"What if I want to finish it, Hermione?" His piercing eyes held hers captive in a moment of silence.
"I didn't if you wanted to; I said you couldn't. There's a difference," she whispered in a soft voice.
"Not to me," Severus leaned down and stopped where his lips was a mere inch from hers. She could feel is hot breath on her face, she closed her eyes again to relish in the nearness. She leaned forward, making him back up so that their lips didn't touch. Part of her wished he wouldn't stand so close. "Love, don't you—"