Hermione- I'm not sure where she is, but she doesn't own Harry Potter

*Hermione's POV*

Sunshine and the squawking of Buckbeak wakes me up. I shift from side to side in the covers, not wanting to ruin how comfortable I am.

'Wait, Covers?' The thought makes me sit up. I'm not in my dorm, I never got up from Snape's room. The smell of bacon and pumpkin juice brings me to look at the nightstand beside me. Sitting there is breakfast on a small tray. I raise an eyebrow. Where am I? A bed and breakfast?

I stand up and tiptoe to the nearest door. A bathroom. Ok. Now the next door. A closet. I close it. I didn't pay much attention to what was in it, but what I did see makes me open it back up. Multiple black cloaks of different styles and white shirts. At the top of the closet is something very shiny. I reach up to see what it is, but the sound of a door shutting puts me to a halt.

"Well Ms. Granger, just as nosey as ever I assume."

"I'm sorry Professor. I was just trying to figure out where I was."

"I don't think going through others personal belongings is a very good way to do it." He walks over to me and shuts the closet door.

"So where am I?"

"Let me show you," he beckons me to follow him to the door he just came out of. I look out of it and see his classroom.

"This is where you sleep during the school year? I always thought this was a closet."

"Of course you did. Now get back in here."

"Why did you bring me in here?" I ask. "Why not just wake me up."

"And make you walk up multiple stairs to get to your dorm. I'm not sure. I could've made that part of your detention punishment..."

"But you didn't," I say, cutting him off. I sit on the bed with a slight plop and it makes awkward squeaking sound. He looks at me with raised eyebrows.

"Just eat your food and leave." He turns around and walks to the door.

I look at the small tray of food, afraid to ask if he brought it down for me. "Yes, sir," I mumble. This makes him stop and I glance at him curiously. "What's wrong?" I ask after sipping my pumpkin juice. "Wasn't expecting such a respectful response?"

"To be honest, from a Gryffindor, no I wasn't."

"Well that's a shame, that you would assume I'd be disrespectful just because of the house I'm from. Everyone with a heart deserves respect and believe me Professor Snape, you have a heart. Even if you don't see it as one, I can see it's obviously there." I bite the bacon and watch his back, for he has yet to turn around or speak. He simply stands in that spot thinking about lord knows what. Finally, he moves on and exits. My bacon has almost instantly vanished from my plate. I observe the room some more. The only sunlight in here is shining onto the bed. There are torches on the wall and fireplace. I decide I've stayed long enough.

I go into the classroom and shut the door. Snape isn't in here, so I take it upon myself to leave. As I'm going up the stairs from the Dungeon, I run into Draco.

"Well if isn't bad girl Granger. Is Snape still down there?" I shake my head nervously. "Oh, were you stealing something else?"

"No." I'm not sure why, but my voice cracks a little and I'm starting to shiver. What is this? Is this fear I'm feeling? From Draco. He puts his arm on the wall and brings his face to mine. His cheek touches mine and he goes to my ear again.

"I now have no more reason to be afraid of you," he whispers. For some reason I feel not moving is a good idea. "I can do things that the most trained wizards could only dream of doing."

"And you're telling me this because...?"

He moves back so I can see him, but only a little. "I've taken up a small interest in you," he jeers with his grey eyes piercing into me. "An interest to die for." Those words shake me to the core. He uses both of his hands now and pins me against the wall with his body. He's warm, too warm.

"Draco, what's wrong with you. You'd never touch a mudblood like this."

"I can feel your fear so easily. Calm down. I have a different view on mudbloods now. Or at least you."

"You're not making any sense," I shiver.

"Well try to make sense of it." He squeezes my arm tighter and I let out a small squeal. I can't reach my wand.

"You're hurting me," I whine.

"You have more fear than pain. Be grateful, I could do worse." The evil in his voice is what scares me. I hear footsteps, but Draco is too consumed in his own luxury to notice.

"Draco," Snape gasps, pushing him aside. I slide to the ground, too shocked and dazed to stand. "What are you..."

"It's OK. She's not hurt. I was just enjoying myself a little."

"Well do it on your own time," the professor snaps severely.

"I thought this was my time." Snape sends a sharp glare his way. Draco shrugs and walks past him. He looks at me and runs a finger under my chin before continuing up the stairs.

"What's wrong with him?" I ask, tearing up.

Snape looks back up the stairs angrily and answers with, "Hormones. It's just a stage." He takes me back to his classroom and sits me on a desk. "He's been acting very strange lately. He doesn't even understand what is going on with him."

"It's not just hormones. There's no way only hormones could do that."

"Hormones or not, I need you to keep this incident to yourself." I look at him like he just asked me to marry him.

"You're kidding right? Dumbledore..."

"Doesn't need to know about something so small."

"This isn't small."

"You don't think its hormones, but what if it is? Then you'd be bothering Albus from a busy schedule for something that you had a hunch on."

"Snape, I'm not stupid. I know there's something up." He sighs and puts his head down a little bit.

"OK Hermione. You can tell him what you please, but only because I think what Draco did could count as sexual harassment."

"You called me Hermione," I say. It comes out by instinct. He looks at me and I at him, but something happens. I get lost in his eyes. The eyes that I didn't even notice were brown. I look into them as if I've lost something inside of him that I can find only in his eyes. He looks at me the same, but eventually tears his eyes from mines.

"Did he hurt you," he asks, changing the subject poorly by making things worse. His voice is airy like he wasn't breathing.

"No," I answer, as Snape gently feels my arm for bruising. "It's just a pinch. He didn't... uhh." The pain comes a little above my elbow and Snape looks at me again. "I'm fine, really. I've taken worse than this." I hop off the desk, about to walk out the room.

"Don't leave yet." I look back into the room. He pulls out his wand and does a slight flick, my clothes change into something different. I look at it and it's something I'd wear. "You don't want people to see you wearing the same thing you wore yesterday, do you?" I smile and shake my head.

"Thank you Professor. For everything. The bed. The breakfast. The comfort. And the clothes." With that I leave. I finally get out of the dungeon stair way. I run into someone on my way up another flight of stairs.

"Sorry dear," says professor Trelawney. I nod in reassurance. Before I can walk off, she grabs my face and looks into my eyes. After studying me, she smiles from ear to ear. "You have a magnificent Christmas she smiles. I nod, extremely confused and continue about my business.

*Snape's POV*

She thanked me for comfort. What comfort? Did I really comfort her? I'm going to kill Draco when I see him. Comfort? Her eyes. Now that's comfort.

'WHOA. What am I thinking?' I rub my temples and leave the classroom that is smelling of nothing but her at this moment.

LLL- Sorry I wasn't here for the introduction. I was just so touched by the reviews. I'm a review writer. I write because of the reassurance I get from reviews.

Hermione- I like where this is going

Snape- I'm afraid of where this is going

LLL- Please keep the reviews coming