Sorry it took me so long to update…I had the flu

Chapter 4

It was Thursday night, and Hermione was lying wide awake in bed. It had been two days since the "incident". She hadn't told anyone, not even her best friends. She was so confused, she didn't understand. Yes, she may have admitted to having a tiny crush on her professor, but still, she was extremely confused to why she had even, dare she say it, liked kissing him.

Hermione rolled over and looked out the window. She figured she should try and at least get some sleep. She tried to clear her thoughts, and after a few minutes, drifted off to sleep.

After what seemed like five minutes later, someone was shaking her.

"Hermione, wake up", whispered Lavender Brown, one of the girls in Hermione's year that she shared the six year girls dormitory with.

Hermione groaned and rolled over, only to be greeted by a very bright sun shining through the window.

She got up and put on her school robes. She went to her mirror and tried to comb her bushy brown hair, clearly fighting a losing battle.

Entering the Great Hall for breakfast, she sat down next to Ron and began buttering a piece of toast. Looking around for Harry, she spied him talking to Loretta. Glancing at the Head Table, she saw the teachers, one of which was staring at her with his black eyes. Hermione caught him looking at her, and quickly looked away.

"What's wrong Hermione?" asked Ron

"Um, Nothing"

"Are you sure? You look worried about something"

" Yes, Ron, I'm fine "

"Hey Guys" Harry had come back to the Gryffindor table. " Hey, why's Snape staring at you?"

"How do you know he's staring at me?" said Hermione

" He's looking right at you"

"I don't know," said Hermione, annoyed. She knew why he was staring at her. He was probably furious with her.

"Maybe he staring at that blob of jelly on your face" said Harry

"Huh?" said Hermione

" Right there" said Harry, taking his knife that he had been using to spread jelly on his toast and flinging the remainder of it at Hermione, where it landed on her cheek.

" Harry!" she screamed, but she was laughing. So was everybody else.

She wiped the jelly off her face and walked to her first class with Ron and Harry, which was Transfiguration.

Three classes later, and much to Hermione's dismay, she was making her way down the stairs to the Dungeons.

After explaining the day's potion and stalking back to his desk, Snape sat down and began to grade papers. After a while though, that began to bore him, so he debated on whether to get up and go criticize the potion making, but he was still embarrassed about the incident with Miss Granger, and, intimidating as he was, he was to embarrassed to go near her.

Groaning, he got up anyway. Walking around the room and barking the usual, " You have the nerve to call that a potion" speech, he came to the side of the room that Miss Granger was on, and stopped.

She was helping that idiotic boy again! He couldn't believe it. Would she ever learn? He thought to himself.

He went up behind her, and cleared his throat loudly, making her jump.

"Miss Granger," he began, with a bored expression on his pale face, " did you not learn your lesson the first time about helping Longbottom here?"

"But Profess-" she began

" Detention," he interrupted.

"But-"

"Silence!"

He stalked back to his desk, sitting down and putting his head down.

I shouldn't have given her detention, I didn't even hear her giving him directions, they could have just been talking. Chances are she was, know-it-all that she is. Am I looking for reasons to give her detention, to spend time with her? No! She deserves it.

Rolling his eyes, he stood up told the class time was up, and to fill their flasks with their potion and put it on his desk.

Hermione did what she was told, but had Harry take her flask up, she was too angry to go near him. How dare he give her detention. She hadn't been helping Neville. Yes, he had asked her for help, but she had been telling him to leave her alone, when Snape came up behind her.

She also didn't want to go because she was still recovering, from the "incident." She didn't want to face him after that quite yet.

She was eating lunch in the Great Hall when Ginny sat down next to her.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Nothing, I just got detention with Snape again, but this time I didn't deserve it. I don't want to go. I'm still embarrassed." The last three words slipped out before she could catch herself

"What?" said Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the same time.

"Um, nothing. I meant to say that I was still um, angry. Yea, angry"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged, figuring she was telling the truth. Ginny however, wasn't falling for it. When Hermione got up from the table to leave, Ginny followed her.

"Hermione" she called.

" What?"

"Is something going on?" Something we should know about?"

" No, why?"

" Because you said you were still embarrassed, meaning that something happened."

" I told you that I didn't mean to say that."

"Yea sure, my empty headed brother and Harry may have fallen for that, but I haven't"

Hermione sighed. She did want to tell somebody, she might as well tell one of her close friends.

"okay" she said

They walked back to Gryffindor Tower and went up to Hermione's dormitory, where the two girls sat down on the bed

" Okay, when I had detention the first time, I fell asleep, and Snape put me to bed, in his bed"

Ginny looked shocked

" It gets worse. I guess I must have forgotten my notebook, because he called me to his desk at the end of class to give it to me. He called me back, and I turned around just as he stood up an- and-

" Yea?" said Ginny, impatiently.

"Well we ended up kissing. Accidentally, of course"

"HOLY SHIT! You kissed Professor Snape?"

"Yea……"

"So that's what you're embarrassed about?"

Yes, and well…. Gin, you have to promise that what I have and am about to tell you never leaves this room."

" Yes, of course"

" Well see, for some odd reason, i've always had a tiny crush on him. I don't know why, I just do. And well, when we kissed, I- well, I didn't hate it…"

Ginny let out a squeal of delight

"Hermione, you've found someone!"

"No, Gin, I haven't. He's a Teacher. I am a Student. It can't happen. I'm not sure I would want it to happen if it could. Besides, he seemed furious when it happened, and why in the world would he want me?"

" Because you beautiful and smart and funny and-"

" No I am not beautiful or funny, and smart never gets you anywhere with men."

" You are beautiful. I would give anything to have the curves that you do. And as for funny, you make everyone laugh."

Hermione sighed. Although very modest, she had to admit, she had grown a lot since her first year, when she was very short and scrawny. She was now tall and had curvy hips and breasts, her stomach flat. Her hair was still bushy, but not as bad as it had previously been years before.

"okay Ginny, maybe your right, but he'd never want me. I have to go, I have class."

Ginny sat there for a while after Hermione left, thinking. She was pretty good with matchmaking, maybe she could make this work. Christmas break was coming up in about a week, and she knew that Hermione was staying at Grimmauld Place, along with her, Harry, and Ron. The rest of her family would be there, seeing as it was there residence now that it was not safe for her family to be living where Voldemort and his followers knew where they lived. They were considered blood traitors, and You-Know-Who and his pure blood followers would love to get their hands on the Weasleys. She figured that the rest of the Order, including Snape would be there. She might as well use that time of Hermione and Snape being close while not in school wisely, thought Ginny. This will be my best match yet!"

Well, theres chapter four. Wonder what Ginny's plans are…? I'll try and get chapter five up soon.