Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just the plot.
Summary: Hermione realises her feelings for Snape while he battles with feelings he already has
Pairing: HG/SS
Authors note: Not what I would usually write but read enjoy and review xxx
The Four Ds
Dreams
'Severus,' she whispered, 'I'm yours take me now.'
He cupped Hermione's face in her hands and placed a soft but passion filled kiss on her sweet red lips and ran his fingers through her silky brown hair. Lost in the moment they did not notice the lock click or hear the door swing open. A small cough brought them back down to earth as they broke apart and turned to see the headmaster stood there with a look of shock and horror on his face.
'I, I can explain sir,' stuttered Snape as the realisation of what he had been caught doing kicked in.
'Never in all my time at Hogwarts have I seen such immorality!' Dumbledore said, 'you have done some unspeakable things in you time Snape but I have forgiven you and you were given a second chance. Now after I gave you a position of trust as potions master in this school you abuse this trust with such an immoral act.'
Snape stood there with bated breathe waiting for the final blow to fall.
'You are fired!' shouted Dumbledore, 'collect your things and get out of my school.'
Severus Snape jerked awake, sweat dripping down his face. As he steeped into the shower he recalled the dream and realised that his obsession with Hermione Granger was taking over his life. If he didn't get a hold of himself he would risk his career. He put the dream out of his mind as he got dressed, he did not wish to carry such thoughts into his lessons with him, he was, after all, a figure of authority. As he turned the lock in his chamber door and walked towards the first lesson of the morning he realised with a jolt that he was teaching the seventh year NEWT class, a class which a certain young Gryffindor took.
'Oh shit,' exclaimed Hermione, 'I'm gonna be late.'
She ran down the corridor towards the potions classroom realising that she was at least 5 minutes late.
Snape's going to kill me, she thought, that greasy git will take loads of points for sure.
She arrived at the classroom only to see Snape coming up the corridor towards her. Her first thought was that he was coming to find her, but he didn't even acknowledge her presence as he turned into the classroom. Realising he himself was late she snuck into the room behind her hoping not to be noticed.
'Miss Granger glad to see you decided to join us,' Snape's voice rang out across the classroom, 'if you could take your seat then maybe I could start my lesson or are you so incapable to find it that I need to draw you a map.'
Hermione blushed, mumbled her apology and took her place between Harry and Ron.
'But you only just arrived yourself,' argued Harry.
Snape walked over to their desk as bent over the front of it so he was face to face with Harry. The Gryffindors held their breaths while the Slytherins watched, wide eyes and evil smirks.
'Mr Potter I am the teacher here and what I say goes,' Snape said this quietly but the whole class heard, 'when you are the potions master of this school you may make your own rules, but fortunately you are not and I am. So until I leave this school, if you arrive at the lesson after me you are late regardless of when I arrived. Understood?'
'But…'
'Shut up Harry,' Hermione whispered, 'Yes Sir I understand, I'm sorry I was late.'
The rest of the class followed in same manner and by the end of it they had lost 30 house points. Hermione was helping Neville again, whispering instructions to him out of the corner of her mouth, not realising that Snape was watching her.
Hermione had walked in right behind him, he knew he shouldn't have yelled at her but he had to do it in order to keep up appearances. Now Severus sat and watched her as she worked, ignoring the fact that she was helping Longbottom again. He got up to patrol the room, insulting the Gryffindors while praising his own Slytherins.
'Sir,' Malfoy's voice rang across the room, 'Granger is helping Longbottom again. Isn't this and individual assignment.'
'You are correct Draco it is,' Snape said, '10 points from Gryffindor and detention tonight, maybe this time we will get it through to you not help Longbottom, Hermione.'
Shit I called her by her name, quick think of an insult before anyone notices.
'But I'd be surprised if we can get anything through that busy hair of yours. You will be here at 8 tonight.'
Good cover I hope she didn't notice.
And with that he dismissed the class and went to lunch.
As Hermione sat down to lunch with her friends, she picked up a book and began to read while eating, or at least this was what Ron and Harry though she was doing. In actual fact she was avoiding conversation with them. She was feeling confused about something but hadn't had a chance to think abut it since she had been late for class and didn't have time to reflect on it then. But now she had an hour before having to go to Ancient Runes, so she used this time to go over the reason she had been late for potions in the first place.
She had gone to bed fairly late, she had been revising for Transfiguration. She had fallen to sleep easily last night and had a fairly peaceful night, and she had started to dream. It wasn't the content of the dream that bothered her so much after all she was 17; those kinds of dreams were expected. No it was who the dream was about. She tried to remember the exact details of the dream.
She was sat in the potions classroom working on an assignment for Snape. She had just bottled up the last of the potion when Snape came up behind her and span her around to face him. He lowered his face to hers and paused, as if asking her permission. And then she leant forward and pressed her lips to his. It started gentle and then as the passion between them flared it became more heated until clothes were tossed aside. He lowered her to his desk and started to kiss his way down her body. She shivered with excitement but then heard a door bang and woke up.
Of course she had woken up and realised she was late for potions. The one lesson she did not want to attend this morning, so soon after that dream. She had to admit it was a good dream and she would have liked to see where it had led. She was at first disgusted with herself for having dreamt such things about the greasy git of a potions master. After all this was Snape, evil bastard of Hogwarts and bane of all students' existence. But after watching him during the lesson she found herself less and less disturbed by the idea. He wasn't a regular pretty boy but he had the tall, dark and mysterious thing going for him. She didn't know exactly when she decided that she liked him but she had known that she know longer hated him for some time. In fact she respected him, but after everything he had done for the order during the war who couldn't respect him, it was his information that enabled Harry to know how to kill Voldemort. By the end of lunch she decided that he was indeed an attractive man and the idea of being with him was actually quite appealing.
As she walked to her lesson she decided that these recently discovered feelings should be kept to herself for the time being. After all Harry and Ron wouldn't like the idea too much but the thought that Snape might discover the feelings that Gryffindor's insufferable know-it-all harboured for him was not one she welcomed. If he ever found out it would be disastrous. She could imagine it now, he would sneer and then
'50 points form Gryffindor for having ideas above your station you stupid little girl.'
No he would never find out. No one would ever know about this crush. But even though Hermione knew she couldn't touch, she decided that there was no harm in looking.
