A/N- I don't know how long this story will end up, could be four chapters, could be fifteen, who knows, I don't. Thanks for the reviews, and also the people who reviewed my other story also. moreover I'm nervous about writing my first 'love scene'.

Hermione came to a stop in front of the potions class room, deciding whether or not to go in, on one hand she needed to get her bag (she had a big essay in charms due soon); on the other she would have to face Snape.

Hmm, failing or getting my blood sucked dry?

Of course she didn't believe those rumors about him being a vampire, but who knows, he might turn into one just to kill her.

"Miss Granger if you are going in, then do so now." She jumped and clutched her chest. He stood there next to her, almost shoulder to shoulder and wore something close to a smile on his face (if he did smile it would defy the Laws of Snape Physics) at her apparent fear.

"Um, uh, yes, of course." She babbled opening the door and walking inside, Snape following closely behind. The door seemed to slam shut, which only served to make her more nervous; Snape silently strode over to his desk and sat down in his uncomfortable looking wood chair. He stared at her, immobilizing her movement.

"You may get your things and leave." He waved an absent hand, hurrying her movement. She found her bag in the back of the class room, near the dirty caldrons; she hefted it up and walked to the old heavy potions door, but hesitated. Hermione couldn't believe her luck Snape hadn't berated her, yelled at her, or (the most puzzling) scowled at her, and she felt guilty for what she said. So she turned back around and stood in front of his desk, shifting her feet, when he didn't look up from his papers she coughed (quite loudly). He looked up and raised that dammed savage eyebrow of his and said, "Did you need anything else Miss Granger?" she stammered.

"Well, that is…aren't you, er…?" She started to unconsciously chew her lip.

He knew what she was trying to say, he stood up and leaned on the desk in front of her.

"Let me ask you something Miss Granger," he folded his arms across his chest, "Have you ever stood over brewing caldrons all day?" His voice was a threatening hiss.

She looked anywhere but him, "No." He smirked, crossing his legs at the ankles, the epitome of relaxation at the moment.

"Good, then you are herby on in-class suspension for two weeks, every morning you will come down here and help me teach the little dunderheads. And you will also take over the duties of grading, cleaning, and brewing. And," he came within an inch of her face, "No magic." At her horrified look he continued. "You will not go to any other classes but this one- do not interrupt Miss Granger- yes, the headmaster has already approved of it, did you really think you could get away with no punishment?"

She thought it was a rhetorical question, but answered anyway.

"No sir, I did not." Her voice wasn't as strong as she would've liked it to be, but the point was clear, she would take her punishment with dignity and grace.

***

That was the most nerve-wracking moment of his life, and considering this was the man who faced Voldermort countless times, that was saying something. The little chit had been unconsciously chewing her lower lip almost the entire time he was talking to her. So he tried to look at her eyes instead, but found something just as attention catching and he couldn't very well look at her chest now could he? Oh, yes, that would be fun.

"Professor are you staring at my chest?"

"Yes Miss Granger, because if I didn't I would kiss you instead."

He shook his head, hoping to disperse that slip-up; he could see her terrified face now.

He sat on his desk with his hands gripping the edge, his feet out in front of him. he couldn't keep going like this, especially since there were two years of school left until she graduated and was out of his hair and hopefully out of his thoughts, for he had been thinking of her all day. The way her hair wasn't so bushy now, just full of volume and loose, silky (if he could only touch it) curls, how her eyes shown with intelligence and wisdom beyond her years.

Merlin, I sound like a love-sick fool.

No, he could not, would not put up with it.

So what was Severus Snape going to do?

Seduce Hermione Granger of course.