Chapter 6- Hermione's plight

A.n: Thanks to all who reviewed. This chapter is really strange...I really wanted to have Snape to fall in love with Hermione quickly because it make She has yet to realize her feelings, but that is soon to come! Now, in the next chapter (not this one)...I'm having Dumbledore throw a "Fall Ball" because...well you'll see. Let's see how things go in this chapter, shall we?!

Hermione entered Snape's classroom the next day and found it empty. There was no classes because Dumbledore called them off...for a unknown reason. It was close to the holiday season, but it wasn't that close to cancel classes. He had told them over dinner the previous day and he had said that they would be having a ball on Friday, which was the last Friday in October. Everybody now was in a uproar on who to go with and Hermione went down to the dungeons to escape it all.

She really hadn't meant to go down there, but she figured that it would've been more peaceful than the Griffinydor Common Room. Harry's party was short, but big. Ron's mother had sent him a dark red and gold sweater that had his intials on the front and the letters "CAP" printed on the arm. Everyone was estatic to have Harry as the Quidditch Captain. Hermione didn't understand why they hadn't made him it earlier, but all that mattered was that he got it.

Hermione looked about the classroom and sat in her usual seat near the front...almost in front of Snape's desk. It hit her that this was the last year that she'd be sitting in that classroom and she never felt so connected to something. She was definately going to miss Hogwarts, but with the way things were going with her, she just might be back to teach.

Hermione laughed a little and sighed. She really wanted to come back here. She knew that Dumbledore would probably hire her right out of graduation and she'd start the next year.

Hermione's eyes suddenly felt heavy and she put her head in her arms. She would just close her eyes for a minute and then she'd leave.

Snape walked through the Main Hall to the door that led to the dungeons. He had been trying to avoid Hermione since he'd seen Dumbledore. When he had gone back to his office, he told himself over and over again that Hermione would never accept the feelings of the old greasy prick that longed after her. She could never feel the same way that he felt about her. He didn't even know why his heart was puting him through the agony that it was. He had never felt like this before and he didn't like it on some levels...but...it felt...right. There was just something about that damn girl that lit a unquenchable fire in him and being around her just added to the flame.

Snape shook his head as he neared the door to his classroom. Things were just so complicated. Snape grabbed the cold metal handle and pushed his door open. He shut it behind him and halted to the spot.

A mass of fuzzy, wavy, brown and golden hair was sitting at one of the desks and his stomach flopped. He knew it was Hermione, but why the hell was she in his classroom? He slowly walked up behind her and saw that she was peacefully sleeping. Her breath was easy and steady and her backside slowly went up and down as she breathed. Snape swallowed slowly and pushed back small strands of hair that covered her face. He froze when she stirred, but quickly withdrew his hand and stood straight.

Hermione's eyes opened and she lifted her head up slowly. Snape noticed a small spect of drool that was on the corner of her mouth and he smiled to himself.

"Professor? Oh my god...I'm sorry...I just came down here for the peace and quiet..."

Hermione started to get up to leave when Snape just put his hand up and shook his head.

"I don't need to hear your excuses, Ms. Granger...but you know the rules. No student is allowed in a classroom, unsupervisd, unless permission is given by a teacher."

Hermione frowned a little and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Snape put his hand down and looked at her with his head to the side. Damn...she was so pretty right when she wakes up...

"I'm going to have to give you a detention...Friday night..."

"But, sir! That's the night of the ball..."

"I don't care. It will give me a reason not to go..."

Hermione huffed and put the most unnerving look on her face. Snape smiled evily at her and nodded.

"Yes...Friday at six. You'll stay as long as I say. So, tell any little date of yours that he'll have to go with someone else."

Hermione glared at him and nodded sternly. Then, a thought struck her.

" Fine...I wonder where Harry is right now..."

"What was that?"

Hermione looked at his with a sparkle in her eye...

"I'm going with Harry, sir...if you'd like to know. He's really going to be disappointed that I can't go with him."

Snape smiled wickedly again and laughed to himself. He was going to make Potter suffer...taking away his date to the ball. He loved his job. Snape nodded to her and she just stood there.

"Well...you may go!"

Hermione jumped a little at Snape's sudden loudness and she left the classroom with speed.

Snape stared at the door as it shut and he felt gulit rip at him. Why he should feel guilty though? He was making Potter suffer and he should be estatic...it was because of Hermione. He could tell that she wanted to go to the ball really badly and she should. It was going to be her last one as a student. Snape sighed and felt confused again...but he knew...he'd make Hermione's Friday night unforgettable.

Next Chapter: Chapter 7- The Fall Ball

A.n: I know...really short once again, but I promise it will be longer next time around. Please review! I will love you forever and ever...PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!