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Chapter 5

Her first Friday class came and went. There wasn't anything major, mostly him orally quizzing her on the basics of potion making. Half way through, she had slipped off her robes since she was getting hot and it made thinking harder. She noticed Snape frowned at her when she peeled it off, but he didn't say anything in reference to hit. In her gray skirt and sweater vest over her white shirt, she kept on answering his questions. Towards the end she was getting tired and missed a few, which only made him explode at her.

After the ninth time he went off on her she snapped back at him, telling him that if he would stop yelling at her she could think a bit easier. He had retorted angrily back saying if she wasn't so brainless she wouldn't need to think. She should just automatically know the answer. She had glared at him, he had glared at her, both breathing heavily with their anger.

Suddenly he had looked at her oddly and then dismissed her saying if she couldn't use her brain she wasn't wasting anymore of his time and all but threw her out the door after she gathered her things.

She had stood their still huffing at his rudeness when it occurred to that she had just yelled at her professor, something she would have never done in the past. To top it off she had yelled at Snape and he had taken it and not...well...killed her for it.

She had instantly lost her anger, instead becoming confused. Why did he let me yell at him? Why hadn't he tried to hex me for it? What happened to the Snape I knew back from my younger days? The cold hearted bastard that every student feared? Well, most did still fear him, but he hadn't really done anything to make her fear him since her return.

Her second Friday had been even more interesting. She had thought he was just waiting to get her alone to take his revenge for her insolence, but he hadn't.

Instead, he just gave her a difficult potion to make. Her cauldron and supplies appearing next to her instantly. She sighed knowing it would be awhile before she was done. She started to chop her ingredients, Snape coming over to check on her.

She caught a whiff of him and paused. Is he wearing some sort of cologne? She never knew him to wear any before, or at least never noticed before. It was something musky, yet with a touch of spice to it. She found that she kind of liked it.

She glanced up at him, his gaze boring into hers before she quickly went back to chopping and he walked away. He suddenly snapped at her a few moments later, making her jump and almost slice her finger. He walked up behind her, reaching around her to place his hands over her own.

"Your cuts are too uneven. You need to make slow and even slices into the root, not mangle it like you are. The potion calls for slivers, not uneven chunks." His body pressed into hers, his hands over hers, forcing her own to slice into the root correctly.

She felt all of him against her back, feeling not only the hard press of his chest, but his flat stomach, and muscular thighs pressed into her as well. Not to mention his strong arms wrapped around her as he helped her. She felt the heat radiating from him, she also felt a heat start to form in her too. Slowly moving through her body and heading down between her thighs. Making her falter in her movements.

"Pay attention to your cuts, Miss Granger." He growled in her ear, his body still against hers. He felt a shiver run through her at his words, his breath tickling her ear. He continued to help her, guide her with her slices, but he payed closer attention to her too.

With a silent whisper he was against inside her mind. This can't be happening. He saw the thoughts in her mind. It's Snape. It's Professor Snape. You can't be noticing how he feels against you. If he ever knew...you wouldn't ever live it down. But...he does feel so good leaning against you.

Her cuts becoming more like they should be, but he was more focused on her thoughts and didn't move away. What if I turned just slightly? He felt her shift a bit, felt her hesitate. What if I turned around? What would he do? Would he laugh at me?

Snape almost told her no that he wouldn't, but stopped when saw himself in her mind, saw her turning in his arms and looking up into his eyes as she leaned over and kissed him. He found his lips starting to curve against her hair, taking a breath and smelling her scented hair. Smelling vanilla with a touch of lavender as he breathed her in.

With a jerk he pulled himself away from her, as realization hit at what he was doing. "You seem to have the hang of it now."

The sudden movement startled Hermione out of her thoughts, but did her best to act like nothing happened. Though he saw a tell tale stain on her cheeks. At least he wasn't the only one effected by this thing that seems to be suddenly springing up between them this year.

As soon as she finished her potion, she bottled it and placed it on his desk, not really meeting his eyes. She turned to gather up her things and place them back in her bag, noticing that it was way past the scheduled time of her session.

"Miss Granger, when do you think you would be ready for your exam?" He knew she was ready now, but he wanted to hear how confidant she was about it.

She swallowed glancing his way. "I'm taking my Ancient Ruins class on Monday, so in another week or so maybe."

He nodded. "Well, good luck on your exam. Good night, Miss Granger." Thinking his own thoughts now and not paying attention to her, so he missed her perplexed look at him actually wishing luck.

"Um, goodnight sir." She said slowly before walking away.

Over the weekend she made it to Hogsmeade. Since it was a bit chilly outside, she wore her favorite worn blue jeans and a faded gray t-shirt with a long dark coat. She visited where Zonko's used to be, sad to see it closed down, with nothing in its place yet. Memories filling her of all the times Ron and Harry used to practically drag her inside. She sighed and moved on. Checking out some of the other places that filled her memories.

She popped over to Honeydukes, again reliving memories as she bought a few sweets for herself. Seeing the kids filling the shop she smiles. She remembers many times that the boys bought so much stuff that it made them sick later.

Seeing the Three Broomsticks she stopped just outside the door. Can I really go inside and face the many memories that I know will assault me? It isn't the same here anymore, and it's not as fun to come here as it used to be. It just made her remember the way it was before the war. Before all of the sadness and heartache came through here.

"Are you going in or are you planning on standing there blocking the door all day?" A silky deep voice asked.

She turned, glancing at the owner of the voice. "I didn't know you were coming to Hogsmeade, Professor."

He saw the sadness in her eyes and wondered at its cause. Did something happen while she was here? He hadn't seen anything other than her visiting a few shops. "I was asked, or told rather, to help patrol the students here. So are you going inside or just planning on keeping others from doing so?" His voice still snarly, just not up to it usual harshness.

She shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. It's not the same anymore." She said glancing around at all the students running around and having fun.

He nodded, understanding. "You're missing your two idiotic friends I take it?"

She frowned at him, not liking him insulting her friends, but nodded. "I was remembering how it was before and its just...depressing really."

He took her arm, propelling her forward suddenly. She frowned as he pushed her through the door, but didn't have any choice but to follow, or fall flat on face. "What are you doing, Professor?" She asked.

He smirked. "Making you move. I figure its the only way to get inside and get a drink. Care to join me?" He didn't really wait for an answer as he pushed her down in a chair, none to gently either.

She rubbed her arm where his grip had been a bit tight on her soft flesh. "Thanks, I guess." Uncertain as to why he'd invited her when he never had before.

He took a seat opposite of her, watching her rub her arm. He never had been a gentle person, he couldn't help who he was. He could show gentleness, but only when he really wanted to. "So what will you be having then, Miss Granger?"

She shrugged. "A butterbeer." It was what she always drank here.

He frowned at her, raising an eyebrow. "Butterbeer? I thought only the young children drank that." Humor lacing his voice, though she wasn't used to hearing such things from him, and took it that he was simply poking fun at her.

She glared at him. "Well, what are you drinking then?"

He smirked. "Fire whiskey." He wondered if she had ever drank it before.

She frowned, not sure that was the best of ideas, but that didn't stop her from speaking. "Fine, a fire whiskey then." How bad could it be really?

His smirk grew as he signaled the waitress over. "Two fire whiskeys." He said, his voice harsh since he didn't really like the waitress. She was an annoying little swot.

After they were delivered, he waited as she took her first drink, or gulp rather. He could have suggested she sip it, but this was more enjoyable. Many coughs later, including a wheeze and a few tears, she finally dragged air back into her lungs without feeling like they were on fire.

She glared at him when she found the amusement in his eyes as he watched her choking on the drink. "That is just terrible."

He chuckled at her. "It does take some getting used to. Try sipping it this time."

She sipped it warily, and found it wasn't so bad. It did give her a warm feeling in her stomach. Since it was chilly it helped. Feeling much warmer, she stood and pulled her coat off.

Snape let his eyes run down her body as she laid the coat over the back of her chair. He knew he needed to decide what he was going to do about her. She was slowly driving him mad. She filled his dreams and she didn't even know it.

He watched her constantly and it bothered him immensely. He wondered what it would take to get this slip of a girl out of his head. He found himself letting her get away with things no other student ever had before. She was late on occasion and he did snap at her about it, but nothing like he normally would have.

She talked back, which no student ever did. Period. True, she didn't do it around other students, but that wasn't the point. He normally would have made the student sorry he or she ever came to the school in the first place, let alone talked back to him.

Then, this seeking her out was new. He didn't seek anyone out, but he found himself doing so with her, just to see her or see what she was thinking about. Sure, he skimmed everyone's thoughts every now and then. It helped find out what trouble was going on with the students, but he was always looking into hers.

Her thoughts were interesting to him. Sometimes they didn't make sense. Other times, she would actually have heated debates with herself in her mind, as if arguing with another actual person. It was very entertaining. Not to mention, the phrases she used when she was angry were very funny and colorful. The images of them together were nice, but made things hell for him too. His own mind taking over where hers left off sometimes

He liked the multiple situations she placed them both in. Sometimes it was her turning from him, but mostly it was of her wondering if she dared kiss him, or touch him, and what the reception would be like. Sometimes they got a bit intense, the thoughts sometimes went a bit too far, which was when he stopped looking for fear of what he might do otherwise.

He really had been told to patrol and he had, but spotting her in the distance, he had kept her in his line of sight. He didn't look into her thoughts, she had looked sad and he didn't want to see her sad thoughts. He knew he didn't want people to see his own sad thoughts, though he had been curious. Even surrounded by so many people, and doing a spot of shopping hadn't helped her sadness, it had made it grow.

Watching her staring at the doors of pub, he found himself walking towards her before he even realized it. He only made her come inside to get out of the cold wind. To get her warm, since she seemed to be starting to shiver, which he realized she hadn't even noticed. She must not have used a warming spell before coming here.

None of this was him. It wasn't who he was. He didn't care about if people were sad or cold. He was always snarly and a rude bastard. She had pegged him correctly on that one, but he never cared before. However, seeing her look so alone had bothered him.

He knew what it was like to be alone, and while he generally embraced his aloneness, deep down he didn't really like it. He knew why he was alone too. He wasn't exactly handsome, personally he always thought he was ugly as sin. He wasn't nice, since when he had been all those years ago while still a student it hadn't done him any good. So he wasn't nice anymore. He was smart, and some people didn't like intelligence, and he couldn't stand stupidity. So he was kind of screwed all the way around.

Besides, most people couldn't get over his past as a Death Eater. True, he had been a spy and even a decorated hero for his work, but people still feared and hated him as a Death Eater. Screw them. He didn't need any of them.

Regardless of all of that, seeing her looking as alone as he felt sometimes felt had bugged the hell out of him. So he had come over. It was something he understood all to well. He just didn't think she deserved to be alone.

He didn't even know why she was alone either. Where was her redheaded annoying friend? Inspired as he watched her take her seat again after removing her coat, he decided to ask. "Where is your friend, Miss Weasley today?"

She smiled a bit. "Serving detention with Filch. She and another girl got busted for trying to play a prank on him. They are stuck not only cleaning up their mess, but helping him with whatever chores he has for them to do too."

He shook his head. "Here I thought she was the smart one in the family." He took another drink, watching her do the same.

They drank a few more glasses of fire whiskey not saying much to the other person, and it wasn't long before he realized she was getting very tipsy. He should have realized she wasn't used to such strong alcohol, but it hadn't even crossed his mind. Sighing, he helped her up, and into her coat since she was having trouble with getting back on. Though he found himself amused at her multiple attempts, along with her cheerful laugh while she did so.

Seeing how bad off she already was, along with knowing how much worse it would be as more time passed and the alcohol fully kicked in, he was glad he had been given permission years ago to apparate into his private office. He figured he would never hear the end of it if another teacher saw Hermione like this and found out he helped to get her like this. Not to mention the trouble she would find herself in if she came back to the dorms drunk.

He used a side-along apparition to get her back to the school. They appeared in his office with a crack and stumbled. Hermione lost her balance with her less than sober state, and as he tried to catch her, they both went down.

Hermione hit the ground and he landed on top of her. With her drunkenness, she didn't feel the hard thump, but Snape knew she would in the morning. He looked down at hearing her giggle. Her arms above her head, and her hair fanned out behind making her look very delicious in her current state.

He tried to glare, but found it hard to do since she really did look cute as she giggled. When she shifted just a bit, he realized he was resting between her bent legs, his hips nestled against her own gently flared ones. If they were naked it wouldn't have taken anything more than a slight push to be inside her. He wondered how long it would take for her to realize it too. He did notice that he fit quite comfortably against her.

Still giggling she spoke. "Sorry, Professor. I guess I'm not use to the side along trips. Are you okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. She is worried about me? She had taken the brunt of this fall. "I am. What about you Miss Granger?"

She shrugged. "I'm good thanks." She was looking up at him, his eyes smoldering as they pierced into her, but she didn't even notice the heat in his eyes. She just figured he was annoyed like he always was.

He smirked at her. "So I guess this makes us even for you crushing me at the beginning of the year." Not attempting to move, he was rather enjoying her under him.

She grinned at him. "I suppose it does." She shifted again, and finally took notice of their position.

He saw she noticed when her eyes widened, and she suddenly licked her lips drawing his attention to them. He narrowed his eyes at her, was that on purpose?

Before he could ask or do something else equally stupid, she suddenly bucked him off of her, making him land unceremoniously on his rear and back. When he sat up scowling at her she giggled. "Now we're even." She said with a laugh before trying to stand.

He actually smiled, remembering he had done the same thing to her. "Cheeky little witch." He muttered to himself before standing and attempting to help her do so as well.

It took her a moment to get her balance as his hands on her arms steadied her, since the she was feeling the effects of the fire whiskey more with each second. Finally finding it, she grinned at him again, stepping back just a bit as his arms dropped. "Well, I guess I should be going back to my dorm now."

He chuckled. "In a moment. First, let me get something for you." He took her arm again, a bit more gently than before and led her into his private chambers. Thinking to get her some sober-up potion so she wouldn't stumble down the corridors to her room.

She looked about the living room, surprised to see how nice it looked. She had expected something more drab and spooky, but it was nice, homey even. With him going to find the potion, she slowly made her way to his bookshelf.

Some of the titles made her gasp. It was rare to find even one of these titles in a library, but so many rare ones together was unheard of. She reached out a finger, careful not to touch as she continued to scan the shelves. Bending over to read the ones farther down.

He came back and found her bent over, her hair dangling as she swayed and read what was on his shelves. He couldn't complain since she wasn't touching anything, plus the view was pretty good too. Would be better without her coat covering her jean clad behind. So he stayed were he was silently watching her.

He heard a gasp escape her lips, watched as she squatted down, almost falling down, but she was careful to not tumble into the shelf. She started to reach for a book, but stopped again. He wondered which one she spotted and why she wasn't trying to pick it up. Fear of the book or him finding her snooping in his private library?

She started to reach again when he spoke, startling her, she ended up collapsing on the carpeted floor. "What are you doing Miss Granger?"

She looked back behind her, finding him staring curiously at her. She smiled sheepishly. "I was looking at your books. I hope you don't mind, but I doubt I'll ever have the chance to see them again."

He walked over and squatted down next to her. "Which one got your attention?" Seeing her point he smirked. He had been stunned and excited at finding the book himself when he bought it.

"If you can promise not to get sick on it, you may look at it." He said, knowing she was always careful with books. He had seen her treat books like precious crystals.

Her eyes lit up, making him swallow nervously, as she slowly reached for the book. Opening it carefully and skimming some of the text inside. What I wouldn't give to be able to read just a few of these books? I would take detention with Filch every night for a month for just a few hours with one book.

He cocked his head watching her, her amazement written clearly over her face. He didn't think anyone but himself would care about some moldy old books. "What are you thinking about?" He knew he could peek, but she just might tell him in her current state.

She grinned at him. "I was thinking I'd take a month of detention with Filch to just to read one of these books. You have quite an amazing collection." She softly closed the book and placed it carefully back on the shelf.

He raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Really a month with Filch? I'd hate to spend even a day in his presence if I didn't have to."

She laughed again, looking up at him. "Thanks for letting me see the book. Is that my potion?" She asked gesturing to the vial in his hand that he had forgotten about.

He cleared his throat and nodded, handing it to her. She tilted her head as as she drank it down, exposing her long neck to his view. He had never paid attention to anyone's neck before, but she did have a nice one. It made him think of his own scarred neck.

She swallowed, shuddering at the taste, and handed it back to him. It didn't take long before her eyes cleared of the slight haze. Then, she looked at him and blushed as it dawned on her that she was in his private rooms alone with him.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I should have realized how much I drank. I should go." She quickly stood, her equilibrium back to normal again.

He stood with her, clearing his throat once again. "Yes, well, I guess I shouldn't have suggested it without knowing how you might handle it." Personally he had enjoyed seeing her drunk and a bit loose.

She glanced down at her fingers that were twisting together nervously. "Well, thank you for the drinks anyway. I had best get back to my room."

He watched her turn quickly and head out towards his office. He smirked as he stood there watching her go. At the door of his office, which led out into the classroom then out to the halls of the school, she tried to tug it open a few times before turning back to him.

"Um, could you un-ward it so I can go, sir?" Her eyes suddenly showing her nervousness clearly.

He slowly walked towards her, letting himself slip again into her mind with a whisper of the spell. Seeing her fear made him pause for half a second before he continued towards her, as he realized it was fear of her making a grievous error . Mostly she was afraid of him seeing her attraction to him. Not fear of him personally.

His eyes raked over her again, her coat hanging open, her breathing uneven, pressing her breasts out with each rise and fall of her chest. She really was something to look at. He decided right then and there that he had to have her. Not tonight, but soon. He just had to get her done as his student first.

He paused right in front of her, towering over her. She looked up into his eyes, and he saw the beginnings of heat start to fill her eyes. She wants me He thought still somewhat dazed at such a notion. Truly wants me. He couldn't believe someone as gorgeous as she was really wanted him.

He pulled out his wand and un-warded the door before he reached out towards her, hearing her sharp intake of breath as his hand came close to her, he fought a smile, and opened the door for her. "Goodnight, Miss Granger." He said softly, his silky voice sending shivers down her spine.

She mumbled a quick good night and quickly escaped. Running out the door and through the classroom. He quietly un-warded the class door so she could leave. Setting the wards again after she was gone.

Monday came and went. She took her test and was so exhausted from the combination of her hang-over and soreness from her fall the day before, keeping her from sleeping well, so she was just a bit sluggish that morning. Plus, thinking so hard on the test made it so she was now about to fall asleep in her dinner. Not able to eat any more with her exhaustion she stood up, and as she dragged herself out of the Great Hall ran into Professor McLeoud.

His arms came around her to steady her. "Her..Uh..Miss Granger? Are you okay?"

She found her footing, pulling out of his embrace. "Yes sir, just tired after my exam today. I was on my way to my dorm to sleep. Ancient Ruins always was exhausting." She said, giving him a weak smile.

He nodded. "Yes, I hated that course in school myself. Have you thought about when you want to start my private lessons?" He asked her.

She yawned, shaking her head and covering her mouth. "No sir, I will think on it and get back with you if its okay. I don't think I could get my brain to function enough to try and give you a date yet."

He nodded again. "Well, go get some rest and then let me know."

Hermione dragged herself away in a slight daze. Weaving down the halls until she got to her porthole, mumbling the password to the fat lady, she went in search of her bed. Flopping down without even bothering to undress first.

That was the night the first dream started.

She was in the potions class. The classroom was empty, with her being the only one present. She looked around, finding a cauldron and supplies laying on the a table in the center of the empty class. She walked over and found the name of the potion on a scrap of parchment next to everything.

She frowned and slowly started to chop the ingredients slowly, mixing them into the bubbling concoction at the appropriate times. Her stirs precise and even. The potion was getting close to when she would cover it and let it simmer on a low setting until it was complete.

When it was time, she reached for the cover as she felt a body pressed against her back. She went to turn, but found a pair of hands at her waist, holding her in place.

She swallowed, as a hand came up and covered her own to help her bring the lid to the cauldron. The arm covered by a long, black sleeve. She felt the body press closer to her, as the person leaned into her, their hands together as they set the cover on top.

She tried to turn again, but found herself still trapped. The hand on the lid withdrawing and slowly sliding up her arm and down her side, the fingers pressing into her flesh at her waist. The other hand continued moving down her frame, and reaching her hip, the fingers flexing against her skin before sliding back up, moving slowly in and brushing against her breast.

She inhaled sharply at the contact before it moved to the front buttons of her robe. Slowly unbuttoning them, while the other hand kept her in place. Once the buttons were undone, he removed both hands from her body and slid the material down her arms, letting it drop to the floor.

The hands instantly returned, one at her waist holding her still, pulling her back just enough to feel the hard body pressed against her back even more. The hands traded places. One still holding her waist as the other slowly ran over her body. Finding the buttons to her blouse and unbuttoning those as well. Pulling the shirt off to join the robe.

Both hands sliding down to her skirt, finding the waistband and pushing it down her thighs. Leaving her dressed only in her knickers, bra, and high heels. She wondered briefly why she was wearing high heels to class, but quickly forgot about them.

The hands were back, gliding down her flesh over each curve of her body. The pressure of those hands getting just a bit stronger with each stroke over her skin. They smoothed down her sides, up her belly and rib cage, to stop and cup her breasts. Giving them a light squeeze, causing a soft moan to escape her lips, her head leaning back against her captor.

Lips now at her neck, joining in with the hands sending soft waves of pleasure floating through her. Kissing a trail down her throat, stopping to nip at her ear lobe, making her gasp, before moving down to nip at the skin of her shoulders. Trailing a line of fire across the back of her neck, where her hair was pulled up away from her skin with a hair clip, to start back up her throat again on the other side. His hands still running down her body to caress the top of her thighs, before coming back up to again cup her breasts.

Another moan escaped her when the lips latched onto her neck, biting, then suckling softly against the tender flesh as his hands peeled her bra away. The bite distracting her from the clasp being released.

Her breasts now free, her mystery hands came up to caress them, tease them, roll the nipple between his finger and thumb. His breath in her ear as her own hands came back to rest on his hips and pull him even closer against her.

She heard a soft growl, and his hand slid down, teasing the waist band of her knickers before pushing them down her body. Feeling them at her feet she stepped out of them, now wearing only her heels. His hands once again caressing her body, trailing lower until they found her folds. Parting them and slipping inside, making her gasp as his fingers brushed over her sensitive nub.

Those wonderful fingers worked her, making her moan and gasp with each stroke. The pressure it was giving intensifying the more she moaned. The hot breath on her neck making tiny shivers dance down her spine.

Her cries grew louder the closer to her release she got. She felt one of his hands leave her, felt him shifting behind her. Then he was against her again, his own bare flesh touching hers. She felt his hardness against her buttocks, and knew he had used magic to remove his own clothes, but found she didn't care. She wanted the feel of naked flesh against her soft skin.

She moved against him, grinding herself into him as her hands were at his hips, pulling his body harder against her back. Wanting him to make the ache stop. His fingers moving faster on her while he pressed more kisses to her neck and shoulders, leaving tiny bites as he went.

Finally she exploded, drenching his fingers, feeling him throbbing against her soft, round behind. She wanted him inside her. She ground herself against him again, hearing him hiss at the feeling of her pressing into him. He pulled his fingers away from her center, she heard him lick them clean before grabbing onto her waist again.

"You better last longer than three minutes." She said with a sigh as little tremors still shot through her. She heard a chuckle behind her. It sent shivers down her spine, because she knew that laugh.

She swallowed afraid to turn, afraid of what she would find as his hands stroked her body again, eliciting another moan from her. She took a deep breath, and turned. Finding herself staring into dark black eyes.

She came awake with a jerk. What in the world was that all about? She wondered. No, it hadn't been him. It couldn't be. She ran her hands through her disheveled hair feeling the lingering tingles on her skin from the dream. Her body very aroused and unhappy at not truly finding satisfaction.

On a sigh she glanced at the clock and got up even though it was early. Showering and dressing to go eat breakfast. She walked into the Great Hall and found she was the only one there. Sitting down with her back to the door, she ordered her breakfast since the large trays hadn't arrived yet. A cup of coffee appearing next to her.

She had just taken her first swallow when she felt someone's warm breath on her ear a split second before a silky voice spoke. "Miss Granger."

She inhaled sharply, the dream coming back in full force as she jerked her head around and found a pair black eyes staring into her own wide amber eyes. She saw he was bent over so they were eye level. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. "Professor Snape?" Her voice a breathless squeak.

He fought a smile. "I was coming to tell you that I need to reschedule our class. I can't meet you at eight o'clock; instead let's meet at eight thirty on Friday." His eyes taking in her distressed state and fighting a chuckle. It hadn't been a question so he didn't wait for an answer as he walked to the staff table, a smirk playing at his lips.

This was going to be fun. He had seen her about to fall asleep last night before getting up to leave. He had also seen her collide with the new Transfiguration professor, and saw the man's arms come around her to keep her from falling over. It had annoyed him to watch them.

He didn't like the handsome teacher's arms around her. He didn't know what was said, but from Hermione's tired eyes it didn't look like anything much was said since they parted a few moments later. He had gotten up and left himself.

Following her, he had seen her weaving as she walked, obviously tired. Had her exam drained her that badly? He had never noticed other students after taking it so he didn't know. Well, more like he hadn't cared if they seemed tired or not.

Just before she got to the fat ladies portrait he had pointed his wand at her and whispered a spell, seeing the glow surround her for just a moment before it faded. Had she not been so tired she might have noticed the spell he placed on her. A spell that allowed her to enter his dreams if he wanted her too.

He had actually been the one to touch her in her sleep. Since it had been his dream, she came to him the way he wanted her too. Her clothes were his choice, the place was his choice as well. The reaction she had was all her though.

Too bad she left it too early, he thought to himself as he discretely looked her way again.

He had seen the look of shock and desire in her eyes before she had vanished. He had woken up himself and had been angry at first, not understanding where she went. Then, he realized she had woken up, breaking the dream spell.

She had been a passionate little witch in her dreams. It made him wonder if she would be equally passionate while awake too. He had some time before she tested out of his class, so he planned on having a bit of fun with her. He had cast the spell to stay with her until he removed it, so tonight she would be back in his dreams.

A/N: Hope you liked the dream. More coming soon. Please Read and Review.