To Be Possessed

To Be Possessed

Disclaimer: Nope...still don\'t own Harry Potter....and nope im still now Rowlings.

Notes: I actually have the first 3 chapters already written. Since the Prologue was so very short I decided to go ahead and add the first chapter. This is shortish as well, but it will be longer as I go into the story more in later chapters. I promise. Oh, and Hermione is of age in this fic....time-turner loop hole and all.

Ch. 1- Beginnings
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None

Hermione, who was kissing Ron, was suffering a dilemma of her own. Why wasn’t she affected by Ron’s kisses? They had only recently started dating after Ron finally got the courage to ask her to go to Hogsmeade with him. Hermione always had a crush on Ron and was ecstatic when he asked. That same day he had kissed her in the Common room when they had gotten back. Her first real kiss with they boy of her dreams...it should have been what fantasy’s were made of. But really it wasn’t. It wasn’t that he was a bad kisser cause he certainly was not. It was just like....like she was kissing her best friend. Which was true.

As the kiss progressed, several people at the Gryffindor table cheered and made kissing noises. The Head Girl was kissing someone in front of them...it was still too much for the first years to handle and some of them looked away.

Hermione pulled away, finally becoming conscience of the fact that they were being watched. Blushing, she glanced around the Great Hall. The Slytherins were making puking gestures, following Draco’s lead. The Ravenclaws were watching with detached interest with their eye brows raised and the Hufflepuffs were, for the most part, giggling.

When she glanced at the Professors, her blush intensified when she realized that Snape had been watching. Her eyes met his and she could have sworn she saw a flash of desire, which quickly turned into rage then settling down into indifference. Desire? Hermione quickly shook her head, figuring that blush was affecting more then the tinge of her face.

“Hermione...so do you forgive me now?” Ron asked, giving her his best puppy dog face.

“Well, I don’t know Ron. I’m still mad at you for sneaking out to Hogsmeade yesterday with Harry. Ron you are a Prefect! That means responsibility and setting good examples. Not to mention that Volde....er...He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still lurking about and would love nothing more then to catch Harry or one of his friends alone.”, Hermione said, her anger returning.

“Oh come on, it’s not like Harry is safe in here either. Remember....evil diaries, disguised death eaters, Draco....”, Ron retorted, slightly miffed at how Hermione pulled back from the kiss.

“So, all the more reason to look for trouble? Ron, are you ever going to grow up?”

Harry saw a huge argument brewing. Rather or not they were dating, those two still liked to work themselves up and go off on each other.

“Sorry....really Hermione. Its just that sometimes I like to just pretend im a normal boy who can do normal things like sneak out. Ron just likes to come along...you know as company.” Harry said, trying to smooth things over.

Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic look.

“I know Harry. It’s just that I think of all the things that could have happened to you both and I go crazy.” Hermione said with a sigh.

Ron gave her a hug, not noticing that she stiffened up slightly.

“It’s ok ‘Mione. We’ve gotten used to you by now. And I know it’s cause you care.” Ron said, giving her a peck on the nose.

Hermione found her eyes traveling back to the professor’s table to see if Snape was watching this as well. He was staring down at his food, once again looking the detached professor.

“So Harry, did you finish that essay for Potions?” Hermione asked.

“Essay? For Potions? Bloody Hell, how could I have forgotten!” Ron exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing his books.

Hermione sighed. Same old Ron.

“Ron, we have potions in one hour. I would suggest you go to the Library and come up with something. Professor Snape won’t be to happy with you having nothing.”

“Hermione, there’s no way I could come up with an essay that fast.” With a groan, Ron down. He put his head in his hands. “That’s it...im done for. Mum will have my head for sure.”

“Come on Ron, follow me. I’ll help. Mind you, I said I’ll ‘help’ not do it for you or let you copy me.” Hermione grabbed his arm to guide him out of the hall.

“Brilliant! Thanks ‘Mione this really means a lot. I just really hate that Snape....that bloody wanker.”

“Ron...do watch your mouth.” Hermione scolded.

Ron and Hermione walked out of the great hall and headed to the library, both unaware of the pair or eyes following them on the way out.

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Snape watched as the Seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors piled into his room. He kept looking for Hermione but neither she nor Ron appeared before class began. He saw Harry though, sitting there, annoying him with his very presence. He walked up to Harry and peered down at him.

“So, Mr. Potter, did your friends decide they did not wish to attend today’s Potions class? Hmm?”

“Um...Professor....I’m not sure where they are. Maybe they stayed after their last class?” Harry answered, trying to pretend that he didn’t know the real reason why they were late. That Ron didn’t do the required essay and Hermione and Ron were in the Library trying to finish it.

“Oh and here I thought the Golden Trio were supposed to be close. Rumors are hardly ever true....are they Potter”? Snape drawled out with a sneer. The Slytherin’s cracked up.

Harry was furious. Why must Snape always single him out and take his anger out on the Gryffindors? Harry felt an intense anger and wanted to yell at Snape. But Harry was saved from making a spectacle of himself when the door to the Potions classroom was thrown open and an out of breath Hermione and Ron staggered inside.

Snape turned towards the commotion and felt yet another wave of rage wash over him. They were late together. And not just late, they were out of breath and clearly in disarray. Just what could they have been doing to be in that state? Snape had to grip his hands into tight fists to resist the need to hex Ron into oblivion. Touching what is his.

“Sorry Professor. We were in the Library....er...studying and we lost track of time. I was just tutoring Ron on the proper usages of the Mandrake.”, Hermione rasped out, her chest heaving with exhaustion. She and Ron had ran like crazy all the way from the Library down to the Dungeons to the Potions class.

Snape couldn’t keep his eyes off of Hermione. She was flushed from exhaustion, her wild hair in curls around her. One curl was right in front of her eyes and all he wanted to do was take it and put it behind her ears. Then run his hand down her flushed face, then continuing on to her chest which was still heaving from breathing so hard. With a groan, Snape felt his erection spring to life.

‘Damnation’, he thought. ‘This girl...no woman...really is driving me insane’

“As interesting as I find Mr. Weasley’s study habits, I do not care to hear any of your excuses. 20 points each from Gryffindor. I brook no tardiness in my class.” Snape snapped out, trying to distract himself from his growing arousal. Then he had an evil idea...

“Oh and Miss Granger, detention tonight. Now, both of you hurry and find your seats. You have disrupted my class long enough.”

“Detention? Why did she get detention and not me? This is unfair,” Ron exclaimed.

“Now Mr. Weasley, one would almost think you want detention. Surely this cannot be the case? Now sit down for I give you a month’s worth of detention.”

Hermione and Ron went and sat down, Hermione next to Neville and Ron next to Harry.

“What’s his deal? Only giving Hermione detention? It doesn’t make sense,” Ron whispered to Harry.

“Since when did anything Snape does make sense?” Harry whispered back.

Hermione was angry. Not only angry, but bewildered. Giving she, Hermione, The Head Girl detention? It was intolerable. And didn’t make a spot of sense. Why was Ron excused from it.
She turned and starting watching Snape. Earlier, when she had first came in, she could have sworn she caught Snape looking at her...in that way. With a silent snort Hermione thought that it must have just of been him thinking of his newest way to terrorize her.

The rest of the Potions class continued as normal, which meant a total of 70 points taken off of Gryffindor and a total of 20 points added to Slytherin. When Snape excused the class, Hermione decided to go up to Professor Snape and talk to him about the situation.

“Professor Snape? May I talk to you briefly?” Hermione asked, shy.

Snape gazed at her, captivated by her shyness. She was so innocent, pure. She was light where he was darkness. Maybe that’s why he is obsessed with her. A part of him yearned for that purity. She could be his absolution, his savior from his sins. Mentally shaking himself, he forced a disdainful look on his face.

“What do you want, Miss Granger?”

“I was just talking to you about my detention. Sir...im still confused why I was given detention. It’s not like I have ever been late before.”

“I don’t owe you any explanation Miss Granger. You’re my student, you do what I tell you.” If only...he silently added.

He was amused at the look of defiance in her eyes. Innocent or not, she still was a firecracker. She had quite a temper.

“Professor, but im Head Girl. Its exceedingly embarrassing to have detention. Surely you understand?” Hermione made one last plea.

“ If that’s the case Miss Granger, I would suggest you not be late to class anymore. You are dismissed.” Snape had to restrain himself from asking why she was late.

Hermione turned and left, most definitely angry. And he couldn’t resist from pushing her once more.

“Oh and Miss Granger your detention starts at 6 pm tonight. I would suggest you be on time. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the Head Girl with yet another day of detention, would we?” Snape called out to her.

Hermione turned and started him in the eyes, her anger evident. Snape’s breath was knocked out. Her eyes...what they do to him. Snape had to hold back a groan.

“Of course not Professor”, Hermione said with false sweetness, then she left.

Snape found himself excited and almost giddy....giddy? Him? Snapes do not get giddy. But truth is...he was. Snape found himself smiling slightly all through his next class, despite the fact it was with the 6th year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

Tonight’s detention will be when he will put his plan into affect. It was about time she found out she was his.