Wow! I just looked into my inbox and saw ALL THOSE REVIEWS! It just made me feel sooo happy. In my fit of happiness, I decided to reward everyone by giving them a long chapter! Well, at least longer than they've been.

Here are the replies to the reviews:

sallene-- Naw, if she realized it was him, where would our fun be?

guardgirl-- Well here's your lucky day. Longer chapters now, just for you.

cdkobasiuk-- Um... is that good or bad?

Winter Blaze-- Thanks,...love the name.

elektrikstorm-- I hate character death too. The only person I really killed off was Draco Malfoy (I know, I know, the audience is groaning, but that's the ONLY way we could ever replace him as the Slytherin prat.)

Fiona McKinnon-- Don't worry, she'll find out later.

And to these reviewers, who made me feel EXTREMELY happy:

blackaces924, Severus-Fan, and animedorkette. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!

The Deatheater of the Dungeons

CHAPTER 5

"Okay Hermione, spill."

"Ginny! I'm your teacher! I have the authority to throw you out, give you detention, AND deduct house points."

Ginny gave her a mischeivious grin. "But you wouldn't do that anyway, would you?"

Hermione sighed. Ginny was certainly Fred and George's sister. The interogation in the pretend court continued.

"Hermione Granger, will you please explain to the courtroom exactly what you were doing precisely five minutes ago? There are no bottles of firewhiskey present, so we can assume that you are not drunk."

Hermione glared at her. "I would never do that!"

"Well of course. I just explained that."

Hermione sighed again and put her head on her desk. She then proceeded to slam it back and forth against the desk.

"Stupid"-slam- "should have"-slam- "locked the"-slam- "bloody door"-slam.

"Then again, I may be wrong." Ginny teased.

Hermione looked up at Ginny and frowned. "I wasn't...doing...nothing happened."

"Is that so? Testimony of the witness disagrees. Miss Ginevra Weasley clearly stated that she saw you-"

"Ginny, stop!" Hermione interupted. "I wasn't doing anything! I was just...talking to myself."

"Well unless I'm mistaken, It seems like yourself answers back. Something about literature, right?"

Hermione mumbled something and looked away. "Ginny, I promise I'll tell you all about it once I figure it out. It's still kind of a mystery to me."

Ginny raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Do you know how suspicious that sounds?"

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Ginny cut her off. "Hey, don't worry about it. I can tell you're not going to tell me anyway. Besides, I still need to do that essay you assigned us a while ago."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ginny, that's due tomorrow."

"Yup," Ginny said. "All the more reason to get cracking." And with that she waved a goodbye and quickly left the dungeons. In doing so, she failed to hear the next conversation...

He chuckled. "One would think she was the authority figure, the way she was bossing you around."

"Oh, you just had to stay to listen to that, didn't you?"

"Of course."

Hermione closed her eyes and sat back in her chair. Then, she decided against it, got up and entered her chambers. After a minute or two, she stuck her head back into the doorway for the classroom.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked.

Startled, he made his way over to the door and peered inside. "I may come in?"

"Sure," she said from her seat on the couch. "Why not?"

He entered and sat next to her on the couch. As he did, he realized something. There were a few pieces of furniture in the room that were...his.

"The couch, the carpet, the books...they're..."

"I think they're Se- Professor Snape's. They were already here. I didn't want to get rid of the books or the carpet and I didn't have a couch of my own when I moved in."

Hermione had kept his things, not caring that they belonged to him, her former greasy git of a professor. And on top of all that, she had almost said his name. If only she cared for him as much as he cared for her. He so wanted her to.

"I still do not know everything about you."

Hermione smiled confidently. "I've only known you for a month, but we've talked a lot during that time. What don't you know?"

"Your favorite poet."

"Hmm.. I suppose you don't. It's Shakespeare."

"Which poem?"

Hermione blushed. "I can't tell you."

"Can't tell me?"

"It's too...too personal."

"I see."

There was a long and awkward silence, finally broken by his question. A wonderful question, in fact. One that, under the circumstances, proves in any of your minds that he truly did love her.

"And when it ceases to become too personal, then may I know?"

Hermione smiled. "Of course."

And able to resist no longer, he gently put his hand behind her neck, pulled her closer, and sealed her promise with a kiss.

Look, I know this chapter isn't very long at all, but it is longer than my other ones have been. And I just had to end it there. It was too perfect.

Oh, and the reviews I forgot to answer last chapter:

SamSnape18-- You betcha. Had to keep some of the ol' greasy git in there.

Fiona McKinnon-- I AM sorry for killing off Malfoy. There couldn't be any intrusions though.

cdkobasiuk-- Course, he's always a bastard. Sometimes that's good.

sexy she-devil-- Poor Snape? Yeah right. Poor Slytherins. As creator of those characters, I will lovingly attend their funerals.

lovesseverus-- I am making chapters at your bidding, oh master.

Severus-Fan-- Well, that's a mouthful to reply to. I thoroughly enjoyed your review, though.

sallene-- He's just great like that, isn't he? I wish I were J.K. Rowling.

fujutsu-- Wow! It was a joy to get your review, too.

blackaces924-- Funny, yes...it was..

Review pretty please.