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Chapter 6
Hermione was having a harder time focusing during the day. The dreams were bad enough since she had them nightly suddenly, but she was having flashes of them too. Walking down the hall, or sitting in the Great Hall was bad enough, but she kept having the flashes during her potions class.
The only thing she could think of was that since the star performer was in the room with her during his class, that was why she kept thinking about it. She wouldn't just drift off and think about it. She would be writing down some notes on the lesson and an image would pop into her head.
She had turned very red during one of them, more so when she had looked up, she'd found Snape looking at her while sitting at his desk. They were suppose to be going over a new chapter in the Advanced Potions book, and here she was daydreaming about her nighttime dreams.
She had been in the middle of working on a potion when another flash hit her, but she at least didn't jerk this time, but instead, she kept working smoothly as her body heated with the reminder of her dark dreams.
The dreams were a bit different each time, but always ended after his fingers made her explode, and she would hear something from him that tipped her off that it was Snape's fingers. She would turn and see his eyes full of hunger, something she finally figured out, and then she would wake up drenched in sweat and unsatisfied. Her body was screaming for release, but couldn't find any.
She couldn't even take care of the problem herself due to not having any privacy to do so. She didn't relish the girls in her rooms hearing her moaning and waking up to find her taking care of business, so to speak.
She didn't know how she didn't wake them with her dreams, she moaned and cried out so much in them it was a wonder none escaped lips for real. She just wished that either she could fully finish in her dream, or just stop having them all together.
She didn't know why she didn't opt for not having them, but found she mostly wanted a chance to finish the dream.
She was again sitting in Transfiguration several days after the dreams began, when Professor McLeoud dismissed the class and called for her to stay.
She walked up to him. "Yes, Professor?"
He smiled at her. "Miss Granger, you still haven't told me when you want to schedule your lesson."
She blushed. "I'm sorry, sir. I just did two major exams and wanted a bit of a break before going back to studying hard again."
He nodded. "I understand, why don't we schedule now, but hold off on actually starting the extra sessions for another week or so?" He wanted to see where she was at so he could get her finished quickly, that way he could ask her out.
She smiled shyly at him. "Okay."
He grinned. "How about Friday nights?"
She swallowed. "I...er...already have a class for Friday nights, sir. How about Wednesday nights?"
He frowned, having forgotten she already had another class going. He had hoped to get her on Fridays since the curfew was extended a bit for the weekend. "Well, I had hoped since Fridays worked so well. What class? Maybe I can get the professor to switch with me."
She glanced down for a moment. "I doubt it. It's Professor Snape's potion class. I've been working with him for a while now."
Justin frowned, no, Snape wouldn't switch, he's kind of a rude bloke. He couldn't on Saturdays since that was the night he went out and she couldn't go were he went. Instead, he shrugged. "I guess Wednesday is fine. How long of a break did you want?"
She smiled. "A week or so should do it. It's the two extra classes I'm studying for on top of regular classes and homework. I had planned on only doing one, but Professor Snape insisted I get his scheduled, because apparently I needed the help to keep from failing my N.E.W.T. I had to take what he was willing to give or not get any at all probably." She still was insulted that he thought she needed so much extra work.
He nodded. "Alright then, so I'll see you after supper then. Say around seven thirty or eight o'clock?"
She nodded. "Eight o'clock is good for me. It lets me finish up my homework and have time to eat."
"Perfect, I'll see you then." She smiled and left for her next class. Thinking it might be nice to see him without the other students around. Ginny's words about him being handsome and being a man like Hermione needed, echoing in her head.
She smiled at the memory and suddenly had a flash of the dream pop into her head as she walked down the hall. She was startled with it since she had been thinking of the other professor and dropped her books.
Bending down to pick them up, she missed Snape walking by her, glaring at her. She got all her books and ran to her next class.
Snape slammed into his dungeon. His mood as black as his eyes. What was she doing thinking about the new Transfiguration professor?
He had been taking to finding reasons to be out in the hall as she left certain classes, having fun projecting the images at her. He did it during her walks to her classes some days, during her meals in the Great Hall, and even inside his own classroom. Her blushes pleased him greatly, as did her thoughts on them afterward.
Some people knew he was good at Legilimency, but very few knew that he could not only see thoughts but project them too if he wanted to. Most who knew about the projecting were now dead.
He had been having fun teasing the witch like her presence teased him, but seeing her thoughts today had made him royally angry. True, she had only been remembering the female Weasley's words, but it had still angered him.
He wanted her thinking of him. He wanted her desiring him, so when she was done with his class she was more than ready for him. He didn't know how far he intended to take things, he didn't really do relationships after all, but she would understand before he touched her. Or at least before she got her hopes up.
He saw his class waiting for him and realized he had forgotten he had one about to start. With a glare at them, he told them to put their books away, as it was time for a pop quiz. At least he had some students to help direct his anger at.
All houses losing points from him that day, even Slytherin. Some valid reasons, like getting caught passing notes in class, others not so valid, like a boy coughing in class and getting snapped at for disrupting things.
He let her visit his dreams again that night.
He stripped her quickly, not wanting to waste any time tonight. When he had her naked, he didn't give her a chance to protest. He spun her around early on, her eyes meeting his own. A frown marring her brow at the change in the dream.
His eyes roamed over her body, this being the first time he had seen it fully naked so far. Normally he only saw the back of her. She always vanished when she turned. She looked up at him tonight and smiled softly before she leaned in to kiss him. Something he knew she had been thinking about a lot lately.
He let her lips touch his softly, but he wasn't up for gentle tonight. It didn't take long before his lips were crushing hers, his tongue warring with hers, his hands molding her to his still clothed body. Her arms slipping around his neck to pull him closer, surprising him. He was still so surprised at her desire just for him.
He picked her up around her waist and set her upon the empty desk, her bottom thumping onto the wood a bit harder than he intended. Standing between her naked thighs as his lips ravished hers. His hands moving down her body quickly, finding the hidden button beneath her folds and sending her over her peak quickly.
He tore his lips from hers, needing the next step. They had yet to get here since she kept waking up, but he wanted, no, he needed to be inside her, even if only in his dreams. To watch her passion mount, to feel her body arch into his as he brought her closer to her peak. He needed it all or he'd simply go mad.
He quickly drew his wand, noticing her eyes flashing to it and licking her lips, knowing he was about to make his clothes vanish. He paused, looking at her, watching her as she watched him closely. She hadn't seen him naked, sure she had felt him pressed against her but that was all. She had never gotten past looking into his eyes before waking.
If he let her see him now, then she would know once she really saw him that it had been him causing the dreams. There was no way for her to imagine him like he truly was. She would see all of his scars and she had never seen them before. True, she knew about some of them, but not all, and she had never seen any of them first hand to know where they were exactly or what they looked like.
He lowered his wand, watching her eyes, seeing her confusion and disappointment. He leaned in and kissed her roughly again. He opened his robes, then pulled her to the edge of the table. He still meant to have her, he just had to be creative about it. Keep her from seeing him fully.
When she melted against him as their tongues continued to glide together, he ran his hand down her body making her arch into him. She was so responsive, it made him ache to claim her.
He unzipped his slacks, unbuttoning and reaching inside to free himself from his boxers. He was still stroking her with one hand as he moved in just a bit closer, placing himself at her entrance.
She pulled back, looking into his eyes. "I meant what I said before, this better be longer than just three minutes."
He smirked against her mouth. "Oh, you will be getting much more than just a few minutes, trust me." His deep, silky voice sending a shiver down her back as she smiled at him, her eyes as hot as his own.
With his tip at her entrance, he started to tease her. Letting it slide against her flesh, but not moving to penetrate her yet. Letting himself rub against her nub a few times as her juices coated him, making him hiss at the pleasure at feeling her heat and wetness as she moaned and arched against him again. He tortured them both for several minutes, then not able to wait any longer he moved back to entrance, and as he went to plunge inside she disappeared again.
Making him come awake with a snarl. What the hell happened this time? His erection full and throbbing.
He sighed, knowing he wouldn't be getting back to sleep any time soon. He got up, intending on taking a long cold shower before sitting down to read one of his many books.
Hermione came awake with a start. She almost groaned at the loss of her dream until she saw someone looming over her. She almost screamed instead, until she realized it was Ginny.
"Ginny?" Her dream forgotten as she looked at her friend in the pre-dawn light. "What's wrong?"
Ginny swallowed. "I need to talk to you." Ginny whispered.
Hermione nodded and led her away from the sleeping girls and headed for the common room, knowing it would be empty at this hour. Most of the students were in bed by three in the morning.
Both girls taking a seat, Ginny sighed. "Mione...you're close to Harry."
Hermione frowned, shrugging. "We were, but I haven't heard from him once since I've been here. I don't know if its because he's busy or just doesn't care anymore. Ron either for that matter."
Ginny frowned. "But...really? I'm going to kill those boys."
Hermione smiled softly. "Ginny, why did you wake me up?" I was having the best dream.
Ginny flushed. "I need to talk to someone and you are Harry's best friend. You know him better than anyone."
Hermione's smile faded. "Okay. What?" She had a bad feeling about this.
Ginny swallowed nervously. "Josh Doogan kissed me."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Doesn't everyone knows you're engaged?'
Ginny nodded. "I pushed him away and left the first time."
Hermione frowned. "First time?"
Ginny nodded again. "He kissed me again last night."
Hermione sighed. "Gin, Harry won't be upset if a boy kissed you and you pushed him away from you. He's a good guy, you should know that."
Ginny's eyes started to fill with tears. "I know he is. I know he is the type of guy who wouldn't cheat on you or treat a witch badly, but he hasn't written me either. I thought for sure he was writing you."
Hermione shook her head. "Ginny, I haven't gotten a single letter since I've been here. My own parents haven't written to me."
Ginny sighed, hugging her friend. "I'm sorry, Mione, but there's more."
Hermione pulled back to look at her. Ginny swallowed before going on. "I was angry at Harry for not writing me. Not once this whole time, he couldn't pick up even a scrap of parchment for a quick note for Hedwig to bring me? So I was angry, and when Josh kissed me last night, I let him. I even kissed him back."
Hermione gasped, knowing Harry wouldn't be okay with that. She knew he was very forgiving about a lot of things. Look at Ron, he had forgiven Ron on all the jealously and then for ditching them while searching the pieces of the Dark Lord's soul...but, this was different.
Ginny cringed. "I know it was stupid. It didn't even last that long, but I feel so guilty. Mione, what should I do? Should I tell him? It was just a stupid five second kiss, okay maybe thirty seconds max. What do I do?"
Hermione sat there, unsure of how to answer. "Ginny, I don't know. Sure it was only a kiss, but how would you feel if Harry kissed another girl?"
Ginny's eyes narrowed. "I'd probably scratch her eyes out, and then hex him for hours."
Hermione smiled at the image. "Well, there you go. Besides if you feel this guilty over it then that is probably your answer. If you didn't need to tell him, you wouldn't feel so guilty."
The girls talked for a while in the early morning, Ginny finally going back to bed. Hermione couldn't go back to sleep, so she dragged out her books. If she was losing sleep she might as well get some study time in.
Setting her Transfiguration book down on the table about three hours later, she decided she was hungry. It was still early so she probably wouldn't find anyone else there.
She dragged all day. She was exhausted and cranky. She didn't raise her hand in a single class, something she hadn't been doing much of this year anyway. She just didn't see the point in having to answer every question. Who cares if I know all the answers really? Besides, its not like I don't know the answer anyway.
Later in the day, she slowly walked into her next class, her body on auto pilot as she moved, her mind not even on which class was coming up next. Finding the first seat she could and plopping unceremoniously into it. Her bag dropping to the floor with a thud as she stared at her desk with her head in her hand.
Snape raised an eyebrow at her. She looks like hell. What happened to her? She has never just dropped her bag of books like that. He whispered his spell and slipped inside. He was shocked at what he found. For the first time ever, her mind was totally and completely blank. No thoughts, no images, nothing.
His frown deepened, he didn't think she ever stopped thinking. He got up and walked over to her, and since she was the only one in his class, he didn't think twice about squatting down next to her. "Miss Granger?"
It took her a moment, but she finally pulled her head off her hand and glanced his way. "Hmm?" Her eyes met his, and slowly focused. Seeing who it was she jerked upright. "Um, sorry, Professor, what?"
He raised an eyebrow at her again. "Are you alright, Miss Granger?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. Just tired. Ginny woke me up in the middle of the night to talk, and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I stayed up to study instead. I guess I'm kind of zoning out today, I'm sorry." She said, looking back down to her desk.
He continued to stare at her. Well, at least I know why she disappeared on me last night. Taking in her appearance again, he stood up. Walking quickly, with long sure strides into and past his private office and into his rooms.
He grabbed a vial out of his bathroom and after warding everything again, he came back into the classroom. She hadn't moved or even looked up from her blank stare at her desk.
Walking over to her, he held the vial out. "Here, drink this." His voice harsh since it wasn't a suggestion, it was more of a demand.
She looked back up at him. "What is it?" She asked, her voice dull.
He glared at her. He didn't like to be questioned about anything, let alone when he was being nice. "Just drink it. It isn't poison, its just some pepper-up potion, since I don't want you falling asleep in my class. I don't tolerate sleeping in my class from anyone. Now drink it."
She quickly drank it down, the potion taking a moment before fully refreshing her. Feeling better than she had all day, she gave him a brilliant smile. "Thank you, Professor Snape. I feel like I could wrestle a tiger now."
He smirked at her as he let his eyes rake over her. "A tiger? You're a bit small for that."
She shrugged. "Size isn't everything you know."
His smirk grew at her statement, his words slipping out on their own. "In some things it makes quite the difference."
Realizing what he said and seeing her eyes grow wide as a blush stained her cheek, he turned and walked away. He had just made it to his desk as the students started coming in, a few at a time. It wasn't long before the class was full and it was time to start.
He had them start working immediately. Forcing himself to ignore her for the rest of the class while working in pairs on a potion they had been going over. The class seemed to drag on for him, but the few times he sneaked glances her way he noticed she looked much better.
At the end of class he noticed that she sped from the room quickly. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed, but he did know he was looking forward to tonight's dreams.
Hermione went about the rest of her day feeling more like her normal self. Or at least her new normal self that everyone saw this year. The potion from Snape chasing all tiredness from her system.
She was sitting down to dinner when the Headmistress stood up calling for silence. She looked around the Great Hall as the students stopped speaking and looked towards her.
"It has come to our attention that there have been students that have had spells placed on them without their knowledge. We have encountered several in fact in the last few days with different spells placed on them. None have been dangerous, mostly they are pranks."
Minerva took a breath as she let this sink in and the rush of chatter from her statement to settle down. "Quiet please. We haven't located the source of said spells, but we have found a solution. We have placed our own counter spells on the door to the Great Hall. If you pass through the doors any spells will be removed."
Again she waited for the chatter to die down from all of the students. "Since most of these hidden spells have been harmless, we are sure that it will removed them without delay. It can't removed intense or complicated spells, so any students who are concerned that they might have something that can't be removed by the door need to go to the hospital wing for scanning."
Professor Snape quickly looked to the one student he knew had been hit with a spell, a spell he himself had placed. He swallowed and silently cursed as he knew it would be removed since it was a simple spell. It looked like Hermione wouldn't be visiting him again in his dreams any time soon.
There was no way to place it again without her knowing, the only reason he had been successful before was due to her tiredness, which he knew she wouldn't be tonight with the potion he had given her earlier. He scowled at the Headmistress as she went on speaking.
"We haven't been able to find out who is placing these spells on the students as of yet, but any student that is caught placing one will be severely punished. Students, ladies specifically, this new spell on the door will removed all spells. Any beauty and glamor spells will be removed as well. I suggest those using any seek more natural methods for what you need."
The Headmistress waved her own wand, activating the door. Everyone saw a swirl of multiple colors shimmer around the frame of the doors before stopping. "The spell removers have been activated. Anyone passing through the doors will now have all spells removed. For the sake of privacy, we added our own glamor to the remover. There will be no flashes or shimmers around the effected student, so no one shall know if you have placed your own secrets spells upon yourself. I personally shall receive a list of all students that had spells removed and what spells they had on them. If I feel the need, I will inform those students personally myself. I personally will schedule time with any student with questions or concerns as well. That is all."
Minerva sat down as the sounds of the students talking flooded the Great Hall. She knew the next few weeks would be busy with the flooded with students seeking answers. She was sure she would receive owls and probably a few howler from irate parents too.