A Toast to Death

Disclaimer: None of it is mine- it all belongs to J.K. Rowling, only what you don't know is my creation.

Hermione Granger is facing her last year at Hogwarts. As the last battle between good and evil begins, she finds herself falling for Professor Snape, but she must keep her feelings hidden at all costs. What she doesn't know is that Severus is having the same feelings. Will love find a way between these unlikely two, or will death come first?

Chapter two- Hidden Feelings

"Damn the girl for catching me staring at her again. I swear, I need to stop. I shouldn't ever have these feelings for a student, especially her.

"Why must I always be the one protecting the "golden trio" and no one else, who, oh I don't know, actually likes them? Despicable, really!

"Only if she knew I had the same feelings for her, but I know to well that the outcome of our relationship would likely be disastrous. We would both be hurt and never recover."

I had to smile to myself at the thought of pursuing a relationship with the elusive Hermione Granger, although if someone was looking they would think it's more of a frown.

"At her "more chance of Voldemort being my father" comment, I inwardly laughed. To have feelings for a student, one I am supposed to despise nonetheless, is strictly forbidden in my career. I have heard stories where students and teachers fell in love though, which instantly piqued my interest.

"This was a laughable concept, however, for who could ever love a cold-hearted bat like myself? I had hoped Hermione could look over my exterior for she has everything I want in a woman. She's smart, kind and has a good head on her shoulders, unlike some of these dunder heads I teach, whose heads are full of nonsense.

"I must stop trying to read her mind before she catches on or better yet before the boy-wonder tells her I can. Either way, a relationship is beyond anything I want to happen. Love can cost you your life and that is something I can ill-afford. If Voldemort ever found out I harbored a desire for the "mud-blood", he would not only torture her to get to me but would kill us both, enjoying both acts. "