Enamorado

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"I can't do this anymore Ginny, I need your help." Hermione huffed, blowing a stray curl from her face.

"The dreams again?" the redhead asked noticing the dark circles under her best friend's eyes.

"They're getting worse Ginny. I have them during the day now too. I can't function like this. My marks are going to start slipping if I don't do something soon."

"Maybe it's just pent up sexual frustration and you just need to get laid."

"Easier said than done Gin. I doubt he's even noticed I'm female. I'm losing my mind here."

"Who says it has to be him? Zabini was checking you out at breakfast yesterday, I'm sure he'd take you for a ride." Ginny giggled.

"And have the whole of Slytherin house know everything by morning? No thanks Gin."

"Point taken. So you need a man, not a boy. One intelligent enough to hold a conversation with you, experienced enough to rock your world and mature enough to keep it to himself. Yep, you need Snape alright."

"That's what I've been telling you Gin. I can't get him out of my head, it's infuriating. How do I get him to notice me, as a woman not a bushy haired know-it-all?"

"We've got serious work to do Hermione. Let's talk about your wardrobe."

"I'm not going to like this am I?"

"Absolutely not, but it'll get results." Ginny said with a wink.

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The silence in the Great Hall was deafening as Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor table and dropped into the seat next to Ginny. She heard a few forks and spoons clatter to the plates below and a rush of whispers erupted.

"I feel ridiculous Ginny, everyone is staring."

"Don't be silly, it's just an inch or two off your skirt and an extra button undone."

"Then why does Professor Snape look furious at me. And is that oatmeal spattered on his robes?"

"It's amazing what a deep conditioning treatment and a little make up can do. And yes, it's oatmeal. Your love bunny dropped his spoon when you walked in and has yet to notice his robes. I don't know about you, but I certainly don't want to be around when he finally does."

"Too late Gin. Professor Flitwick just elbowed him and the Slytherins are giggling."

"Uh oh. This is going to be bad. I was dreading potions as it was."

Professor Snape's chair was flung back as he jumped to his feet and stormed out of the Great Hall, robes billowing in all their glory and glaring at a not so bushy haired know-it-all.

"Uh oh indeed."