rowling!

Note: Most likely, unless I go really fast, this won't be finished by the time the sixth book comes out so some stuff after it comes out will be wrong. Spare me the flames. (This is for the whole story too!)


Chapter One:

My Teacher, My…CRUSH!


Hermione's eyes skimmed over the same line in her book nearly six times. It wasn't as if she were really reading it anyway. She was too distracted. Her mind was buzzing with the confusing images from her dream the previous night. No matter how hard she tried to push it to the back of her mind so that she could finish studying for her NEWTs, it always seemed to shove itself back to the front to continue bothering her.

She closed her book and buried her face in her hands, taking a deep breath before putting her book back into her bag. Harry and Ron looked up at her from their Wizards' Chess match, giving her slightly quizzical looks.

"What's the matter, 'Mione?" asked Harry, watching his knight being massacred by Ron's queen.

"I need a break," she breathed. The two boys stopped their game immediately and Ron reached up to feel Hermione's forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked. "Are you ill? I've never seen you willingly say you needed a break from studying before."

Hermione pushed Ron's hand off her head and gave him an irritated look. "No, Ronald, I am not ill. I just need to get some fresh air outside. Is that okay with you? I just need a little break and then I'm going to come in and continue studying."

Harry and Ron continued to give her questionable looks. Finally, they shrugged. Harry watched Hermione set her school bag down beside him and saw her jump out of the portrait hole.

"Doesn't it feel like she's not telling us something?" asked Harry.

"All the time, mate," replied Ron. "Check mate."

Hermione meandered through the corridors and down staircases. Her Head Girl badge glinted in the sun light from the windows, though she didn't much care for that or for the three first years that were whispering conspicuously on the staircase. The only thing that was on her mind was the dream she had had. Deft, slender pale hands touching her neck, her face. Raven black hair tickling her soft skin. Mysterious black eyes peering into her soul. She shivered at the thought. She knew who those hands, hair, and eyes belonged to and it didn't seem possible. It didn't seem right.

"Miss Granger," snapped a voice behind her. She jumped. "Are you going to stand there, blocking the way onto the grounds all day or will you allow someone through?"

Hermione turned and came eye to eye with a pair of icy black pools. She gulped and her face flushed. Severus Snape was hovering over her, his pale, slender hands on his hips and his curtain of ebony black hair framing his face. She stared at him, almost horrorstruck for a moment.

"Miss Granger!" he snapped. "What are you looking at?"

He looked down on her, her face red and her eyes snapping around his face. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"S-s-sorry, professor," she stammered and moved out of the way, allowing him to leave. He didn't move through the doors, however. "I was—er—distracted."

Severus gave her a withering glance and then left the school. Hermione buried her face in her hands in an attempt to hide the blush until it was completely off her face. She sighed heavily and peered out the double doors of the entrance hall, looking for a sign of Severus. She was relieved when she did not see him. She made her way outside and over to the lake. She sat down and leaned against a nearby tree, sighing heavily and rubbing her forehead.

"What's happening to me?" she asked, closing her eyes. In a flash, the images of her dream flashed through her mind and she jolted up. "This is not right…not right at all. What am I going to do?" she cried. She shook her head slightly. "Get yourself together, Hermione. It was just a dream. More than 75 of all sexual dreams are in no way related to sex! … But how can I be sure?"

'Ask Trelawney,' said a part of her mind. 'She'd know.'

'No she wouldn't,' argued the logical side of her brain. 'She's just a stupid old maid. She has no idea what she's talking about. She predicted that Harry was going to die…numerous times! And did he? No!'

'But it couldn't hurt to ask.'

'Wow…I must have gone mental. I'm having a conversation with my mind.'

Hermione sighed and got up, knowing that she wasn't going to find any relief from her mind at the time being. She took one final look around and then started for the front doors again. She pushed them open and felt a chill run down her spine. She looked over her shoulder and saw Severus standing under a tree, basked in shadow, his hair waving in the light breeze. His eyes were fixed on her back and she could have sworn, by the look in his eye, that he knew what was on her mind. Hermione shuddered at the thought and then proceeded into the castle, closing the doors behind her.

'What was that all about?' she thought to herself as she started up the stairs. 'It was like he knew…but that's…it's impossible! There's absolutely no way…but still…'

Hermione let another sigh escape her lips as she continued to climb the stairs. Soon she found herself standing beneath the trap door leading to the Divination classroom. Hermione choked down her pride and started to climb the ladder. She pushed open the trap door and nearly choked as the suffocating spell of incense filled her lungs. She grasped the side of the trap door for support and then pushed herself into the classroom, loosening her school tie as the heat immediately got to her.

"Come in, child," came the dreamy voice of Trelawney from behind a large, squashy red armchair. "I've been expecting you for sometime. I presume this is about your dream?"

'Lucky guess, I'll bet,' Hermione thought, closing the door and stepping toward the armchair. "Er—yes, professor."

"Do not fear, dear girl," drawled Trelawney. "He knows nothing of your dreaming. Please sit."

"Oh, but, professor, I was only wondering if you could—"

"Tell you what your dream meant? I know, I know. Please sit down and I will begin." Trelawney waved her hand toward a large red pouf next to her table. "Please."

Hermione plopped down on the pouf and stared up at Trelawney. The brunette found that her heart was beating ridiculously fast in her chest for something she didn't think was even true. She took a deep breath and Trelawney adjusted her glasses.

"Ah, I see," droned the professor. "Yes, yes, I see clearly. Hands…hair…eyes…" Hermione's breath caught in her chest. "How odd. How odd, indeed." Hermione clutched her skirt tightly in her hands, nervously eyeing the older woman before her. "This dream…it signals an attraction. A small attraction chained down and hidden deep within your heart. You find it impossible, terrible, but still it is there. Be forewarned, though, my dear, that should you allow your small fondness for the Potion's Master to mature, several rough times lay ahead. You will not be the only one chasing for his heart."

Hermione felt the temperature in her face rise. She got to her feet. "Er—thanks," she breathed and raced out of the classroom. Her face was a brilliant red color and her heart was pounding in her chest. She veered into the out-of-order girls' lavatory and ran over to a sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Who's there?" came a curious voice from a nearby bathroom stall. Hermione looked up just in time to see Moaning Myrtle phasing through the stall door. "Hermione? Are you alright?" Myrtle's voice wasn't even remotely flecked with concern, just curiosity.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Fine," Hermione panted. "Just fine. Just wanted to get away from society, you know?"

"Oh, yes, I know," Myrtle replied. "That's why whenever someone, like that Lavender girl, decides to have a peek in here, I hide in the U-bend. Quite cozy there, really."

"I'll take your word for it," Hermione replied, turning on the sink and splashing her face with cold water. "Well, I enjoyed the chat, Myrtle, but I really must be off. I have NEWTs to study for and whatnot. Good-bye."

"Good-bye," breathed Myrtle, lifting a transparent hand and waving slightly.

Hermione choked down her air as she entered into the corridor. She bit her bottom lip slightly as she looked around, not sure where she wanted to go at the moment. She settled for heading back to her common room. She started up the Grand Staircase again, keeping her eyes on her feet at all times. Hearing that you secretly like someone from a professor you never really believed in was not something you wanted to endure. She sighed.

'It's probably just a load of rubbish anyway,' she thought, her feet shuffling against the stairs as she climbed them.

When she got to the seventh floor corridor, she stopped and looked around. For a moment, she thought about going back to the Divination tower and asking Trelawney to rethink what she'd told her. She resolved against it and continued to trudge toward the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Password?" asked the plump woman clad in a pink. Hermione looked up.

"Hapaterum blasphemus, " she murmured, watching the portrait hole swing open. She entered and saw that Harry and Ron had just finished yet another chess match. They looked up to greet her but saw the sullen look outlining her face.

"What's wrong now?" asked Ron.

"Huh? Oh! Nothing! I'm just a little tired," she said. "I think I'll take my stuff up into my dorm and study a little and then catch a nap before lunch, okay?"

"Uh—okay," replied Harry, watching his rook as it reassembled itself. "See you at lunch then?"

"Yeah, see you at lunch," Hermione murmured, picking up her book from beside her and starting up the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories. She stopped outside the sixth years' dorms and knocked.

"Who is it?" came the sweet voice of Ginny Weasley.

"Gin, it's me," Hermione called. Ginny opened the door and peeked out. "Are you alone in there?"

"Uh, yeah," replied Ginny. "Come on in. Is something wrong?" Hermione didn't answer her at first. She just went over to Ginny's bed and plopped down, rubbing her head slightly. "'Mione, what's the matter?"

"Ungh…" moaned Hermione. She turned her head and looked up at the only female Weasley. "I don't know what's wrong…I've been having these weird dreams lately and then I went to see Trelawney about them and it turns out it's the one thing I did not want it to be."

Hermione sat up and patted for Ginny to sit next to her before beginning to explain her dream. When she was finished, Ginny had her hand over her mouth and looked in complete horror. There was a long, drawn out pause and Hermione felt her stomach tightening.

"Snape?" blurted Ginny, without thinking. Hermione clamped her hand over Ginny's mouth and stared at the dormitory door accusingly, as if she expected someone who had been eavesdropping to enter and yell at Hermione. When no one did, Hermione removed her handed and nodded. "B-b-but it's Snape!"

"I knooooww…" groaned Hermione, throwing her face into Ginny's pillow and letting out an exasperated sigh. "It's just not right…but that's what I dreamed…and that's what Trelawney foretold."

"Have you ever felt this kind of…erm…feeling for Snape? Ever?" Ginny asked, looking at Hermione. The brunette looked up from the pillow.

"No…I don't think I have," she breathed. "I mean, I've admired his intellect a few times but he always squashed it with a rude comment or by taking points from houses who did not deserve it. I never thought I…liked him! At least, not in that way—well…maybe, I have. I don't know! This is all just so confusing! What Am I going to do?"

"I don't know," replied Ginny, "but this is just…whoa."


A/N: Gah! Don't hate me for this! I just recently got into the Sevvie/Herms relationship! I really like it so I thought I'd do a fic on them. Not very good, I know...but oh well.

Acro

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