AUTHOR'S NOTE. Gahahaha. Mehahaha! Muhahahahaha! Oh dammit. I don't have any more ideas. -,- PEOPLE HELP ME. Review suggestions. =)) Please, I'm in a meltdown. In a crisis! *gets hit in the head by a prune* And here... Imagine this. Okay, I know that Luna's a Ravenclaw, but just pretend she actually was a Gryffindor, kayy? =)) Thaaanks.

CHAPTER 3

Hermione wandered aimlessly at the corridors. She felt a surge of loneliness attack her, as if she was the only living soul in the whole tower.

"Hermione…" a voice called out. She turned, but found no one. "Hermione…"

She followed the source of this voice. It mystified her, yet it intrigued her so deeply. Her feet had led her to a room. The walls were coated with blue curtains… A candlelight giving outline to the figures of the dark. She knew this room…

Suddenly, a man emerged from nowhere. It embraced her; she felt the desire he felt. It was radiating him; it was overwhelming him that even she was affected by it. Hands touched her; tickled her; aroused her.

She turned to face her attacker, but met blue eyes. Icy blue eyes.

"Professor." She stated simply, but she started to salivate. The arousal he had given her was too much to handle. But the man didn't even acknowledge it. He continued to roam around her body; the one getting frailer and frailer by the minute. Hermione moaned unconsciously, and slapped a hand on her mouth as she realized it.

"I'd rather you moan my name…" the professor said, grinning lightly. His hands moved to her torso, to her beautifully molded breasts.

"Professor…" the girl moaned again, feeling every fingertip touch her. She liked it… It seemed so bad… A teacher and a student… but she barely cared. She liked it.

"Professor is not my name." the man said, as he tore her skirt easily, as if it was mere paper. He laid her down on his desk and had his way with her.

"V-vergil~…"

"Hermione!" Ron shouted, thumping the poor girl's head.

"Ouch!" Hermione shouted, bolting up from where she was resting at. "What the hell was that for?"

"You fell asleep on the couch." Harry said from behind Ron. Hermione ran her eyes over the place, and indeed. She was on said couch, in front of the fireplace. It was morning; the sun's rays gleefully entered through the windows. Harry stood beside her, along with Luna, Ginny, Ron, Seamus, and Neville.

She didn't even make it to the girl's dormitory last night. She slept on the common room itself.

"Yeah, and you were moaning." Seamus added, snickering. Luna, Ginny and Harry thumped him on the head on chorus.

"Yowch! What the heck was that for? It was true, you know!" Seamus shouted, touching his head.

"Well, you didn't need to say it." Ginny hissed. Luna nodded sincerely.

Hermione blushed. She remembered the things she'd dreamt about; how sexy it was, yet unacceptable at the same time.

'How could I dream about my Professor?' she shouted to herself, in her mind. 'He's a newbie, and… how could I?'

"Hermione, are you okay?" Luna asked sweetly, laying a hand on the distressed girl's lap. "You suddenly turned red."

Hermione turned away from them. She felt so… weirded out. She had feelings that she couldn't answer herself… She knew that as soon as she saw him, she felt a mild feeling that connected them, but…

"Hermione!" Harry shouted, breaking the girl's thoughts. Hermione looked at him, panting. "I've been calling you for 6 times, but you were just staring at space. Are you really okay?"

"Tell us. We're your mates, c'mon." Ron said, patting her assuringly at the back.

Hermione blinked blankly at them. Could she really tell it to them? If she did… well… Ron would laugh at her and Harry would probably facepalm at the sidelines.

She couldn't do it. Maybe she would, but in the far future.

"I'm okay… Just… A bit dizzy, is all." She said, lying. Her voice cracked, but her friends seemed to buy it.

"Goodness, well. You look pale and sick, but I'll believe you." Ginny said, smiling.

"Maybe eating would help. C'mon, let's rush to the Grand Hall. Maybe they're still there." Neville offered, grinning at Hermione.

They all agreed to do as said, and ran off through the corridors.

They took their seats. They all smiled at the people who greeted her a "Good morning". The memories from her dirty dream disappeared bit by bit…

Hermione looked at the Professor's Table. She scanned them thoroughly, but there was no sign of her professor…

'He's not here… My DADA professor…My sweet Vergil… My sexy, hot professor… Wait what?'Hermione shook her head violently, blushing as she did so. 'What the heck is happening to me? Why did I think of that?'

"Thank God that git's not here." Ron said, smiling devilishly.

"Git?" Harry asked, tilting his head in confusion. Ginny shook her head in disappointment; not because Harry didn't know who it was, but because his brother was at it. Again.

"Don't even try talking to my brother, Harry." Ginny started. "He's hopeless."

"Hey!" Ron shouted.

"Who's the git?" Harry asked, quirking a brow.

"You know. The new professor. Ron thinks the new prof is a pain in the arse." Ginny answered. The last sentence made Hermione twitch in disapproval.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him." Ginny continued.

Ron scoffed. "Yeah, that's because you're a woman. Everyone's falling for him. Every girl is swooning when he walks past them. But only the men like me know the truth he's hiding. The man's a flirt! A rapist, maybe~! He'd make any girl fall for his devilish traps." He said, no guilt in saying it whatsoever.

"Well, Ron. I don't think anything's wrong with him either." Harry butted in. Neville and Seamus nodded in agreement. Ron looked at them, his face stained with the expression that said 'What-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you?'.

"What's his name again?" Neville asked. "Ver… Verdugo? Vermillion? Verisimilitude? "

"Professor Vergil Sparda." Hermione corrected. Everyone looked at her and snickered (except Ron, of course).

Harry's mouth was molded to a slight grin. "Wow, Hermione. I didn't know you... knew so much."

"Wait, wait. Don't tell me. You've fallen for the git, too?" Ron asked, staring at Hermione unbelievingly.

"No, you dork!" Hermione shouted. Her voice cracked at the lie, but they seemed to buy it. Oh, her friends' ignorance was indeed her bliss.

"Haha, seems Ron is a bit JEALOUS." Ginny said, grinning at his brother. Ron glared at her. She knew that Ron had a crush on Hermione, and she was giving….Hints. Luckily, Hermione dismissed it and took no notice of it whatsoever.

Suddenly, a figure walked into the Grand Hall. The noise of the students subsided. He walked through the middle aisle, holding his katana by his side proudly. If a wizard's pride was his wand, his pride was his Yamato. He wore a green polo, which wasn't buttoned yet, exposing parts of his chest to the public. He wore black jeans along with it, and a black-and-blue colored Converse. His hair was worn down, but he brushed it up expertly as he came across the middle part of the aisle. Every girl squawked in delight and astonishment. He smirked to their reactions, but continued to walk on. He scanned the Gryffindor's table thoroughly, and as he saw that girl, he locked eyes with her. As he neared the Professor's Table, he removed his gaze away from her.

The noise of the students came back slowly, when he walked over to the Headmaster and whispered something to him.

"What do you suppose they're whispering about?" Harry asked his mates.

"Maybe what he saw on the way here that he killed with his wicked sword." Seamus said, grinning. "Maybe he came across a troll. Or nearly Headless Nick!"

Harry nodded in agreement, though it sounded stupid. Well, actually, it was stupid but possible.

"Or maybe an explanation for coming in here wearing jeans." Neville said.

Harry, Seamus, Ginny, Luna, and Hermione nodded.

"That's the most possible." Luna agreed.

Vergil took his usual seat beside McGonagall and stared at started to stare at Hermione from then.

"Is… Is he looking at our table?" Neville asked, gulping, voice etched with fright.

"Yeah, I guess so." Ginny said, staring at the teacher. They all took a bite of their food in chorus.

"Oh, darn! I remember, I have to meet with Professor Sprout in her 'office'!" Neville shouted, waving them goodbye and dashing off.

Harry pondered for a minute. "Speaking of offices… Hermione, how'd it go with Professor Sparda yesterday?"

Hermione gulped. She remembered the time she was so close to him that she wanted to bury herself into him, and her dream. Damn! She started to forget about it, but it came back. Ron leaned over to Hermione, suddenly interested. Usually when Hermione was asked a question, she would answer immediately. But the prolonged wait intrigued him… There must've been something wrong that happened last night…

"Excuse me, I have to… Uh… Number 2." Hermione said, dashing off. She needed an excuse for not sharing what happened with them, because she knew it would eventually lead to her dirty dream.

"Number 2?" Harry asked, quirking an eyebrow up." How could she do a Number 2 right now? She barely touched her food."

AUTHOR'S NOTE. Holy… Omg. I can't… Ugh. What… I don't know how this story will progress. ;-; Someone help me! :'( Oh, and for those who don't know… Number 2 means, poop. Number 1, on the other hand, means pee. xD