Note from the author: Thanks for the comments. This is a brief update since all of you put so many nice comments. Otherwise, I probably would have been too busy with work, but well, this is my gift to you all. .

Ps. I'll find time to do chapter 6 very soon. R&R.

Chapter 5:

Hermione continued to shiver as her body tried to warm her with no avail. He held her there for one moment as his cloak was now around her.

"Please, forget about Krum." Snape hissed more forcefully in her ear now.

"P-professor!" Hermione was still crying in the cold, "Why do you think I c-care for Victor so much… What right do you have to even tell me to stop thinking about him?" She began to weep harder, possibly because she was a little more frightened of the answer.

Snape was silent for a minute. He was pondering how to tell her and if it was right to say what he was about to say. The minute seemed more like five, but he continued gently. "You're too young." He sighed.

"That's all you have t-to say to me?" she bellowed, falling into the flowerbed. "I'm ob… obviously not too young for you to come into my d-dorm at night." Hermione was furious with disappointment that what Snape had to tell her was that she was too young and nothing else. He made her cry again and again. Even if she saw him as a good guy, he was still hurting her.

Snape followed her to the ground if only to keep her securely in his clasp.

"I don't like what he thinks about you." Snape said with more articulation to each word. Hermione tried to get out of his grip, but he only held her down with ease as he was a lot bigger than her. "I know that you've started to care about me, if only a bit, ever since you realized that I longed to…" He started as she reached for her wand, but he stole it from her pocket with one free hand and threw it in the direction of the nearby entrance. Her eyes traveled down his usual black button up shirt and pants looking for his wand. Hermione's scream was muffled by his hand. "You've seen through my exteriors and I'm sorry I've kept to acting bitter towards you." Hermione bit his hand, but the only way he seemed to register it was the silent pained expression on his face. He was simply frustrated that she didn't seem to be listening to him anymore.

Her body went limp as it was no use wrestling. She was exhausted by him. The way his arm was scrawled across her collar bone now reminded her of her fantasy in the shower. She was no longer as cold as she had been, considering the exercise that he provided and his radiating body being so close to hers.

Hermione avoided eye contact with her professor, but he continued to gaze at her unresponsive look.

Snape had the power to see through her mind. Though he was mislead about her and Krum, he saw clearly this fantasy that now masked her mind.