Authors Note: This will be 18 chapters. I hope you like it. Thanks for the follows.
Hermione had been in the damn castle for a week now and the only dreams she could find was of her and her professor, Severus Snape. They were the most sexual dreams she had ever had and the bad thing was he was here. He was at Hogwarts along with all the other staff. She knew on more than one occasion she blushed in his presence. She even was daydreaming of him at dinner. She could see the Professor in her dreams, he wasn't much different than the actual Professor Snape. He was nicer though more charming, romantic. Hermione could imagine the soft lips he had but the hard calloused hand he must have. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about how he would touch her. She had to stop there; she couldn't do this in the great hall. There were way too many people and Professor Snape was only a few meters from her. After all, she was staff now and they were all sitting at one table. Hermione's mind moved to other things, school, life, and finally the thing she came so early for, her lost parents. She never did go and get them. She remembered Christmas 3 years ago when they got her a rare book she had wanted. She remembered the vacation to Ireland and she remembered her parent's smiles, love, and support.
She remembered the day she took all those memories away from them. With all those thoughts she forgot she was in the presence of so many, and tears were cascading down her face. Before anyone could realize she quickly got up and left, a few people looked at her for a second then back at their meal but she could feel eyes staring at her. For split second right before she reached the exit she looked back up to see Snape's eyes watching hers. "Shit," She said out loud.
She found her way up to the empty library. Her knees to her chest in a chair as she tried to take deep breathes. That was until she heard the door open. Her breath became frantic before her was Minerva. "Miss Granger, Hermione, are you alright my dear?" Minerva ask.
"Sorry I was just thinking, about me, about my parents.' She said with a slightly faltered tone.
"You want them back don't you?" Minerva asked.
"I do." Hermione confirmed.
"Well let me see what we can do" smiled.
Hermione simply shook her head. She knew it would be hard to restore the memories she locked deep away in their minds. Even if she can't do it, she has to at least know if they are safe. If the spell can't be reversed she still wants to make sure they're alive. She grabbed 3 books with the tears coming out of her eyes she wrote notes hoping that she could see them, to see her parents once more. Hermione stayed half the night in the library until she found herself dosing off she put the books back in there proper place and went to the tower to get some sleep, She couldn't imagine that this may be the last time she went up to the tower for sleep. Her rooms should be ready any day now. When she arrived at her bed sleep didn't come to her and she was unsure why, so she went down to the lake and there she saw Severus looking out into its distance. She didn't mean to intrude but she needed this. She needed something to sleep other than a potion. She stepped on a pile of leaves that crunched at her feet and he quickly had his wand pointed at her.
Realizing she scared him she quickly said something. "Sorry Professor it's just me," Hermione said.
Severus said nothing turning to leave. "Please stay," Hermione said.
She hadn't meant to say it, it was a thought that she somehow let come out of her mouth by mistake. Professor Snape then turned back looking at the lake and she too with no other words stared at off into the distance. After several quiet minutes, she began looking more at her surroundings. She had been there a hundred times before. It felt odd though being in the presence of Professor Snape and not her friends or just alone in general. She knew that they would be here soon enough. Well some of her friends, not her best friends, this was going to be a long year. She knew she wouldn't be alone and she felt a few tears slide down her cheeks. She let them slide she didn't want to move more than needed. She didn't want him to know she was upset and she surely didn't want him to ask questions, not that he would. The more she stayed on that thought of Severus Snape talking to her the more she thought of how close he was to her and the dreams she was avoiding. She thought it was rather ironic that she was trying to avoid him in sleep but wanted him to stay with her when she was awake. And she began to giggle.
"What is so funny Miss Granger?" Snape hissed.
Hermione knew she couldn't tell him the truth but, she didn't know what to say. "I was just thinking professor; I do it too much sometimes." Severus turned to her, her face no longer held a smile but he could see the tear's tracts down her cheek and realized she must be thinking of a lot of things juggling emotions like that. He found himself curious as to what her thoughts were but didn't look into her mind. He was done with finding out too much information. He knew not of her abilities. So he didn't want to try and unlock something or try to get in and get caught. Instead, he stood there.
"That you do Miss Granger, as do I.," he said.
Hermione knew it was the truth. She knew that they both had so much thought process and she knew of his good deeds before and during the war. Voldemort had tried to kill him with that damn snake but Severus knew of the plan and took anti-venom every day during the actual battle. He passed out with the loss of blood but survived, No one expected that he was trying to save himself. Hermione looked over Snape's body ogling him almost but he said nothing to her when their eyes made contact with one another. Hermione thought she should be frozen and scared of his eyes. But she wasn't, in fact, she was intrigued more than anything. She had seen them several times in his class but they were cold and empty. In her dreams, his eyes were fiery passionate lusty all most. Now after they were in a private setting they were warm full of what, she was unsure, it wasn't anger or a happiness she assumed a contentment. She let him stare into her eyes knowing he could read her mind with one silent word but she trusted him. Hermione knew how to hide what she didn't want him to see. She broke her gaze because out of the corner of her eye she saw him clutching a book. It was muggle which didn't really surprise her but the fact it was a fiction did and the fact of what it was greatly done. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. She smiled it was her favorite movie as a child and when she was 9 she got the book and read. She was, of course, disappointed that Dorthy's shoes in the book were silver, not red but all the extra that was in the book compared to the movie made her want to read more. She read it when she believed that witches and wizards were a fairy tale. When she was unaware she was a witch herself. She remembered thinking too, that all witches were bad and the Good Witch of the North and South were a new concept to her. If only she knew then that wizards and witches were real.
"That book was the first time I'd heard of good witches, unknowingly that I was one, well I guess I'm one, I mean I think I'm still a good one." Hermoine said.
Severus was confused by the young women's babbling until it hit him he had the book he just finished reading secured under his arm. Then processed what she said. She thought she was still a good witch, why would she ever think otherwise. Then it hit him for the first time. She wasn't an innocent, not anymore, she had probably killed more people in the last year than most anyone he knew. He thought how she has been of age for a while now, she has probably had her share of men, not that she was a slut but, she was a young woman of age who had probably mastered that as well as everything else she had ever done. She was always wise beyond her years and when he looked into her eyes again he could see she was a woman, not a school girl anymore. Even though she was there as a helper of sorts he still viewed her as a child until now. She didn't need to be here helping, she should be off doing something great, she could have gotten O's in her Newts at 5th year. She was there for herself now, the first year she was really there for herself only, not Ron and Harry or the Order, just for herself. It was about time she stopped martyring herself for the cause. Then he scoffed at himself 'what a hypocrite' he thought. He had done it a lot longer than she had, but he wouldn't have it another way it was how his life was to play out. Now he wasn't sure what role he was to play. But right now he was lost in her eyes and his own thought. Finally, he got enough sense to speak.
"I knew I was always a wizard even though I grew up muggle, this book makes me remember this world is completely different than theirs. We are in the land of OZ an unknowing place by most, we are not on a map. We all need to find something here but in the end, we knew it all along. Just like you know Miss Granger, you are a good witch." Severus said.
Hermione smiled and suddenly yawned. "I should get to bed professor Good night." Hermione wished.
"Good night Miss Granger." Professor Snape said as he watched the young women step through the grounds of the school. Severus stayed a few moments longer and he himself decided it was time for bed.
Hermione reached her bed, one of the few that occupied the tower. She laid there and thought 'Why did Snape make me laugh. It was really cute he was reading The Wizard of Oz. I can't believe we actually got along so well tonight, and he actually told me good night.'
Hermione ended her thoughts of the night and thought about her ever-growing dreams of being with him. She saw both of them once again at the lake but this time they were talking potions. He was really engaged in the conversation and then it happened, he kissed her and she didn't back away she leaned into his kiss. He was utterly smooth despite his look. He held her there for what felt like forever.
The next day came quickly to Hermione with no more dreams of the one and only Severus Snape. She got up went to breakfast and planned out her day, she would study some charms and write a letter to Harry and then Ron. Ginny would also get a letter but a detailed one of what happened the night before. She couldn't wait until Ginny would get to Hogwarts. That was about a month and two weeks away. The day was spent making last-minute repairs and seeing if any of the professors needed help, as soon as dinner was over she was relieved the day was over.
Hermione felt herself once again elude sleep. She walked back to the lake with a small hope the professor would be there. When she reached the lake she was alone and couldn't help but feel a little lonely. She sat there a few moments thinking about the night before and the letters she sent out that day. She wasn't quite sure if she was ready to leave this place she had come to love if the time came and they ask her too. She then walked quietly to a large rock on the grounds deciding it would be a good spot to read. When she got up to the top she realized how lucky being about 10 feet off the ground was.
She could now easily peer into what must have been Snape's new chambers. He was in a lovely blue chair reading, no surprise. He was relaxed she could tell by how he was in his chair. Then the show began. He got up and walked over to his bedroom which was the next window over. She knew she should look away or at least hide but she was too nervous to move. She wanted more than anything to see him take off those robes she has always seen him in, and he did. He took the robes off showing a tight black t-shirt and black pants. He next took off the black t-shirt and Hermione felt her desire. She knew she would more than likely die if he caught her watching him. She didn't care now, she was too intrigued by his body. The new pale skin she had never seen before had scars up and down it. She could tell from the perch she was on that some of his scars were rather large but it didn't take away from his looks. She then watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing Slytherin green boxers that made her pupils dilate just a little. He quickly ended her little show though by putting on a night robe and Hermione groaned in frustration.
There was no way she would focus on the book she was going to read. There was no way she could ever focus her eyes on him again, let alone the book. This was bad, really bad for Hermione. She knew she shouldn't have peaked. She shouldn't have plunged into the deepest, wettest, hottest, sexist. NO! she had to stop thinking that way! Amazing, most scary pool of her life!. Uh, the thought just couldn't be put away and for a few seconds, she honestly thought she was losing it. Hermione Granger thought she may have just gone mental.
She took a deep breath climbed down the small rock and went back to her bed. She now would definitely not sleep tonight. All she could think is how dirty she was for looking. She was like a peeping tom. She was a spy, much like Professor Snape was during the war. For some reason that made her feel a bit better about herself. She really hadn't meant for it to happen but she just couldn't look away. She was never telling anyone of this, not even Ginny! She knew the walls could talk and ghosts of the past wandered around she prayed a painting didn't see or maybe even an elf. She was now paranoid. If she could just sleep and forget this whole thing ever happened it would be great. She slowly drifted off in a fit before her energy faded and slipped into her dream world.