Chapter 5

He was proven wrong yet again, and pinching himself hard he couldn't believe it as she walked through the doors. She wore her school clothes and her hair was in a high pony tail and she had bangs. He could see the defiant jut of her chin as she walked in. Someone was definitely feeling cocky today, it was as if she was always testing the waters. He had never felt so angry, so happy that hes been in a while and so turned on and not able to do anything about it. Glancing at Dumbeldore he winked, and went back to his chat with Minerva, of course that man knew everything about everything there was no getting by him for a second. He was always concocting a plan to be taken place. Sometimes he wanted the man to chock on one of his lemon drops but other times he had thanked him for putting plans into action. Looking back at her, she was seated and looking straight at him, her eyes flashed in defiance. Never would he be so surprised of her. He saw the smirk that entered her features, before she sat and started talking with friends. She was there just to prove him wrong yet again, but felt a sense of accomplishment as he watched her put the fork in her mouth with food on it, at least he got her to eat. In a way he manipulated her he would have to do it more often now that he knew her reaction to it.

The food was welcoming maybe she had been wrong about not feeling like eating, but outside the hall she had debated with herself whether to go in and face that despicable man and prove him wrong or bow down and go back to the library. But her pride got the better of her as she walked in, she saw him almost immediately, but she looked away so as he would not see that she had been looking for him. She did not miss his look of surprise though, he probably and to pinch himself hard at the sight of her he was probably so surprised that she actually came.

Nevertheless, sitting down she looked up and smirked at him, she felt she had definitely surprised him this time. She felt happy to surprise him. Thinking to herself what she was happy to surprise him she sounded she didn't really know but she didn't like it.

As she rushed down to the dungeons, she was late, she shouldn't have talked with Harry and Ron about school but she thought they deserved some of her time since she had ignored them for forever. However, as she rushed into the class she stopped dead. The sight before her scared her almost more than she had ever been scared before. Upon her arrival the figures turned to look at her, sneering. Their eyes racked up and down her body sending shivers of disgust through her. She should have worn her heavy sweater but instead came in her school clothes. They all looked older what Snape had been before, Severus glanced at her well more like glared at her for walking in at this moment. She saw the look in his eyes and it spoke louder than words.

'You stupid girl never just run into the room check with your wand for dark magic you idiot'

"Ah Ms. Granger late, gentlemen, if you can excuse me," Severus said standing up and walking to her, and standing beside her. His hand on her shoulder felt like he stated possession of her, her shoulder burned but she felt safe from them as long as he was there beside her.

The men all nodded and headed to the door nodding at her before leaving, she did not recognize them but she was sure they were all deatheaters. She felt like yelling at Severus then remembered he was indeed a spy and in order for him to do his job she had to get some looks that made her want to almost die she would do it. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get hurt or worse killed because of another stupid mistake she makes. When the door was successfully shut, she shuddered. Never before had she felt so dirty with just one look, from one of them but all of them she felt like crawling into a corner and crying. She hated every single one of them and they would get their just rewards, sooner or later. Right now she felt like she could take a long bath but she was not there to do that.

"Get to work," he ordered, as he walked back to his desk, Hermione just nodded. Shocked a little what had happened to the nicer person she knew he usually didn't snap at her or order her around with a tone like that. Reaching into her bag she pulled out the essay, they had been assigned and placed it in front of him before going to the supply closet to get ingredients etc.

Starting her fire, she started, making sure to keep her eyes away from him, as she added and stirred. Making a potion she forgot about her problems there was only the potion and it soothed her she wished she could do this for the rest of her life. Maybe she should open up a potions shop and live a content and happy life and leave all this war behind her. She loved making potions the simplicity of it the stirring and adding was like second nature to her. She could feel his eyes on her but she ignored him. If he was going to be a cold bastard, she could do it to.

He wanted her to look at him, he pleaded in his mind for her to look, but still she concentrated on her potion. Did she know that he was looking at her and acting cold or did she not realize or feel his intense stare?

Finishing the potion she started bottling them, counting them there was fifty, with her wand, the cauldron was clean and put back. Shoving the vials in a box, she walked over to his desk and placed them on it. She had her head down, so she was ignoring him and not very well.

"Ms. Granger," he said roughly, she looked up. He watched her tongue dart out to lick her top lip, heat rose and he gasped a little. His blood rushed to his groin at just her little movement. Did she not know that just little movements that she made sent a mans blood to boil. He felt jealousy fill him at the mans eyes on her. She had been so stupid she knew he was still spying she should have sensed all the dark magic in the room. She was still so naive it aggravated him greatly.

"Yes sir," she said.

"This is for you," he said kindly as he handed her an envelope, she grabbed it and opened it. She looked at it.

A note to Gringotts for 45 galleons, to be deposited in her account, and that she would be getting paid from the library in person, looking back at him she smiled. She had gotten her first real paycheck and she felt amazingly happy.

"Tomorrow we can start on Varitasyrum, so be ready here on time at six," he said coldly. She just nodded and grabbed her bag and left.

He was walking down the hallway by the library when he saw through the doors she was putting away books, and then he thought of something. With his wand, he cloaked himself. She would never see him, this would give him some time to just study her and see what she did.

She had the trolley with her crowded with books as she put them away. Some how she looked perfect with books. Just the way that she sometimes stopped to skim through books before setting them on the shelf. Handling them with care just like a newborn baby, it was indeed evident that she took care in everything that she did.

"Bludy wanker," she whispered to herself, he moved closer making sure he made no noise as she kept talking to herself. Her face was nice enough except for her puckering of the face as she spoke the next words.

"Fucking dig bat rude bastard," she murmured, putting more books away. She pulled at the collar of her shirt why was it so hot in here. Pulling off her sweater, she tossed it on the back of the trolley and unbuttoned her shirt a bit. How did it suddenly get so hot, she wondered, as she glanced around. There was no one there she was glad cause it was so hot she now wanted to take off her shirt.

His mouth dropped as she exposed more flesh to him. Her skin he imagined was smooth and creamy at her neck. The need to taste and devour overwhelmed him but gripping a certain part of his anatomy helped him from taking action.

Her shirt rose every time she placed a book on the shelf the sight of her belly button was driving him crazy. He watched as she reached into her backpack and pulled out a contraption and suddenly music was coming out of it.

Life is Short- Butterfly Boucher

He watched as her hips swayed to the music, and how she skipped sort of putting books away. She was beyond beautiful, a new side that no one saw, only him. The song went on but she stopped dancing as she sat down looking at a wall.

"How can he be so cold?" she asked herself, she shook her head and put away the rest of the books. She pushed him out of her mind as she put the rest of the books away. Snape quickly made his way out of the library, as she headed to the desk.

He walked back in uncloaked and stood as he watched her picking up an envelope thick and heavy and tuck it in her pocket. A smile of happiness filled her face.

"Ready," he said as she wiped around.

"You have to learn not to do that," she said gasping for air; he just popped in there. Just his presence made her feel hot, how was one man able to do that.

"Are you ready," he repeated she nodded. She took her usual spot at his side as they made their way through the dungeons.

"Sir can I ask you a question," Hermione asked.

"If you have to," he said.

"Why are you so mean to us," she asked, he looked at her, staring ahead and then looked ahead as well.

"Its just who I am," he said literally.

"I don't think you are a mean person you just make yourself look mean as a front," she said kindly, she had always believed that deep down he was an incredibly caring person and he just didn't know how to show it.

"Thanks," he said, shocked that she didn't remark saying something rude.

"I mean look at Harry everyone thinks he's the hero when in fact in third year he was afraid of the dark," she joked chuckling.

This time Severus joined in that was funny famous Potter afraid of the dark.

"What are you scared of Ms. Granger," he asked.

"People," she said as soft as a whisper.

"Can you explain further," he asked, as all they could hear was their footsteps as they made their way to the upper levels.

"I'm scared of people, I'm scared of talking to them, meeting them, touching them," she said blushing at her confession. She hadn't even told her friends of her fright how scared she had been when she first met them, and even know she was sometimes scared to talk to them but never Snape she felt at ease around him most of the time.

"That's interesting, so that's why you separate yourself from people you're scared of friendship, and…. Love,"He watched as she nodded. Her bangs swayed a little as she looked at the ground a bit.

"I've tried to get to know knew people its not as easy as I thought," she said chuckling," I hate talking with my friends, I enjoy talking with adults."

"Like me," he stated.

"Yes like you," she said looking side ways at him as he looked at her. He was a good 6 inches taller and she loved the dominance he commanded.

"I find talking with my friends boring, and since I'm just a little know it all adults don't really take me seriously, or at least not as much as I would like them to, so I spend my time reading hoping that someone will take off their blindfold and realized that I'm not a little girl anymore," she finished.

He chuckled," words spoken like an old maid."

They walked in silence occasionally catching some seventh year about together, sending them back to their dorm with fewer points and a detention or two. Finally when they made it to the forth floor they stopped at her portrait. Walking in he sat down; the fire was blazing as if it had been waiting for them.

She handed him his usual fire whiskey and sat beside him with her butter beer.

He watched her wince in pain.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"Just a stomach ache," she said shaking it off probably just something she ate. Her stomach sometimes acted weird when she hadn't eaten in awhile she usually just shook it off and got on. The pain never escalated. She sat beside him and took a sip of her butterbeer. Her stomach gave another lurch. He looked at the discomfort on her face.

Placing her hand on her stomach she tried to settle it calmly. Taking deep breathes she hoped that she would not throw up because that was just what she needed to impress him at the moment. But suddenly she threw the bottle down and raced from the room not knowing that her Potions Professor was right behind her.

He walked into the bathroom to see her lurched over the toilet spewing everything up. HE walked forward to tug her hair away from her face so it wouldn't be filled with her stomach contents. He sat beside her keeping her hair away as she dry heaved over and over again. The sound was making his own stomach lurch a bit such sickening sounds came from her it was as if she was throwing up her actual lung.

When she finally stopped, she looked at him. Her face was ghost white and her eyes were droopy.

"I don't' feel good," she said chuckling, he did as well.

"I wouldn't either if I brought up my whole stomach either, do you get sick like this a lot," he asked.

"No must have been something I ate," she said, she was tired, her face was damp. Before she knew it strong arms were around her and at the sink as he put mouthwash in her mouth she gurgled, the taste was immediately gone.

"Better," he asked, she just nodded. Grabbing her by the neck he tilted her head up to look into her eyes she could barely keep looking at him.

Her head was aching she felt like she couldn't move as if she was robbed of all her strength, there was a pain in her head so strong it made her wince when she tried to keep her eyes open. With one swing he was carrying her. She felt a deep blush rising as he held her so carefully, scared of her being dropped.

She was indeed lighter than he guessed, he just hoped she did not feel sick anymore. Setting her on her feet by her couch, he looked at her. Slowly stepping away she just stood there swaying a bit, what was wrong with him even as sick as can be and he found he wanted her. Being head girl she had a fireplace in her room, it was so beautiful. His presence in her room was unnerving and bothersome, maybe she would just ask him to take her to her room and leave her then she can rest and get better.

"I don't know why I feel like this," she said plainly, as she opened her eyes enough to looked at him silhouetted by the firelight, he looked so utterly irresistible right now. Then there was nothing as she fell forward, into something black, hard, yet soft and most definitely welcoming.

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