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Chapter 5"Well, well Miss Granger, too busy dreaming about Black to watch where you're going?" Snape sneered angrily. Hermione looked up and blushed.
"I… I…" she stammered, not really able to comprehend what he had just said.
"I thought so." The tone of his voice made Hermione get herself together immediately. It was bitter, and did she detect a slight note of jealousy?
"Why, does it matter, Professor?" she smirked, "Are you jealous?" Snape's cold glare could easily have frozen a first year to ice. Hermione felt slightly uncomfortable, she had thought that her comment would turn the tables, leave her with the upper hand, but Snape was obviously not that easy to play games with.
"If I wanted you miss Granger," his voice was shaking with anger, "I could have you." Hermione swallowed involuntarily, what had she done? She refused to give up though.
"Oh, you think so, do you? I'm not so sure!" she said with a slightly scornful attitude. He stepped a little closer, towering over her in a dangerous way.
"As I said Miss Granger, if I would, I could." With that he turned on his heel and started walking in the opposite direction, his long robes billowing behind him as he went.
When Hermione got to Gryffindor Tower she walked straight to her dormitory and flopped down onto the bed. Her head was pounding and she felt so endlessly hopeless. In her mind she went through the day systematically. First there had been Ginny. Could she have been right? Were Sirius and Snape in love with her and not the other way around, after all? That just could not be it! Sirius had already admitted to loving someone else, hadn't he, and Snape… just as Sirius said Snape probably did not even know what love was! Bet he would not recognise it if it bit his arse, Hermione giggled girlishly and sighed deeply, leaning her head against the wall with her eyes closed. And even if Snape knew what love was he did not love her, he made that perfectly clear, did he not. Her thinking he had sounded jealous had probably just been her imagination playing tricks on her. But if they did not love her, and she did not love them, then why was she having that crazy dream? Ginny had said something about her having to figure out her own feelings, but she knew exactly how she felt about both Snape and Sirius, did she not? Perhaps Ginny was right after all, it did not make any sense, but nothing did at the moment anyway. Hermione laughed out loud and shook her head, since when had she started to actually listen to the petite red headed 16-year old when she tried to teach her something? When had she started to think the dream meant anything anyway? Had she not always considered that sort of stuff a lot of rubbish? She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. It had to be just stress or something. If she started to calm down a bit it would probably go away by itself.
Satisfied Hermione got off the bed and sat down on the floor, pulling a book from her trunk, 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' by Douglas Adams. It was a birthday present from her aunt, and Hermione loved it, perhaps it could take her mind off of things a little bit. She walked down into the common room and sat in a big armchair by the fire. The book quickly made her forget both time and place.
"So, Hermione, why did you really run off like that after breakfast?" Hermione jumped at the voice and turned around to see Harry standing behind her.
"I… I told you, I had homework to do," she answered as indifferently as possible in her state of slight shock. Harry walked around the chair so that he was standing in front of her and pulled a chair up for him to sit in. He leant forward, his arms resting on his knees.
"You're lying, Hermione;" he stated simply, "For some reason you're avoiding Ron and me, and if you trust Ginny it's because of a boy. Why is it you can't tell us about it?" Hermione stared at him. She had been right after all; Ginny had not been able to hold her tongue.
"I can't believe she told you!" Hermione screeched, "I told her not to! Where is she? I'm personally going to make her regret it for the rest of her life!" She made a motion to stand up but Harry pushed her back.
"It's not really Ginny's fault," he said calmly, "She was acting weird, and I thought that maybe it was because of me, or that she had found someone else or something, so I wouldn't let it go before she told me the truth. She really tried not to, you know." He laughed a little.
"Does Ron know?" Harry shook his head.
"Not yet," he said, "I haven't told him, but I will if you don't tell me what's wrong, and you know he's much more unpleasant that I am, though only because he wants to protect you."
"I can't tell you Harry, you wouldn't understand, and neither would Ron, so you're wasting your time. And by the way, I don't need protection!" Hermione snapped. Harry sighed, stood up and pushed his chair away.
"Well, I can't force you to tell me, but please Hermione, remember that all we want to is help, and you can come to both Ron and me about everything."
"I know," Hermione said weakly and returned to her book. Harry left.
Hermione did not go to lunch that day, instead she spent her time just reading, doing some homework and trying not to think about Sirius, Snape or the dream. She did all right too, until she lay in her bed trying to fall asleep. She just lay there for half an hour or so, the thoughts of what had happened filling her mind, as she had no longer anything to do to take her thoughts off of it. As she finally drifted off into a light sleep a dream filled her subconsciousness. But this time it was different.
She was standing in the empty classroom, or almost empty classroom. There was a person there behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist protectively. He was pressing against her back, holding her close. His head was resting on her shoulder.
"I want you, I need you, and I love you. You know that, don't you?" a deep and husky voice whispered in her ear. This time she recognised it. It was Sirius' voice.
"Mmhm," she murmured quietly as he kissed his way down her neck. She turned around in his arms and looked up into the older man's twinkling black eyes. She pulled her small hand through his silky, black hair and let both her hands travel from his hair down over his firm chest. It was hidden beneath the thick material of his black ropes, but she could still feel his muscles through the fabric.
His hands went and stroked her face. They were cold, just as they had been in reality. He pulled her closer yet and she felt his lips on hers. They were as cold as his hands, but yet so soft. She felt herself getting lost in his passionate kiss, and she was thankful that he was holding her. She felt that had he not held her, her legs would have failed to carry her.
She let her hands unconsciously travel up his chest, as he continued to kiss her, and start unbuttoning his rope. She heard it fall to the floor and opened her eyes that she had kept closed since she felt his lips touch hers. His face had changed. His eyes were no longer twinkling with love, they were clouded with pure physical desire. The face no longer belonged to Sirius, it belonged to Snape.
He broke the kiss, took her hand and led her through the door behind the teacher's desk. The room was dark; the curtains were closed. She could faintly see the outlines of a desk in the middle and a bed in the opposite corner of where they were currently standing. He led her to the bed and kissed her deep and passionately. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered her down onto the bed. It was so soft and comfortable. He helped her out of her school rope and she started to unbuckle his belt. In mere seconds his black dress trousers had joined her school ropes on the floor. Within minutes they were both naked. He kissed her again, with as much passion as before.
When Hermione woke up Sunday morning she was sure she had figured out what this was all about. She loved Sirius. True, he was immature, but maybe that was part of the reason, he acted more like her own age than her father's, but still he seemed older and more sensible than the boys actually her age. She loved Sirius, despite the fact that he was Harry's Godfather and despite the fact that he had a tendency to act immature and irresponsible. Whereas Snape… Snape, she concluded, was probably just a strange physical attraction she had. He was quite handsome in fact, and his mysterious atmosphere attracted her body, nothing more.
And now she had to choose.
AN: So that's it for today. I don't know when I'll be able to update again, as my laptop's broken and has been send to repair, and therefore I have to borrow my dad's computer, and he uses it for work, so… But I hope it will be soon, I'll do what I can.
I don't think there're many chapters to go now, maybe just 1 or 2. Well, please leave a review. The more reviews, the faster I update.