Chapter 5: Sleepless Nights
Heated lips pressed against one another, bodies pressed together in an attempt to get closer to one another, hands caressed skin deafly. Passion coursed through them, sending little electric shocks throughout their bodies. Long fingers held long bushy hair in place.
Professor Severus Snape sat straight up in bed and groaned; this is not what he needed, not now and not ever. He ran a hand through his hair and slowly laid back down, hoping that the dreams wouldn't come back, it was bad enough he worked with the girl, but the girl had been his student no more than a year ago!
Black satin sheets hung around his waist as he cursed himself inwardly for letting his subconscious mind think such thoughts. Mentally he beat himself into exhaustion and again fell asleep, this time the welcomed dreamless sleep that usually overcame him when he drifted off into slumber.
Meanwhile, in a room a few floors above Snape's in the dungeons, the bushy haired Hermione Granger sat going over some papers. Yes, it was three in the morning, but she didn't care, they had to be graded tonight, no matter what greasy haired potions master was going through her mind at alarming rates.
She sighed and ran a hand over her face, fighting back the drowsiness that threatened to overcome her. Hermione knew that if she fell asleep now her dreams wouldn't be restful. They would, on the other hand, be lustful.
Finally she had come to the last paper in the stack. After reading through it twice and marking it a few times with her red inked quill she set it on the top of her graded paper stack. She sighed and gave in, moving to her bed and laying down between the red cotton sheets. Moments later she was in dreamland.
Tongues met, in a dance that has been done throughout time. Fingers brushed over heated flesh, making lovers whimper with need. Clothes were rumpled, making way for hands to roam.
Hermione blinked and sighed, this wasn't fair, three nights now had she been plagued with her annoying dreams and fantasies. Even as they roamed the corridors in companionable silence she found herself wishing that he would take her into one of the schools many broom cupboards and have his way with her.
"I've gone mad, bloody insane!" She ranted and sat up shaking her curls out of her face, "It just isn't fair! the man couldn't ever, not a girl like me!" She sighed once again, laid back down, and drifted back into her heated dreams. This sleep was better than no sleep at all.
The next morning brought two rather sleepy and irritated people together over breakfast. Their silence was strained, and while reaching for their food they repeatedly bumped arms. This was done, for the last time, over the butter for their bread.
"See to it, Miss Granger, that you don't touch me again," Snape growled at her without even looking at her, "do I make myself clear?"
"Of course, Professor Snape," Hermione said with a small smile, taken aback by his harsh words after all the time that they had been spending together. 'Perhaps it is for the best,' she thought to herself with a sigh.
The rest of breakfast passed in more awkward silence, leaving the parties present thankful to get away to their classes where nothing could be as bad as what had transpired over their thirty minute meal.
AN: No Authors Note today! Author doesn't want to explain what is going on in her head, thanks for reading. Bye!