an awfully big adventure...

Hermione tried to contain the smile that was spread on her face as she sat in the Library the next afternoon. She yawned loudly and stretched, she was exhausted after her adventure last night. As if on impulse she glanced around the almost empty Library and scribbled her name down and childishly added a name beside it.

Siruis Black.

Ah, that dark man had certainly captured her attention. She thought she had almost lost him, but he had managed to live, when all thought him to be dead. That man certainly had many tricks up his sleeve. He never really got around to telling the whole story involving the door of no return, but Harry didn’t feel he should ask him anything.

But to Hermione, he was a man’s man. He was strong, and handsome and bod bodied…a deep sigh here. He had deep brooding features and a smile that did things to Hermione that surprised even herself. And this, was the cause of the dangerous Lust vial adventure.

She quickly placed her hands over her small lust filled paper as she heard footsteps behind her. Ron waved as he strode over to her. She felt a blush rise on her cheeks as she crumpled the paper and shoved it in the pile of paper she had in front of her.

“Hey Hermione, What’s that?” he asked grinning boyishly. It didn’t matter they were almost legal adults, Ron would always look the same. Nervous.

Hermione shrugged and stood as she glanced at the large clock in the Library, her papers loosely in her hands as she continued…

“Sorry Ron, I’ve got to dash. Potions.”

Ron nodded, telling her he’d see her there, but he had to pick something up, Herimone wasn’t really listening…she was daydreaming again…

Sirius had become a new teacher at Hogwarts, Defense against the Dark arts ever since Lupin had retired. Hermione always received top marks in his class, and she often found herself gazing at him as he gave some demonstration.

She even tried a smoothing spell this morning on her hair, just to look extra attractive. Sirius hadn’t given her a second glance, but as she exited the Library to attend Potions, Snape had. Sadly.

“Miss Granger, a little glamorous for a Potions class, wouldn’t you say?” Snape said with a vicious smirk that Hermione almost shrank from as he glanced at her hair.

“Oh, I don’t think it is.” Hermione said airily, trying to brush it off as his imagination.

“Really. This wouldn’t be the aftermath of a certain teacher’s presence, would it, Miss Granger?”

Snape’s eyes almost glittering mischievously as he felt her embarrassment as she shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.

“No, this is how I always wear it. I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Snape had raised a knowing eyebrow accompanied with a sharp nod and taken a stride beside her, knocking her off balance and sending her papers flying. She bent down to pick all her paper’s up and glared after him.

As a result of all of that, she was literally a minute late and Snape gave her detention with Filch for that night. Herimone sulking made her way to her desk, dropping her books loudly and slamming down into her chair. Snape whirled from the potion he was writing on the board and glared openly at her.

“More immaturity like that, Miss Granger.” He said with a miserable look, “And I’ll add a few extra hours to that detention.”

Hermione muttered an apology and quietly opened her book to the appropriate page, quill in hand. The hour went by slowly and dragged, and they still had a while to go.

Today seemed to be a note taking day, and that meant this was a BORING class. This mundane schedule was only broken when Snape suddenly stood, his eyes falling on all of them.

“I’d like to bring something to your attention.” He said, walking up and down the aisles of the dark classroom. “Someone broke into my private storage last night and stole something of mine. I almost caught the culprit last night, and am givin-”

“How come you didn’t see them, then?” said Draco interrupting. Snape glowered at him a moment, took a deep breath.

“They had an invisibility cloak.” He said, his head snapping in Harry’s direction. Harry shot him a quizzical and truly disconcerted look that drew Snape’s attention to the rest of the class.

“And I’m giving the vandal to the end of today, a chance to come clean and give me back what is rightfully mine.” Snape said through almost clenched teeth, “If not. Expulsion for the thief when caught.”

There was an uncomfortable silence as everyone muttered about themselves. Hermione on the other hand was looking dreamily to the distance as she contemplated telling Sirius her feelings.

Out of nowhere a hand slapped her desktop and Hermione gasped and her eyes shot up to a bemused Snape.

“Glad to see you were paying attention.” He said viciously, his dark eyes scanning her face, “Am I to assume you find my announcements boring?”

Hermione shook her head furiously, her dark eyes never leaving his. He didn’t move a moment, and caught her as she tried to stifle a yawn.

“Late night, Granger?” he asked suspiciously, leaning to her face and scowling. Hermione tried to keep her features minimal, raising a dark eyebrow to him innocently as she felt his hot breath upon her face.

“No Professor.” She said plainly, “I’m just tired in general.”

What was this? Pick on Hermione day? She frowned and tried to organize the papers she had dropped earlier because of him. Suddenly a rather gaudy looking one caught both their eyes, only Snape was quicker on the reflexes.

“What’s this?” Snape said gleefully pulling the paper from her in spite. “A love declaration perhaps?”

Hermione pulled the paper from him, well tried to. She grasped it a moment, as he swiftly snatched it away. He stepped a bit away, scanning the words with his eyes.

“Tsk tsk…” he clucked with his tongue, “Miss Granger. Honestly. I doubt he’d be interested.”

All the students were looking to the two of them as Herimone’s beet red face was trying to hide behind her hands. Ron was watching in confusion, as was Harry.

Hermione tried to snatch the paper from his tawny hands, but he held it just out of reach, a devious smirk on those cruel lips of his. He was about to speak again when a voice sounded from the door.

“Severus.”

Hermione and Snape’s heads whipped to the door as Sirius strode into the Potions classroom in all his confident glory.

Sirius smiled at some of the girls who called to him, waving girlishly and Snape tried to gauge Hermione\'s reaction out of the corner of her eye. She looked extremely nervous. Suddenly the cruel smirk was back.

“Ah, hello SiriuSnapSnape said, gliding over to him, his hands still clutching the tattered paper. Snape talked with him a moment in the corner of the room, telling them to continue copying. But, Hermione was watching Snape and Black.

She felt her shame flood as Snape still held the paper, Sirius suddenly looked to Herimone and waved a bit. Hermione\'s eyes darted back to her paper.

Snape waltzed over, as Black left, watching over her shoulder as she wrote out her formulas. “I’d like to see you after class, Miss Granger.” He said silkily, making Hermione flinch.

Class ended faster than expected and as the last student filed out Hermione tentatively reached his desk.

“You wanted to see me?”

Snape sat at his desk comfortably, enjoying her discomfort. He nodded and retrieved her crumpled paper from his desk.

“I believe this is yours.”

Hermione didn’t answer, Snape raised an eyebrow annoyingly.

“It’s not yours? Well, then I suppose I’ll just have to give it to the other recipient whose name appears on the paper. A Professor Black.”

Hermione shook headhead exasperated, “Please. Give it to me.”

“Don’t worry, Miss Granger.” Snape said scathingly as he sat comfortably, he tossed her the crumpled paper, which she caught effortlessly. “I wouldn’t dream of telling your Prince of your undying affections.”

Hermione couldn’t look at him, her face still stinging from the heat of shame that floored her. Why had he bothered doing it at all? A lesson?

She hated Professor Snape.

She really, truly, hated him.

She turned, not saying anything and prepared to head out the door when his silky voice invaded her ears once more, she turned as he spoke.

“Miss Granger? Pay attention in my class from now on.”