A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the 30 days of music challenge, prompt: 18. That Man - Caro Emerald

word count: 349

Hermione couldn't help the way he made her feel, that man standing in front of the classroom. He had her full attention at this point, his voice like music playing in her ears. She'd wondered if coming back, finishing schooling, was really the right thing she could have done. There were so many things she wanted to change, and yet, here she was, sitting at a desk staring at the man trying to teacher her.

"Miss Granger," he sighed, closing the book loudly. She snapped to attention, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered, sweeping her own things into her bag. She risked looking back up to see Professor Snape quickly look the other direction. A smile spread across her face as she walked towards the doorway of the classroom. He'd noticed her, noticed she wasn't some little girl waving her hand in the air. She was a woman now, and one that was starting to wonder if she could do it, just take what she wanted. She walked back to him, pausing at his desk.

"Did you need something?" he asked.

"Maybe," she answered, moving quickly until she was standing next to him behind his desk. She didn't hesitate as she pressed her lips to his, as heat seemed to fill her. She pulled back, her entire body shaking at what she'd just done. She couldn't help it, really, that man had a way of making her feel something she maybe shouldn't have.

"Miss Granger, you are only a student for six more months, until then, I would prefer if you kept you lips, and every other part of your body to yourself."

"And after that sir?" she asked, giving him a hopeful look. His face cracked into a small smile.

"After that we shall re-evaluate this discussion," he answered. "Now, out of my sight before I'm forced to give you detention for something."

"Yes, sir," she answered, smiling as she scurried from the classroom wondering if her feelings would change in those six months, or if she'd found something, someone, worth waiting for.