Chapter 9

Her room had been fixed but they didn't want to take any chances as he escorted her to the dungeons. He sneered at the thought of having to put up with her for a while until things cooled off, he just wanted ignore her and go back to the things he usually did. She made him weak and he hated the feeling. He couldn't think clearly when she was around. But he was thankful that Dumbledore had suggested it at least with him she would not be harmed he could protect her.

He still blamed himself for the night before he should have been there earlier for her to save her from those injuries maybe if he had been there sooner she might not of had to kill that man.

She was especially silent as they walked from the warm upper levels to the chilling deep murky dungeons that most children had nightmares about but she was un-fazed. As if she was in her own world, that no one could touch. She was tired; shopping really took a lot out of her.

It was one of the things he admired about her, her will to let no one bring her down, she was strong stronger than what she led people to believe. He knew that some how under the tough exterior she was a little weak the only thing you had to do was dig and you would find it. He wanted to be able to do that to her to make her weak. Show her how unintelligent he could make her.

Remembering the first day, he had her in potions he knew right away that she would be important her willingness to please was astounding. Nevertheless, he knew if he wanted her to turn out right, he couldn't puppy her she had to be strong. Maybe one day he would tell her is excuses for being mean and cruel, but for now things could be kept secret. No one could ever know that he actually cared about his students, what everyone would say. They wouldn't be able to believe it.

Hermione

She was in her own mind; she thought of the dress she bought never before had she seen something so beautiful and the mask so precise so delicate a woman would go crazy for it. However, not her, she smiled and paid for it with her own money a discount on it helped her smile even more. In the end she knew it was all going to be worth it to see his face when she wore it, would be good enough for her.

They stopped before a portrait she looked at the man as it swung open. The smug face of Salazar Slytherin was who she faced giving her a smile no a smirk Slytherins weren't capable of smiling it wasn't in their genes, but was she sure before she could look at him more she was pushed into the room.

She held in the gasp as she looked around the room, greens were everywhere she could have guessed that. The warmth though caught her off guard the welcoming scent of burning wood spread through her. Who would have thought that a room in the dungeon so unlike his classroom was incredibly warm?

"This is the sitting room, and I have a select number of books," he said plainly as if this was the last thing that he wanted to do right now. She had just nodded at the books she wasn't interested in them now she wanted to see the rest of the rooms, just to see if they were as beautiful as this one. She loved the green, she never really understood why she liked green it just seemed so much nicer than red.

She followed him into another room and did gasp, as she looked at it the humongous bed that took up much of the room. It looked so welcoming the cool silky green sheets. The impulse to run and jump on it and curl under those covers was over whelming. But were was the other bed, there had to be another one.

"We will share the bed and trust me it is big enough we don't have to worry about bumping into each other," he said snidely she just ignored him as she looked. So captivated that he the dingbat greasy old bastard lived in the place that looked like a loving daring and sexy man stayed not him. That could not be him, or was it under that hard exterior.

She glanced at him again, as he placed her bags with the others; she studied him while he wasn't looking. Long legs, powerful she some how knew under those pants, his hair was shiny not greasy hanging around his face; she wanted to desperately to drag her hands through it. However, those eyes were something to die for, so beautiful a woman lost she peered into them. Yes, he was a loving daring and sexy man, which she couldn't have.

What man would want her, no man had before so why would she think so now. Yes, she had had fun with Victor not even a chaste kiss was present as their relationship was platonic, and only friendly letters passed. She had given Harry and Ron kisses on the cheek but never had she been gifted with a kiss. So desperately, now she craved it to be commanded by this man to be driven to the brink, to forget about the consequences and just live in the moment. However, her thoughts were interrupted as he turned and fixed a gaze at her she blushed and looked away. She had to stop getting caught all the time she was terrible for it. She just lost track of time.

Snape

Had she been looking at him or something else in the room, he swore when he had turned she had been staring intently at him. She had to have been because she turned beat red when he turned and saw her. No woman would like him not matter how much younger he got; she was just surprised he was letting her stay there yes that was it had to be. Nevertheless, some how he got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever she looked at him, what was that?

Drawn out of his thoughts he watched as she hesitantly went to the bed and felt the silk. He watched her whole body settle, she was tired he knew it. He could feel the vibes of exhaustion coming from you.

"This is your wardrobe," he said pointing to the one that had just been put in beside his.

"Sleep your clothes will be put away, I will wake you for supper in an hour," he said to her as he stood there she looked back and nodded. He watched her slip into the bed from his side, it was his and she was there in his covers sleeping on his pillow. He wasn't angry not at all; he didn't know what he was right now but he better find it out marking papers. He left her there in her clothes.

As soon as she heard the door close behind him she stripped off her clothes and threw them on the ground wearing panties and her bra she let the cool sheets over whelm her into a deep sleep. She felt so tired, so drained; dreams of him filled her head as she thought over that day.

His ring still on her hand looked beautiful so green and vibrant, perfect. The picture of him finally made her drift off.

Hours later he stared down at her from his position beside the bed. She looked like an angel. She lay there on her back her arm flung by her head as the other rested on her stomach. Peeking from the covers her new bra teased him encasing her breasts like an offering. Her cheeks were flushed and her once rat nest hair waved around her, making her look like a deep dream. The sight of the ring on his hands sent a smile to his face. He didn't really know why he made her wear it. It stopped men from looking to much and women bothering him and it just looked so right on her hand.

Her lips slightly open enticed him tremendously. It had been more than an hour since he left her and now he couldn't bring himself to wake her she looked so happy asleep so peaceful like nothing could touch her in her mind. Therefore, he left her there and would wake her later to eat.

She roused, it was so dark she couldn't see anything, grabbing the sheet she tied it around herself her clothes were gone so she etched to the door, a house-elf must of come in to clean. The she remembered what she promised herself when she had been in the library. If she made it through it, she would kiss Snape and tell him how much she loved him. Blushing she pushed through the door.

He sat there over his desk writing as she stood at the door, he looked so perfect. Little bags showed under his eyes that made him even more appealing. She could stand there forever watching him work. The way he swore under his breathe every now and again when he came across a terrible paper.

He heard a sound and his head shot up, she stood there to innocent to pure standing by the door holding the sheet around her, smiling.

"Hello professor," she said silkily as she came forward, he gulped as he watched the sway of her hips the shift of the sheet, he was becoming hard within seconds, but luckily, his robes hid most of it.

She didn't even realize what she was doing to him as she sat in the chair across from his desk and looked at him. Her stomach rumbled.

"Hungry?" he asked trying to keep his voice even, she nodded. With a wave of his hand food, was on the desk in front of her she smiled and dug in.

Watching her eat the potatoes was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Finally, when she had finished her main course dessert came and he couldn't take it anymore he was about to burst. She had strawberries and whip cream, she bite into each one so delicately, he felt himself ready to come.

He was glad when she finally finished and with a wave of her hand sent it to the kitchen, still her sheet hung around her. She looked around like a curious kitten so pure and perfect. Did she know that curiosity killed the cat, she was so naïve sometimes?

"Professor," she said getting up, getting up as well he watched as she came closer to stand in front of him. She fidgeted with the top of the sheet, as if she was nervous.

"Yes Ms.Granger," he asked turning in his seat to face her.

"I promised myself something in the library," she said blushing still trying not to meet his eye.

"What would that be?" he asked trying to control the sudden urge to grab her throw everything off his desk and ravish her. He stood up to stand in front of her. He made her even more nervous he knew that when he towered above her. She glanced up at him her eyes were uncertain.

"That if I survived I would…" she stopped though she couldn't' say it.

"Do what," he asked wanting to probe her head shot up and a look like none he had ever seen crossed her features one of intent.

"This," she breathed before she leaned up and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was so soft he barely had time to react before she was pulling away. She blushed a deep red as she realized what she had done she never reacted on her instincts when it came to relationships she always did the logical thing but now she just did the most illogical thing ever, she kissed her potions professor.

She couldn't believe she just did it. She couldn't look at him he would make fun off her because she had no experience kissing at all. Turning on her heel she ran like a scared cat, but she didn't care she had to drown in the humiliation away from him.

He stood there transfixed, never had such a simple inexperienced kiss moved him so much, and he felt the room tilt. He touched his lips and smiled a first smile in a long time. He had been shocked yes when she had leaned up to kiss him. But he wished now that he had reacted faster to wrap his arms around her and deepen the kiss.

SHE HAD KISSED HIM!

Him an overgrown greasy bat that was a pompous ass.

Joy filled him but he remembered the look she had given him as she ran from the room, she was scared. In addition, why had she made that promise to herself?

Hermione, hit her self over the head as she sat on the bed, she had been so stupid. He would know immediately that she was so inexperienced, laugh at her, and haunt her until the day she died for having a crush on him. Flopping onto the bed, she undid the covers and slipped in unraveling the sheets around her, drifting to sleep again this time not hungry and extremely humiliated. What would she do now she would have to ignore him completely? She would pretend to be asleep when he came in again so that she wouldn't have to face him. What she had done would haunt her for forever, she tried to imagine what he thought of her now.

Sitting back down at his desk confused he leaned back smiling. He would give her sometime then talk to her. Yes that was his decision, with that in his head he grabbed another paper. But thoughts of the kiss still drifted into his head.

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