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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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34,413
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85
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Currently Reading:
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The Object of Hermione's Desire
Chapter 2: The Object of Hermione’s Desire
Being a teenager wasn’t easy, ask the inhabitants of Hogwarts. But for Hermione Granger everything seemed harder and more complicated. She supposed it was her own bloody fault as she hurried along to the library. Always trying to out-do everyone else. Always trying to be the best.
And for the most part she was the best. Getting to the top of her class required hard work and extreme discipline. It was amazing she was as successful as she was with Ron and Harry as her friends. Those two were always up to no good and she found herself increasingly impatient with them.
But as the trio blossomed into adulthood Hermione’s thoughts often strayed into areas that were new to her. Thoughts that made her squirm and rub her thighs together.
She reached the library and found a quiet table in the back and spread her books out. Looking around to make sure she wouldn’t be disturbed, she pulled out a small notebook and began to write with her quill.
Dreadful day today. I was helping Lavender with her reducing potion and Prof. Snape reprimanded me for no reason. He’s so infuriating! At least he didn’t take 5 pts away from Gryffindor like he usually does. He almost seemed distracted today…
H. was distant today too. He didn’t talk much at lunch. I sat across from him so I could watch him but he didn’t look up much. Ron babbled away oblivious as usual. I think H. is avoiding me since that night.
I keep going back to that night. Everything was so accidental and innocent. All I did was give him a quick peck on the cheek but since then he’s been so quiet. Sometimes I think he doesn’t want to be around me. I hate the feelings I have, but I really like him. After all these years as friends it’s changing. Oh why won’t he see me for what I am?
She shut her notebook and lay down her quill. A long sigh escaped from deep down. She pulled out her Charms book and read until half past seven. Missed dinner again, she thought, but why eat?
Just then Harry and Ron entered the library. From her vantage point she could see them but they weren’t aware of her. She didn’t complain because she could watch Harry from a distance.
Harry slumped into a chair and was conversing easily with Ron. His lean body was clad in rumpled school clothes but she liked it. His hair was longer now, but just as unruly and she fancied that as well. He looked so at ease compared to his behavior at lunch and she thought glumly that she was the cause of it all. She watched him for several minutes more and decided to pack up her books, make her presence known and then proceed to the Gryffindor common room to finish her assignments.
When she approached Harry, Ron stopped talking and the two of them looked up at her.
“Didn’t see you at dinner tonight, Hermione,” Ron said.
“I lost track of time, I guess,” she answered, never taking her eyes off Harry.
“Done studying, then?” Ron asked.
“For now. I’m going up to the common room so I can get more comfortable. Are you both staying here?”
Ron shrugged. “Probably.”
Hermione felt her face flush a bit. “Ok, well I’ll see you later then.”
Ron shrugged again and said: “sure.”
The whole time Harry said nothing and didn’t look up from his books. She left without another word and exited the library. She couldn’t have been more upset.
Once she settled in the common room by the fireplace and Crookshanks at her side could she think some more. Why all of a sudden did she like Harry for more than a friend? Why couldn’t she go back to the way it used to be when they were all eleven year old kids just starting out? Now her body was telling her things that she didn’t understand. She was torn between wanting Harry and wanting to suppress all of those desires.
She watched as Crookshanks stood up, stretched, turned around and went back to sleep. Maybe she had to distance herself from Harry. It seemed that Harry and Ron didn’t want much to do with her these days. They spent all their free time talking about Quidditch and girls. It became increasingly uncomfortable for her.
And the sad thing about it was she really didn’t have any friends outside of those two. She never got friendly with the other girls in her house. Many of them thought she was a snob and a know-it-all. And she probably was.
Hermione studied for several hours more hoping to run into Harry again before bedtime, but he didn’t appear. Too tired to wait any longer she climbed the stairs to the girls’ dormitory and retired. At least in her dreams she could have the object of her desire.
Being a teenager wasn’t easy, ask the inhabitants of Hogwarts. But for Hermione Granger everything seemed harder and more complicated. She supposed it was her own bloody fault as she hurried along to the library. Always trying to out-do everyone else. Always trying to be the best.
And for the most part she was the best. Getting to the top of her class required hard work and extreme discipline. It was amazing she was as successful as she was with Ron and Harry as her friends. Those two were always up to no good and she found herself increasingly impatient with them.
But as the trio blossomed into adulthood Hermione’s thoughts often strayed into areas that were new to her. Thoughts that made her squirm and rub her thighs together.
She reached the library and found a quiet table in the back and spread her books out. Looking around to make sure she wouldn’t be disturbed, she pulled out a small notebook and began to write with her quill.
Dreadful day today. I was helping Lavender with her reducing potion and Prof. Snape reprimanded me for no reason. He’s so infuriating! At least he didn’t take 5 pts away from Gryffindor like he usually does. He almost seemed distracted today…
H. was distant today too. He didn’t talk much at lunch. I sat across from him so I could watch him but he didn’t look up much. Ron babbled away oblivious as usual. I think H. is avoiding me since that night.
I keep going back to that night. Everything was so accidental and innocent. All I did was give him a quick peck on the cheek but since then he’s been so quiet. Sometimes I think he doesn’t want to be around me. I hate the feelings I have, but I really like him. After all these years as friends it’s changing. Oh why won’t he see me for what I am?
She shut her notebook and lay down her quill. A long sigh escaped from deep down. She pulled out her Charms book and read until half past seven. Missed dinner again, she thought, but why eat?
Just then Harry and Ron entered the library. From her vantage point she could see them but they weren’t aware of her. She didn’t complain because she could watch Harry from a distance.
Harry slumped into a chair and was conversing easily with Ron. His lean body was clad in rumpled school clothes but she liked it. His hair was longer now, but just as unruly and she fancied that as well. He looked so at ease compared to his behavior at lunch and she thought glumly that she was the cause of it all. She watched him for several minutes more and decided to pack up her books, make her presence known and then proceed to the Gryffindor common room to finish her assignments.
When she approached Harry, Ron stopped talking and the two of them looked up at her.
“Didn’t see you at dinner tonight, Hermione,” Ron said.
“I lost track of time, I guess,” she answered, never taking her eyes off Harry.
“Done studying, then?” Ron asked.
“For now. I’m going up to the common room so I can get more comfortable. Are you both staying here?”
Ron shrugged. “Probably.”
Hermione felt her face flush a bit. “Ok, well I’ll see you later then.”
Ron shrugged again and said: “sure.”
The whole time Harry said nothing and didn’t look up from his books. She left without another word and exited the library. She couldn’t have been more upset.
Once she settled in the common room by the fireplace and Crookshanks at her side could she think some more. Why all of a sudden did she like Harry for more than a friend? Why couldn’t she go back to the way it used to be when they were all eleven year old kids just starting out? Now her body was telling her things that she didn’t understand. She was torn between wanting Harry and wanting to suppress all of those desires.
She watched as Crookshanks stood up, stretched, turned around and went back to sleep. Maybe she had to distance herself from Harry. It seemed that Harry and Ron didn’t want much to do with her these days. They spent all their free time talking about Quidditch and girls. It became increasingly uncomfortable for her.
And the sad thing about it was she really didn’t have any friends outside of those two. She never got friendly with the other girls in her house. Many of them thought she was a snob and a know-it-all. And she probably was.
Hermione studied for several hours more hoping to run into Harry again before bedtime, but he didn’t appear. Too tired to wait any longer she climbed the stairs to the girls’ dormitory and retired. At least in her dreams she could have the object of her desire.