Chapter 4: Jealousy

Note from the Author: Alright guys! Thanks for all the comments. I really like your input. I'm putting a lot of thought into the characters so it's almost believable, but it's tough… Oh you know. Not that any of you care, but my boyfriend of two years broke up with me about two months ago. I give a shout out to him… Avada Kedavra. Oh yeah.

As you all know, 86 more days till Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I've been counting down since day 106. I bet a lot of you have as well, or…. I'm just abnormal. Not that you care either, but I work in a book store and I'll probably be working that night and the next day (Boo). I have to admit, a good friend of mine gave me a really awesome plot idea. Not sure when I'm going to work it in, but when I do, I'll tell you. It's only going to get dirty from here on out, but I can't rush into anything or have you guys stray away. You're my pets now. Get used to it and read on!

Don't worry. You're all my favorite pets. Continue R&R!

Hermione had to force herself to breath as Snape's grip tightened her arms to her desk. It was a very awkward position, yet she felt very safe with him.

"You have detention with me after class today for making a seriously ridiculous accusation, Ms. Granger. 8pm, meet me in my office" Snape bent in closer so that his face was closer to hers. "Please don't be late or else it will affect your grade as well." All she could think about is that they were breathing almost simultaneously, and he was breathing on her neck. Snape's eyes were practically closed. He took one hand off her arms, making sure he did not loosen the grip of his other hand. He gently put the one to her face. It looked like he was going to attempt at a kiss or was at least trying to take in the scent of her hair when….

"Professor, I need help." A very pale Draco noted. Draco Malfoy sat in the back left hand corner of the room while Hermione was practically at the front so you can imagine how easy it would have been for him to look on at them. Hermione could tell though, that Snape was shocked the moment he spoke. All of the rest of the students were still attached to the screen. It was obvious that Snape was Draco's favorite teacher.

Snape quickly let go of Hermione's arms and proceeded to Draco's desk, though looking very unhappy. Snape let out an obvious sigh. He was oblivious as to why anyone would need help to take notes.

It seemed like the only person in that room that needed help with taking notes was Hermione. The absence of Snape's body came clear to her the moment he'd left. A waft of cool air from the dungeon stung her and she froze. He had been the one who sent her those flowers even though he wouldn't come out and say it. He was the only one who she could match her intellect. It was so frustrating. Did he hate her or care for her? Was this some sick game? She couldn't see a reason as to why she would start caring for him all of a sudden. He hadn't proven himself to her as a good and righteous person. She couldn't stay where she was right then.

She got up from her spot abruptly and exclaimed to the whole class that she forgot about a test she was supposed to be doing in another class. She left at that moment so that not even professor Snape could reprimand her, leaving everything that she had on her desk and the lovely gift for which Snape gave her.

She ran out into the hall. She was either going to cry or scream. Hermione sobbed as she quickly headed toward the Gryffindor house. She turned the last corner sharply and

SMASH!

It was not Professor Snape. A more familiar face was exploring hers. He grasped her in his arms at once. "Herm-own-ninny!" He let go of her body, but held onto her hand and started leading her somewhere. She felt almost embarrassed and very much shaken. Her eyes were probably very red and her hair undone by now. It came apparent to her that they were headed toward his temporary quarters on the 3rd floor, right under the Slytherin tower.

When they reached the outside of his room, he turned around and shook her as if the answers were going to spill onto the floor. "You 'ave to tell me, vut is going on? Why are you crying like this?" He opened up his door and pulled her inside, shutting the door hurriedly. He grabbed at her again and his words seemed to shake her up even more. She was letting out all the frustration of Snape on her dear friend, Victor Krum.

Slowly, they conveniently made their way to his sleeping space, though there was not enough time for her to think about the consequences. Good thing that Victor Krum was a perfect gentleman. Hermione cried for several minutes and, already exhausted from her emotional overdrive, fell asleep in his arms. He looked on at her beautiful complexion. He thought she had a beautiful face, mind, and body. He wouldn't attempt to take off her robes though. He pet her hair for many minutes after and fell asleep as well.

Hermione woke up several hours later. The only way she realized that she had wakened, or even fell asleep for that matter, was when her eyes fell upon victor's face. She never dreamed about Victor. She got up kindly so that she wouldn't wake him up. She could only imagine if she had to explain what had just happened. She looked at a nearby clock. 6:23 PM. Was she seriously supposed to go to detention for Snape in an hour and a half?

Just as carefully as she got off the bed, she opened the door and left the Durmstrang's dorm.

There was no doubt in her mind that Mr. Krum was a very attractive man. If she ever needed help, he would definitely be there for her. She was too frightened to tell him her secret about professor Snape though. She was sure he wouldn't be too cowardice to start a fight with the Potion's master for her.

When Hermione had settled down in her room, she couldn't concentrate on homework or reading. She decided to shower before detention because that usually allowed her to calm down under stresses. This was also her number one place to think.

She did think. The warmth of the shower led her back to the warmth of her Professor's body. She imagined Snape in her shower as well.

His bare body pushed hers against the cold, tiled wall. He forced one of her hands to the wall and stretched his other arm across her collarbone so that she couldn't move very well. He had the rest of his exposed body as close to hers as possible. She wanted him to kiss her more than anything. He stared into her eyes strictly. With anything that he could possibly do, a kiss would be the most sentimental to her. The thought of Snape kissing her, even if only slowly and kindly, engulfed her into a wave of satisfaction. He could finally do anything with her that he wanted because, well, this was her dreams. The disappointment that this was only a dream was intolerable. Hermione needed to go to her detention so that she could be in his presence.

Hermione quickly got ready after getting out of the shower. It was nearly time to leave.

She headed down the corridor that lead to stairs that lead to the dungeons. Hermione turned the corner. She heard voices from outside Snape's classroom and paused.

"…Is that what you want me to tell your father then?" Snape's voice resonated off the sodden dungeon walls.

"Trust me, my father wouldn't care much." A semi-familiar voice followed.

"I'm sure that this would be one of the situations in which he would. I don't have student-teacher relations." Snape's voice replied. He sounded not only annoyed, but you could tell he was refraining himself from shouting. "I have detentions to have served out to me, so you'll have to leave now."

At that moment, Hermione felt stupid. What Snape had just said couldn't be the truth. The door to Snape's office slammed. Hermione was still frozen around the corner but she heard foot steps making their way to her.

"Ohh!" Hermione was completely shocked and stared on at a very handsome blond haired bully who just ran right into her. As good-looking as he was, the spiteful faces he made were all ugly. "What're you looking at?" His wand was now pointing directly to her neck in a very threatening way. It was no secret that Draco Malfoy hated Hermione and her friends.

He stared at her coldly for one shocking moment. He put his wand down, back to his side and pushed his face against hers. He was cheek to cheek with her, with his mouth very close to her ear. She didn't move, however, much like how you're not supposed to move when something with a stinger flies on you. "Mudblood." Was all he murmured. He distanced himself away from her and walked in the direction away from her favorite Professor's room.

She forced herself to walk into Snape's room. He stood in front of his desk intriguingly, almost like a phantom. There was nothing different about his room in the evening. It wasn't as if there were windows to the outside that would give away the time of day. The dreariness to this place could make anyone long for company.

She felt Snape's eyes stabbing through to her. She strained herself not to look at him. She might have even been a little embarrassed about hearing the previous conversation.

"I recall telling you to not leave your belongings in my classroom." Snape continued. "Thanks to your inconsiderate decisions, we will now serve your detention somewhere more treacherous than this room." He floated towards her and looked downward, resting his eyes on her face. Her face burned red as far as she could tell.

"I'll be your only guard where we are going, do you understand Ms. Granger? So be sure to keep up."

The forbidden forest came closer and closer as they walked towards it. She realized that this was their destination for no immediate reason that she could see. In their first year, she was forced to serve detention here to look for a hurt unicorn in the forest.

Snape shockingly grabbed her hand this time, and not her arm. "I need to show you something." He breathed heavily out and Hermione could see the air he exhaled. Only then did she realize how cold she was. It didn't help that her hair was still a bit damp. She started to shiver. As it got darker and darker, the bitter cold fell on them.

They didn't just stop at the opening of the forest, they continued into the trees and hard bushes which Snape guarded her from.

She could tell though, that Snape had something he felt was important for her to see. She felt her heart pound again. The grip of his hand on hers tightened once more.

It looked like he was leading her straight to an opening about ten feet away when she tripped on a tree root that protruded from the earth unexpectedly.

Snape caught her awkwardly, but she didn't gain a scratch. He paused for a moment. He was probably having second thoughts of if he should continue or not because of the horror-covered face she had. Hermione started to weep again. After all, she was so young.

There was no doubt that Hermione Granger was somewhat frightened. Who wouldn't be frightened of him and his vicious attitude towards her and her friends? It didn't help that Hermione was also shaking in his arms. She was shivering beyond the gift of speech.

He needed to show her. This would prove to her that he was more than just her severe professor. Maybe he did care for her because she saw more than just a greasy haired villain. He was not a bad man, right? It was a popular belief.

He made her continue on. The trees cleared as they promised to. It was a most amazing scene. There was a long meadow filled with many of those Emerald green roses growing from every inch of the ground. They glowed very solemnly from the reflection of light from the stars.

"Will this make you stop thinking of Krum?" Snape said quietly as he covered her body with his cloak.