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Chapter 3

A few weeks passed them by. Hermione found herself very busy with all of her classes. She had way too many, but welcomed the challenge. She used her free time to brush up on a few old lessons from her old classes and notes. Finding this too hard, she focused on one subject only. She figured she would test out on one then move on to the next one.

Currently she was working on Herbology since it was hard to make it to her other classes with that one at such an odd time during the day. It was too close to her other classes, she had been late a few times due to it.

She was fairly confidant she could pass the test as it was, but wanted a little more time before she asked to test for it.

She ran into the potions class afraid she was running late. Quickly finding her seat and setting up before noticing she wasn't late, but was in fact, a good fifteen minutes early. The curious look on Snape's face was what tipped her off.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of you running in here like you're being chased by a troll?" He asked, his eyebrow lifting at her.

She blushed. "Sorry sir, I thought I was running late. I know how much you hate tardiness."

He stared at her, feeling annoyed that again he noticed how pretty she was. "I should take points away for your blatant disregard of the no running in the halls rule."

She swallowed nervously, but held her head up high. If he took points away there wasn't anything she could do about it, but she refused to show him any fear. She waited but he merely stared at her.

He noticed her nervousness, before it vanished with her stubborn chin going up in the air. He fought a smirk at her. He didn't know how or why, but she didn't seem to fear him anymore. He wasn't sure he liked that at all. None the less, it did take courage to not show fear, so maybe it should be admired.

When he still didn't speak, and instead stayed like he was leaning against his desk staring at her, his head slightly cocked, she didn't know what to think. Is this some sort of battle of wills? If so, will I get in trouble for staring back? Unsure of what to do, she went ahead and kept staring at him.

He watched as a slow pinkness came to her cheeks again, and knew he was making her uncomfortable, but she kept eye contact with him. He wondered suddenly what she would do if he walked over there and kissed her. The thought making him break eye contact and turn away from her to go to his supply closet.

Where had that thought come from? He didn't want to kiss her, he was positive of that. She was an annoying know it all. He didn't like know-it-alls. A voice in his head asked, even with such a nice figure, like the one you saw with her tight clothes?

He went back to setting up his supplies, his back to her. He decided that he didn't care what kind of body she had, he wasn't interested. He lifted a bottle as he heard the same voice in his head speak. Liar. Frowning, he pushed his thoughts back to his supplies.

Hermione stayed where she was watching him. She didn't know how she won the battle of staring, if they had indeed had a battle of sorts. She thought of Ginny's comment after the feast. What do I think of Snape? She never gave it much thought before.

Her eyes slowly going over his form, not that there was much to see with his black robes. She supposed he was kind of handsome, in a non traditional kind of way. She wondered suddenly what it would be like to kiss him.

The thought making her jerk straight up in her seat. She saw Snape's head turn slightly to look at her while frowning. She kept her face averted so he wouldn't see the deep red staining her cheeks.

Where had that thought even come from? I don't want to...no, its best to not even think about it. She looked down at her notes, opening the book to go over her old Herbology notes. She became engrossed in what she was reading that she didn't notice the class filling or starting. Normally Harry or Ron would interrupt her and make her focus on class, but they weren't here.

What drew her attention again, was when Snape slammed his palms down in front of her, and effectively startled her back to the present class going on around her. She looked up into his angry piercing eyes, and blushed again as she swallowed nervously.

He leaned down over her while glaring at her, something that used to intimidate her, but now gave her a close view of his neck covered in the stiff high collar of his robe. The slight discoloration drew her gaze, and she saw a scar that started just under his jaw, that ran down the length of his neck, until it traveled down into his collar where she could no longer see it.

Her now wide eyes flew to his again, as she realized what the discolored and jagged lines that marred his skin were from. She had known of his attack from the Dark Lord's pet snake, but she hadn't seen the evidence before.

His eyes bored into hers knowing she had been looking at the marks on his neck. He fought a snarl at her seeing them too. He didn't let anyone see them. It was the look in her eyes as she had seen them that threw him. There wasn't disgust, only compassion and it bothered him. He would have been happier with disgust.

"Since Miss Granger doesn't see the need to listen to this lesson, maybe she can come up here and show everyone the proper way to brew the potion." He said, his eyes still locked with hers.

She swallowed again and nodded. Having no clue what potion they were talking about. Standing up, her eyes fell onto the student next to her, and took note what the other girl had her book open to. Saw it was the draught of the living death they were talking about.

She walked up to the front were a cauldron was waiting on her. She didn't see any supplies so she turned to Snape.

He smirked at her. "You can select the supplies you will need, Miss Granger. If you are even aware of which one's to grab."

She raised an eyebrow at him. Doesn't he know I have already made this potion once? Putting it in some brownies to feed to Crabb and Goyle so the boys could sneak into the Sytherin's dormatory back in our second year? Well, she remembered how to make it alright.

She quickly turned towards the supply closet Snape had been inspecting earlier. She pulled out what she needed. Asphodel, Wormwood, Valerian roots, and Sopophorous beans. She brought them all to the table with the cauldron.

She went to work on her potion, doing it better way instead of the way the Advanced Potion Book states to do on page ten. The textbook's uncorrected instructions do not cover the most effective way of squeezing the juice out of the Sopophorous beans with the flat side of a silver dagger rather than chopping them and do not indicate that a clockwise stir should be added after every seventh counter-clockwise stir.

It was something she'd learned from Snape's textbook that Harry had during sixth year. She'd remembered the tricks she'd read in them too. Though she hadn't read that many since Harry had refused to part with the book for long.

While brewing, the potion releases blue steam. The ideal halfway stage should be of a blackcurrant color, almost like a deep purple, although at a later stage if stirred properly the potion will turn a light shade of lilac and then, eventually becoming as clear as water.

Professor Snape watched her work quickly and efficiently through the potion. He was surprised at her using his own methods with the Sopophorous beans, but stayed silent while he kept on watching her. Coming over to look over her shoulder, inadvertently leaning against her to see what she was doing.

It caused her to pause mid-stir for no more than half of a second, but he noticed it anyway. He pulled back away to let her work. The class was quiet as they watched her do it. All houses curious as to her method that wasn't like the book and wondering why Snape wasn't yelling and snarling at her for not following the correct method in the text book.

Seeing the potion turn to the correct clear color, Snape glanced at her face, seeing her smirking at him. He told her to bottle it and return to her desk, saying loudly that she was lucky that she had done it correctly or it would have resulted in her house losing fifty points. The class all swallowed at the large amount of points on the line. Her own house glad that she hadn't lost them.

She nodded and bottled her potion as he went back to his desk his back to the class. As she sat down he turned back, his eyes glinting. "By the way, Miss Granger, you can explain to me your choice of methods tonight in detention for not paying attention in my class."

Her eyes fumed, but she held her tongue and nodded. At the end of class he told her he would see her in his class at eight O'clock sharp.

She fumed the rest of the day. During dinner, she barely picked at her food, and Ginny tried to ask what was wrong. Which was a mistake, since it only sent the bushy haired witch into a rant on what a jerk Snape was. Causing several heads at her table to turn and look at her like she was crazy. No one bad mouthed Snape, at least not while he was in hearing distance.

At seven fifty, she high tailed it to the dungeons. She made sure she slowed down the last few steps so he wouldn't know she had run to his class, mainly since he commented on her breaking that rule just today.

She knocked on his door at seven fifty-nine. He called her to enter and she did, walking up to his desk, her eyes on the ground so he wouldn't see the anger still in them. She had not been paying attention, but she had gotten the potion correct. She shouldn't be in detention.

He sat at his desk, looking at her staring at the floor, but her cheeks were flushed a dull red. He knew something was up, but since she wouldn't look at him he wasn't a hundred percent sure what the problem was. He figured it was anger, which he didn't care about, but he figured if she had the guts to do some of her stunts, she should have the guts to at least look at him.

"Are you planning on staring at my floor all night?" He asked, his silken voice holding a hint of annoyance.

He saw the red deepen a bit before her eyes met his briefly before focusing on a spot behind him. He indeed saw anger simmering in her eyes, and he found it interesting that she wouldn't look at him, even now when she was trying to fake that she was.

"So Miss Granger, since we both know you are fairly adequate at potions..." his term adequate making her eyes jerk to his again before going back to the spot behind him. "...I was just informed Poppy needs some healing potions. I want you to do some of the simpler ones. I doubt you could mess those up." Her flush deepened just a bit more.

When she made no move to go, he sighed. "Is there any reason you haven't moved yet?"

She quickly turned and pulled out her c

Unfortunately, she didn't know he was using Legilimency on her and saw every word she called him in her mind while he did his own potion work. A few making his eyes grow wide; he didn't know she knew such colorful terminology.

Next, came the images of what she would like to do to him. All vicious, all humiliating, all very satisfying to her anger. One in particular made him chuckle which he covered with a cough as he still saw her thoughts.

The time passed as she made each potion, several batches as he requested. It was as her anger was draining away from her that one thought was able to sneak in that made her pause in her stirring for a moment. It was the memory on being sprawled on top of him, her hands on his chest, her fingers flexing on the hard muscles under her hand. Then the image changed.

Instead of him throwing her off of him so rudely like he had, he instead pulled her down and rolled her onto her back, him now on top of her. So deep in thought, she didn't see him freeze.

The questions now floating through her mind as she thought about that new image, what would I have done if it had happened that way? Would I have fought him, kicking and clawing my way out from under him? The image shifting to the fit the question. Making Snape relax a bit at the new image. He liked it better than the earlier one. It didn't make him as nervous with seeing her fight him. It kept things simple and easy for him.

However, the image shifted once again. A new question in her mind. Or would I have leaned up just enough, the image now shifting with her question, and pressed my lips to his? Making him freeze again.

Snape, seeing the image of her kissing him in her mind, couldn't help but wonder himself how her lips would have felt. Seeing the image shift again, showing him pressing against her body, him deepening the kiss, made him swallowed hard. His trousers beneath his robes starting to tighten with the image.

He saw himself in her mind, slowly slide his hand down her side, before moving back up to cup her breast and give it a slight squeeze. Her own hands sinking into his silky black hair to pull him closer. He shifted against the table he was standing in front of aware of the problem he was starting to have grow again in his trousers.

Hermione glanced over at him, and seeing him looking at her, she looked away. Is he a good kisser? She wondered as she went back to her own potion. Would he be gentle and sweet?

She smirked to herself as the answer filled her mind. No, he wouldn't be gentle. He would be rough and demanding. That might be nice. The image shifting to show the heat and passion she was sure he would have inside him.

Snape swallowed again. How was she so sure of how I am or would be?

It was when the image shifted once again that he wasn't sure he could take much more. The image shifted to him pulling her top off, her breasts that were now clad only in the black lace filling his hands in her mind. He was sure that since she knew what her own breasts looked like, her image wasn't too far off from the truth of what they really looked like. It was her thoughts shifting to allow one of her legs to come up to rest at his waist that made him snap.

"Out!" He yelled.

Startled, she yelped and almost knocked over her cauldron. "I'm sorry, what, Professor?"

He was glaring at her, afraid to move, afraid he would not be able to stop himself from stomping over and pressing his body against hers and fulfilling the thoughts she was just having. "I said get out, detention over, leave. Now." He voice strained.

She looked down at her potion. "But sir, my last potion isn't ready to be bottled yet."

He needed her to leave before he did something he really shouldn't do, something that might embarrass him. "I don't care, leave it if you must. Just go."

She swallowed, not understanding. She hadn't done anything, why is he angry at me now? His eyes took on a look she didn't understand, one she was sure she should fear, and she quickly bolted from the room. Leaving not only her cauldron, but all of her things as well.

The next day, she made her way to the Great Hall early. She hadn't even pulled her robes on yet, not wanting to miss him at breakfast to talk to him. Seeing Snape at the staff table, she slowly made her way up to him.

He paused and glared at her. Because of her, he hadn't gotten much sleep, his dreams picking up where her thoughts left off. Ending with him waking up very aroused and very annoyed.

She cleared her throat softly. "Professor?"

His glare stayed in place. "What is it Miss Granger?" His tone anything but welcoming.

She swallowed. "I...er...I left my things in your classroom last night. I need to get them before my first class."

He did not want her alone with him in is his classroom again so soon. "I had an elf take them back to your room this morning. Did you not find them?" His voice still hostile.

She shook her head. "No sir, but I didn't look either since I thought they were still in your classroom. I'll do that now. Thank you sir." She quickly walked away before he gave her another detention for forgetting her things.

His eyes on her rear as she walked away, the subtle sway of her skirt clad hips making his annoyance grow. He watched as she paused when the annoying red head stopped her. Watching as Hermione bent down to talk to her friend sitting at their table. Her skirt pulling even tighter across the rounded flesh. He didn't understand why she didn't have her robes on to cover up something so delectable.

The word making him pause and scowl even more. Hermione Granger wasn't delectable. Well, that certainly wasn't a word he ever thought to associate with her anyway. It annoyed him that all these words he wouldn't have used with her name kept creeping up on him. Delicious. Desirable. Sexy. Beautiful. Curvaceous. Even the word yummy came to mind. It made him almost livid.

When she finally let the hall he was able to go back to his breakfast. He was done and leaving the Great Hall when he almost collided with her again. This time in her robes. She looked up him, giving him a shy smile.

"I found them, thank you, sir." She said, not moving from out of his way.

He didn't understand why she kept getting in his way now all of a sudden. All of the students always stayed out of his path, even her before now. Parting in the halls when they saw him. "Do you plan on moving anytime soon, Miss Granger? Do I need to remove house points to get you out of my way?"

She frowned at him, biting her lip to keep from retorting. "No, sir." She said, annoyance in her voice. "I'm sorry to have bothered you." She stepped aside, glaring at him.

Normally he would have taken points away from her due to her own rudeness, but not having seen this before in her he was confused. He forced himself to stop staring at her and continue on his way to the dungeons. His stride long and quick, his mind still on the mere slip of a girl that was annoying him for being in his mind at all.

What is wrong with me? He wondered, I've never looked at a student before. Miss Granger isn't a normal student though. She is older than any other student, and doesn't look or act like most students either. He sighed, forcing her once again out of his thoughts.