All she could see was the exquisite pained expression that appeared on his face each time she brushed his translucent skin. It made her seek more. That black hair that many had called grimy was smooth and glistened like feathers. It filled her hands. She pushed a lock of it behind his ear only to see it fall back onto his high cheekbones that framed his face. With his dark hair, eyes like coal rimmed with a light purple and prominent nose he seemed like some elegant bird. She felt as if she were messing with nature by touching something so rare. She feared that he might fly away if she played too much. Suddenly, she felt a calloused hand in her curls. It was as if the strands of hair were strings on her heart. The movement sent shivers down her spine. Her mouth curled upwards. When she opened her eyes, she could see him looking deep within hers, searching for something. Her heart dropped when she realized it wasn't her he was seeing. She would make him see her. She was here now and she would make her presence known. She held his square jaw and met her lips with his, letting him taste what she had to offer. Then he pulled away and his expression shifted from hurt to the blank serious face she had seen daily in class. "Stop. Hermione. Please."
Her heart told her no but her mind still held the mentality of the good student that she was. Abruptly, recall came bubbling up within her. Starting in her stomach ending with a lump in her throat. That was right, she was feeling the effects of a love potion and exacting its actions on Professor Snape. She placed herself on her hands and knees and stared hard at the floor in confusion and embarrassment. Tears welled up in her eyes. Now she was the one searching for something that wasn't there. An escape.
Severus had come to realize too that the potion was wearing off and the girl before him was ashamed. Who wouldn't be, she had kissed him, after all. But, he had taught her. That was what he sought out to accomplish. Correct? He decided to start the conversation. "I believe you are better now, Miss Granger?" Her face was stilled turned to the ground.
She could hear his question though she didn't know how to respond. She had just done something way out of line. Worse yet, she had done something she couldn't inform Ron or Harry of. This secret- who knew how long it would eat at her for. She cursed herself for making such a stupid mistake. As she despaired, she remembered the feeling of his rough lips on hers and her heart beat faster. Was she still feeling the effects? She looked up at her professor just to make sure. He was staring blankly back at her, just like he always had. At least he wasn't effected…
Her doe eyes confused him. What was she seeking? Reprimand? Something else? He couldn't place his mind on it and this confounded him. He could understand logic and potions, but emotions- they frustrated him. So he took the easy way out, as he often had. "Back to your dorm Miss Granger." She flinched out of a daze. "Now!" He commanded. She was up on her feet running for the door. Before he blinked, she was gone. Along with all of the warmth in the room.