Hermione woke up into pitch darkness. She wondered what time it was. She sat up, and it came to her that she didn't remember going back to Gryffindor Tower
Shit, I must still be in Snape's dungeons.
Casting a "Lumos" spell with her wand, she looked around the room. She noticed that she was in Professor Snape's bed, and wondered where he was. She didn't have to look very far; he had set up a cot right next to the bed, and was fast asleep. Quietly, she got up and went back to Gryffindor Tower. Luckily, everyone else was asleep. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, wondering why her Professor hadn't woken her up.
Hermione was heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast a few minutes after she had climbed into her own bed. She sat down beside Harry and Ron and started to eat.
" How was detention?" said Harry
" Fine" replied Hermione
" How long did the greasy git make you stay?"
"Oh, till around eleven."
They finished their breakfast in silence. Hermione wondered why she had lied to Harry and Ron and told him the truth, that she had fallen asleep and Snape had put her to bed. She figured it was because Ron was sitting there, and it was common knowledge that Ron had liked Hermione ever since their Fourth year. She didn't think that he would like the fact that she had slept Snape's bedroom. Let alone any man, for that matter, but especially Snape.
When breakfast was over, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked to there first class, which was unfortunately Potions. She stood beside her cauldron and waited for directions. Professor Snape stood up, tucked a strand of greasy, raven hair behind his ear, and pointed to the board.
"Today you will be brewing a Silencing Draft. Get to work."
"Oh and Miss Granger", he continued coldly, " I should like to see you after class."
The end of class came, much to Hermione's dismay, and she gathered her things and walked up to the front of the room.
"Miss Granger" he said, holding out her notebook, " I would appreciate it if in the future you would not leave your things in my classroom."
"Sorry Professor" said Hermione, and she turned to leave.
"Oh and Miss Grang-"
Hermione had backed up and turned around just as Snape had stood up. They found themselves with there lips together.
Hermione pulled away and turned red. Snape looked furious, but strangely, she looked into his eyes and saw something that was not fury, not even anger. But she couldn't put her finger on it.
" I apologize, Miss Granger."
" That's okay, Sir," replied Hermione, as she turned and ran out of the classroom.
Once out in the hallway, Hermione caught her breath. What had just happened? And most of all, she had an even bigger question, one that couldn't be answered……
Why had she not hated it?
Inside the Potions classroom, an embarrassed and furious Professor paced the room. What had happened? What if somebody had seen? He sat in his chair and put his head down. He didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't overly repulsed. He was disgusted with himself. She is an annoying, know-it-all sixth year brat, Yes Severus, she maybe of age, but she is your Student!
But kissing her brought on a feeling that he had not felt in a long time, not since his last relationship, with Bellatrix Lestrange. And then there was that thing with Lucius Malfoy, but he didn't want to think about that right now. Or ever, for that matter.
Whatever the matter, it was not like he could do anything about it. He had a reputation to uphold, being a nasty, greasy old Potions Professor. Imagine the scandal if that one got out. NO NO NO! I can't believe I'm even considering it!