Dreams and consequences

Snape woke abruptly. Someone had entered his quarters. He stopped breathing, listening for clues as to who the intruder could be. He heard a voice whisper softly, followed by the soft glowing light of the lumos spell. In the next instant he heard frantic strides and someone threw themselves over the back of his couch and landed squarely on him.
Lightning fast reflexes took over, he pinned the intruder beneath him as his door opened once again. Distracted, Snape glanced at the door to see the mangy face of the school care taker. The light shining in from the passage also revealed the face of the unknown assailant who lay beneath him. Snape’s instincts of self- preservation kicked in as he observed the expression on Mr. Filch’s face when he stopped his tirade against students mid-breath. Snape wondered briefly how the scene must look to the older man, clearly, the Potions master appeared to be satisfying his base urges. As Filch’s could only see a small portion of the whole, Snape knew it looked--incriminating. His bare chest and arms visible as he raised himself to glare over the couch back, certainly not alone as the brown hair of someone...HERMIONE GRANGER! tumbling across the armrest indicated that there was somebody else on the couch. Snape suddenly knew what he was going to do, the only thing that would explain why someone was pinned beneath him, that would be to lie.

“What is it, Filch, that you come barging into my chambers, disrupting my....rest?” Snape growled in his most terrifying tones. He was satisfied to see the colour drain from Filchs\' face, leaving it the pallid. He could feel Miss Granger shift beneath him, terror shining out of her large brown eyes. Good, he thought to himself, she should be terrified. Her idiocy had placed her in his rooms in the first place.
Filch seemed to be gaping, starting to speak, then changing his mind mid-word. At any other time it would have sounded funny, in a twisted way. Snape allowed a look of annoyance to cross his features. Indicating his position with a slight cock of his head, waited a moment, giving the caretaker ample time to reply. When Filch showed no signs of producing a coherent answer, Snape ground outoughough clenched teeth, “Get out!” then, with a look of ardour, pasted on, I drop my head next to her ear, saying in a voice used to covertness, that she should ignore the interruption. I am grateful for a brief instance that this silly little chit who has placed me in this highly improbable circumstance is the brightest witch to grace this school since Minerva McGonagall. I watch her carefully, seeing the moment of realization dawn in her eyes. Her arm languidly, and dare I say, seductively comes up and over my shoulder pulling me closer to her. What does she intend? Heavens, she intends to kiss me. Deciding to use it to my advantage, I pour all the passion that is locked into my heart into it. After all, acting does draw on life’s experiences. Her lips so sweet upon mine, claiming them for our audience, I ravage them as a man intent on seduction. I can feel her body responding to mine. Dammit, that makes this situation impossible. I hear the door close, and stop kissing her abruptly. I whisper in her ear that she is not to move. Then, unwinding her arm off me, I quietly remove my self from her and stride towards my bedchambers, to dress more appropriately for the discussion we needed to have. I do not feel guilty for leaving her alone in the dark.


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I just want to escape, pretend this never happened. I am so embarrassed as I watch his disappear into another chamber.
Feeling as though I had been granted a reprieve I scrambled off the couch and headed for the door. I had taken a few large strides in that direction when, in my haste, I bumped against a table. I heard the sound of breaking glass. \'Great,\' I thought. \'Just what I need, add destruction of property to my crimes.\' I reached for my wand, but it wasn’t there! Panic swelled through me, as two parts of my brain fought for control. One side yelling to forget about it, and get another, just get out of here, the other insistently declaring the need to have it now, damn the consequences. Needless to say the practical side of me won, so I decided to look for it.
The couch! It must be on the couch! I thought. I hustled back and searched the upholstery with my fingers. My hands glided along the cushioned surface, groping for the smooth wood of my wand. It was nowhere to be found, so I tugged one cushion off and ran my hand along the inner support of the couch. Still nothing on this side. I removed the next cushion, and felt around for the familiar shape. It wasn\'t here either. I jerked the last cushion off and ran my hands expectantly over the surface. Nothing! No wand! Where is it? I put the cushions back when suddenly the room was illuminated. I blinked against the brightness glaring into my eyes which had grown accustomed to the dark. I finished replacing the last cushion having come to the realization that in all probability the professor had my wand. I steeled my resolve, smoothed the central cushion down into alignment with the others, stood up and turned around.
Professor Snape stood next to the door he had just returned through. He was leaning casually against the frame. He said nothing. If I hadn’t been so frightened it would have been-- exciting. Looking at his face, I realized that I was in more than trouble, I was in peril!
He entered the room in his teaching robes, no longer the man who I had kissed so passionately just moments ago. His voice, soft and menacing only uttered two words. “Explain yourself.”
Minds rushing madly about I started, “well what it is, Professor, I couldn’t sleep, and so I decided to head to the kitchens for a cup of tea...well, along the way I felt like I was being watched, and this corridor was there, and I ran down it, and came in the door. I didn’t want to be in trouble my last night here.” I finished weakly, hearing how feeble my excuses were. I could tell by his reaction that this wasn’t going well.
“Never, have I had a student intrude upon my rooms, Miss Granger, NEVER have I felt the need to lie about circumstances, until NOW. Why you have even found my rooms is the only answer I require.” He waited for me to come up with an answer, and I was afraid to tell him the truth, I could only shrug helplessly. “Were it not so damning to myself, I would go to the headmaster at once. As it is, Miss Granger, I will pretend this never happened. You owe me a debt, for saving your hide, as I am sure Mr. Filch would have be glad to have you expelled on the eve of your graduation.” I nodded readily in agreement.
“ What happened here tonight, was strictly an act of self preservation, do you understand me? I will not tolerate any familiarity from you. Take your wand, and get out. He held it towards me, handle towards me, subtly reminding me I had lost my wand. I took it, and headed towards the door, already planning. I turned at the door, and looked at my professor steadily. “Now it is my turn to talk,” he looked at me, a brow arched inquisitively, “ I found your rooms because I have been dreaming about you. As I have passed all my exams, the wards no longer hid your quarters from me. You challenge my mind, make me work harder, and smarter, and I love you for it. I will always remember what you have done for me, I will remember I owe you, but you professor, will not. Obliviate!” I cast the spell, fortunately catching him unaware to my intent, and seeing it’s effectiveness, hurried out the door, flew up to my dormitory, heedless of any potential witnesses, and cried myself to sleep.


Author\'s Notes: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it well enough to review it. This is the very first fan fiction story I\'ve written. Feed back would be appreciated. Suggestions on where to go from here... will be considered.
L. Evans