Chapter 5- Rested, but not cured

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The purple liquid had flowed down Hermione's throat smoothly, giving her mouth a relaxed feeling afterwards. She sighed as she tucked herself in and snuggled into her down pillows. She could feel the potion kicking in and a relaxing tingle swept through her body and she fell fast asleep.

Hermione awoke slowly as the sunlight streamed in through the glass windows. She felt rested and rejuvenated. She felt like she had been in a coma for weeks, when she knew she had only slept for at least 6 hours or so. She felt so much better that she smiled wide.

Hermione's morning was great. Everywhere and everyone she saw, she gave a smile/ She was happy and not once did a thought of Snape enter her mind. Not one.

Until…

"Hermione Granger?"

Hermione looked up to find a small 1st year boy dressed in Slytherin robes. He looked a little frightened to be speaking to a 7th year. Hermione just smiled at him.

"Yes?"

"Professor S-Snape would like to s-speak to you. He wants you in h-his office…right n-now…"

Hermione's smile faded.

'Oh bloody hell, what now!'

"Thanks…" She didn't even wait for him to respond, she just left. She was confused on how she should feel. She knew she hadn't done anything to anger him, so why would he want to see her? All day she had been free from him…

"Brilliant." She muttered.

Hermione made her way down once again to the dungeons and entered his classroom without hesitation. She found his office door and knocked swiftly. The door swung open and she stepped in. She was greeted not too kindly…

"You think you can show me up, you daft, prude girl!"

Hermione's anger flared.

"What is that for!"

Snape was standing next to his black marble fireplace and Hermione could see almost the same hear in his eyes that must be in the fire, but she also noticed something else too. His eyes flickered something she'd never seen them flicker with, but before she could figure out what it was, it was gone.

"You think you can make a potion and suddenly you are equal to me!"

"I would never be equal to you since you are a violent, impudent, self-centered, self-conceited, pompous, arrogant git!"

Hermione flung her hand to her mouth as soon as those words left her mouth. She stared at Snape with wide eyes as he stared blankly back at her. She knew she was in for it…she'd have detentions for the whole year now.

Snape just stood there. No one had ever called him the names he knew floated behind his back. This Gryffindor had more guts then he has ever given her credit for.

"You do realize you just made a grave error in saying those things to me, Ms. Granger?"

His voice was flat and emotionless. Hermione gulped and started to sweat. What was he going to do?

Snape was silent as he stared down at this now quivering Gryffindor. His eyes seemed to make her quiver more. She looked so helpless now, her foundation crumbling underneath her…her courage and pride replaced with fear.

"Y-yes sir…"

"And you do realize this means a crucial punishment, don't you?"

"Y-yes sir…"

"Very well…tell me then…why did you want the drought?"

Hermione felt a small bubble of panic rise in her throat. Should she tell him the truth? Tell him that the reason she needed the potion was because she was having dreams about him kissing her? No…

"I'm…having trouble sleeping…"

"And why is that?"

She gulped.

"I…uh…I…have so much work on my mind…"

Snape snarled and started to use his Occulmency.

"Tell me the truth, girl! I know for 7 years that you've never had problems with school work…there is some other reason behind your motives…"

He eyed her suspiciously.

"Also the Hibiscus drought is an incredibly strong potion to help aid in the preventions of dreams, nightmares, night tremors, sleepwalking…"

"I've been having dreams!"

Snape blinked in surprise at her sudden snap.

"Dreams…well, they must be very disturbing dreams to disrupt Hogwarts's "top student"…"

Hermione didn't know if he was insulting her or complimenting her, but she knew that if he'd ask…she wouldn't tell him what her dreams were of.

Snape sneered. He could see into her mind. She must have forgotten his excellent work in Occulmency and he could see the images from her dreams. A long corridor…flaming torches…a coldness that keeps her frozen…a kiss…

Snape froze himself. His eyes went wide. The girl dreamt of him kissing her. He was shocked. Hermione saw something change over Snape and then it dawned on her. His Occulmency…

'Oh Bloody HELL!'

Hermione turned and started to run, but Snape was quick and he blocked the door.

"Why would you dream such a thing, Granger!"

"I-I don't know!"

Snape wouldn't let her go and Hermione knew she was in great trouble.

"That is such an inappropriate thing for a student to dream about!"

"I-I know, sir!"

Wait…was he suggesting that she WANTED to think about him like that?

"Sir…I did not choose to have that dream…you cannot possibly think I WANTED to…?"

Snape felt a hotness…a yearning that he hasn't felt for years boil up in him, mixed with anger and confusion.

"Well, dreams come from our sub-conscience and they always can be interpreted into something that you want. Even though you maybe never WANTED it…you maybe, somewhere…at sometime…NEEDED it…"

Hermione froze as Snape's lips came crashing down onto hers. The whole world seemed to stop. Hermione was shocked at how warm and soft his lips were, but the kiss was hard and almost unwanted in a way. Before Hermione had time to register what was going on, Snape threw her away from him and she landed roughly on the floor in front of the door.

"Get out…and your detentions are through. Leave…NOW!"

Hermione didn't contradict. She stood up and bolted out the door.

Next Chapter- Chapter 6- Avoiding the inevitable

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