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Chapter 2
The rest of the day dragged on. Hermione couldn't help but feel anxious, regarding her future meeting with Professor Snape. There was just something about the way he carried himself that piqued her interest. Of course she only thought of him in a professional way. Honestly, he was at least 20 years her senior! And yet…
What are you thinking, Hermione? She scolded herself. There is absolutely nothing, nothing whatsoever that is appealing about him. Besides, think of all the grief he's given you throughout the years. And that snide little remark he made about you earlier! What would he know about your experiences with men, let alone ones as personal as love?
But in truth, Hermione really didn't have much of a personal life. She didn't have time to focus on it, considering that fact that she'd spent the majority of the last six years risking her life to help Harry defeat Voldemort. Of course, there'd been Viktor Krum. But he'd been nothing more than a fling. He was too insolent for her taste anyway. Then there was Ron. As much as she adored Ron, she just couldn't picture a future with him, spending mornings making breakfast for Merlin knows how many children. Hermione shuddered at the thought.
There's just something about him. She thought. There's something dark and mysterious about him. What are you hiding, Severus Snape?
"Everything," whispered a voice.
Hermione spun around at the sound of the voice, only to find no one there. She shivered then walked the rest of the way to the Great Hall, as a pair of obsidian eyes followed her to her seat.
Severus Snape crossed his arms, smirking at the unnerved girl. Merlin, did he enjoy the effect he was having on her. He was having too much fun. And his scandal with Miss Granger hadn't yet even begun.