Hello I would like to thank all my reviewers. Also if any of you haven't read my other stories I would like to ask you too. I am always trying to get people who read one to read more. I suppose it is just my nature...but enough about me. I am sure you are thinking shut up you stupid author so we can read the story. so I will shut up...gosh...

cockbite...

just kidding

-Hermione Granger-

"Come in."

The voice of Hogwarts's Potions Master sounded muffled through the thick door.

I opened the door just enough to slip in and shut it quietly behind me.

"Good evening Professor Snape," I ventured in a whisper.

He nodded curtly before pointing to a very cold, hard, uncomfortable looking stool. I went over and sat down on it without looking into his eyes. I adjusted my skirt carefully to protect my modesty.

Professor Snape sat watching me with venomous eyes. He twirled his eighteen inch ebony wand. He looked as if the Cruciatus or Avada Kedavra would be too mild a punishment

A thought occurred to the professor then, a wonderful thought by the look spreading across his face. The professor looked semi-thrilled, well as thrilled as it is possible for Professor Snape to look. The look spelled catastrophe for me though.

-Severus Snape-

I could feel my face break into a grinch-like smirk of pleasure. No. I am not going to steal Christmas. Not this year anyway.

But I would make Miss Granger's life a living hell.

-Hermione Granger-

"Are you alright sir?" I asked cocking my head and peering at him.

He turned that devilish smirk on my.

"Quite alright Miss Granger."

There was quite a pause before I broke the silence. It was too unnerving to sit in that creepy office so noiselessly with all the preserved ingredients floating in jars on the walls.

"What are we going to do tonight Professor?" I asked shifting uncomfortably on the hard stool.

Professor Snape appeared to ignore me as he sat scribbling on a piece of parchment with a black feather quill.

He glanced up into my eyes before returning to what he was writing.

My mouth dried after looking briefly into the deep obsidian eyes of Hogwarts's least favorite professor. My eyes drifted to his mouth as he continued to write. His lips looked in desperate need of kissing. His lips were just as perfect as his eyes. I allowed my eyes to lower again. His shoulders were broad. I'd never noticed that his robes molded to his frame. Not his cloak of course. But the rest of his fine black old style clothing fit crisply to his thin though still muscular body. Without purposely letting it happen, my eyes slid down his arms to inspect slender long fingers. Suddenly something some Slytherin strumpets said came crashing to the front of my mind. They had been imagining what Professor Snape could do with his long fingers. They also said that…now how did they put it…little Severus must be huge. Guys who were cocky, arrogant bad-asses were only that way because they had excellent equipment below the waist.

I felt miffed thinking about it. I couldn't help the jealousy that swelled in my heart when I wondered if those girls knew facts.

What if it wasn't their speculation but their knowledge they had been flaunting? What if they knew? What if they had slept with him?

No. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't risk Azkaban. He wouldn't risk his job. He wouldn't want girls that looked like those girls. Girls who had flat faces and pug noses and beady eyes and no breasts and thin stringy hair and narrow hips and flabby legs would never attract his attention. He wouldn't want a girl like that. Would he?

I mean I know that I am no prize. I am completely ugly. Okay. That is a bit of an exaggeration. I am not completely ugly. But I am certainly no girl who would ever win the heart of a man I wanted. But what guy would want a girl with bushy brown hair and big eyes who never ripped her nose out of a book.

"MISS GRANGER!"

I broke out of my thoughts to look into my professor's perfect black eyes.

"Well I hope that this is not an example of how you will act as we work on your seventh year project. I can not have that behavior in the lab. That is how accidents happen."

He held out some parchment toward me.

"Are you going to take your schedule and list of reading materials you silly child?" he snapped waving the parchment under my nose.

I reached out and took the paper.

"You are dismissed."

I nodded smiling at him.

-Severus Snape-

Didn't her front teeth used to be bigger? When did they become so straight? When had she ceased looking like a squirrel?

I shrugged deciding that it really made no difference one way or another.

-Hermione Granger-

I left Professor Snape's office as calmly as I could. I had no wish to appear anxious to leave especially when I wished to stay for a while. I looked down at the list of books Professor Snape had approved for me to get from the restricted section.

When I arrived at the library, I made my way directly toward Madam Pince.

"Professor Snape wants me to read these books," I said handing her the list that was signed at the bottom by Professor Snape.

She nodded and fetched the books and checked them out to me.

"Miss Granger, I do not have a copy of Dark Potions and Their Origins. You will have to go and ask Professor Snape if you may borrow his. They are out of print so we are unable to replace the copy we had."

I nodded glad of any excuse to go and visit the dreaded potions master again.

I stopped by my dorm and dropped off the books I'd just gotten from the library.

I peered at the work schedule devised by Professor Snape.

I gaped at it.

Professor Snape expected me seven to nine every evening including weekends. The only day I was not expected was Thursday and that was because I had Astronomy on Thursdays at eight.

Clutching the schedule tightly I headed for the dungeons.

As I slipped down the staircase in the main entranceway, I could hear clothes rustling and two male voices.

"Please Harry."

I walked more quietly than ever.

When I arrived at the bottom, I saw Harry being held to the wall and Oliver snogging him.

I paused unable to remove my eyes from the two boys. Harry's groans and grunts grew louder when Oliver pulled away from his lips and began to suck on his neck.

My eyes grew even wider when Harry's hips bucked against Oliver.

I tried to sneak past them.

"Hermione!" Harry called while Oliver held him. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

Oliver broke the hold and blushed profusely when he saw me standing there. I had the good sense to blush as well.

My eyes caught on the huge hickey that decorated Harry's neck. Harry winked at me before grabbing Oliver's hand and kissing it.

"Oliver, I know the best place where we can go to not be caught by anyone. Will you wait for me at the top of the stairs? I just want to talk to Hermione a minute."

Oliver kissed Harry's cheek and peered suspiciously at us a minute before turning and exiting the dungeons.

When Oliver was out of sight, Harry took my hands.

"Hermione, I'm so nervous and so excited."

"Why? What's going on?" I asked noticing the deep flush on my best friend's cheeks even in the dim light of the dungeon hallway.

"Hermione, let's sit down here a minute. Well you know I'm a virgin right?" Harry asked squeezing my hands tightly.

I nodded, "As am I."

"You mean you and Ron never…" his voice trailed off as he saw the look of revulsion on my face.

"Well anyway…Oliver says that he wants to…to make love to me tonight. I want to make him happy but…Hermione, Oliver has been with so many boys. What if I don't please him? What if he decides to break off our engagement because I'm no good in bed?"

I covered his mouth.

"Harry, Oliver loves you. You have nothing to be worried about unless your boyfriend is as huge as he is rumored to be. You need only worry about a small pain in your bottom. However, Oliver knows what he is doing if he's had many boys as you say. So you needn't even worry about that. Oliver is not about to dump you. He wrote me a letter a few weeks back and asked me if I could brew him a lubrication potion for tonight. Now, I think that you need to go and tell Oliver your decision whether it is to have crazy gay boy love with him or not. You need to tell him your worries about it as well. Then he will be able to offer you comfort."

I tilted his head so I could look into his emerald green eyes.

Harry nodded and got up. He took several deep breaths before turning and walking up the stairs.

I smiled before getting up myself to continue on my way to Professor Snape's office. I knocked on the door.

"What do you want Miss Granger?" came the annoyed and somewhat defeated sounding voice of Professor Snape.

"Please Professor, one of the books you want me to read isn't available at the library. Madam Pince said I would have to ask you to borrow your copy because they are out of print and hard to come by."

"Come in."

The door opened slowly to admit me. I walked in. The door closed behind me without help.

"Professor, where are you?" I called.

"Turn the jar of belladonna a half turn."

I walked over and turned it as I had been instructed.

"Now turn the jar of acromantula venom a quarter turn counter clockwise.

I did so and a handsome hand-carved ebony door with a gleaming silver door knob.

"May I come in sir?"

Suddenly the door erupted into brilliant black flames. Just as soon as the fire started it stopped.

"Now you may come in."

I opened the door and stepped in closing the door behind me.

The room was beautiful. The wall opposite the door was covered with hundreds of books and a tall gothic style window in the center hung with long green velvet curtains pulled back to show the night sky. A sturdy ladder stood there to allow access to the higher shelves. I turned. The wall to the right contained cauldrons of all kinds and all sizes. Gold, silver, bronze, iron, and pewter were the prominent in small, medium, large, and enormous. There were just as many different kinds of mortars and pestles, stirring tools, scales, knives (all sizes and uses), and various other things that looked to be used for potions ingredient harvesting. I turned to look at the left wall. It was covered floor to ceiling with thousands of rare, potent potions ingredients.

"Miss Granger, get over here."

I glided instantly to his side.

"Tell me the name of the potion I am brewing. You should know from looking at the ingredients and tools that are out," Professor Snape said not removing his eyes from the potion.

"You are brewing the Wolfsbane Potion sir."

"Excellent."

I blushed at the praise or the closest thing to praise that Professor Snape was capable of giving a Gryffindor know-it-all.

-Severus Snape-

After the potion turned to the silvery blue it was supposed to be at this stage of brewing, I turned to Miss Granger.

She was a soft shade of pink and her bottom lip was between her teeth entrancingly.

"What book do you need?" I asked walking over to my book shelves.

"Dark Potions and Their Origins," she answered. Her bottom lip was moist from holding it between her teeth.

I nodded.

"Oh and Professor Snape, this schedule…how am I supposed to accomplish my homework with this kind of work schedule?" she asked.

I collected the book from the top shelf and slid down the ladder.

"That, Miss Granger, is your problem, not mine. This schedule starts tomorrow and should you not have a medical excuse from Madam Pomfrey and you fail to show up…you needn't show up again," I said smiling in a not so warm way at her. "You are the one who wanted to work with me. If you are thinking about potions research, you need to know how much work and time it is going to take."

Hermione nodded and turned to leave after I handed her the book.

Suddenly she turned with a wide grin. She ran over and hugged me then.

I stiffened and shoved her away holding her at arms length.

"Miss Granger, what are you doing? Don't touch me!" I uttered this in so deadly and fierce a tone that she shrank back from me. I pinched her arms. "Get out!"

I pushed her.

She fled the room and not a second later I heard a crash.

I quickly moved to see what had happened. Clumsy chit probably tripped.

Miss Granger lay passed out on the floor of my office with a huge gash on her forehead.

"Miss Granger wake up," I said nudging her arm with my foot.

I sneered and knelt down to get a closer look at the wound on my student's head.

I snarled and called Madam Pomfrey through the floo network to come to my office.

"Oh goodness," she said before healing the gash on her head. "Severus, Miss Granger can't be moved very far. Further damage can't be risked. She can't be moved to the infirmary or her room. She will need to stay the night in your quarters."

"WHAT?" I exploded. This wasn't fair. I had to give up my bed for that useless chit!

"She has to stay here till she wakes up naturally."

I growled.

"Severus enough of that. Help me move her to your rooms."

"I can do it myself," I snarled scooping her body into my arms.

I opened my quarters and carried her to my bed. No staff member but Minerva had been in here and no student had dared.

I lay her down on my bed and covered her with my thick black comforter and closed the rest off so no noise I made would disturb her and I would be alerted when she woke up.

I left her to sleep and went back to my office.

Odd. There was a small red velvety box on the floor. I opened in and saw just what I had been craving, a small piece of chocolate. There was an M in lighter chocolate on top. Suddenly I was overcome by the urge to eat it and I popped it into my mouth before collapsing asleep into my chair.

Well I suppose you read the story. Please leave me a nice review. I like reviews. I feel all warm and fluffy inside! I do not know when my next update will be I go back to school on Monday and I doubt I will have time to update before than and then updates will be contending with HW.