an overwhelming desire to win...

She knew he didn\'t see her enter because he was still standing with his back to her, his wand pointed at his head and muttering random spells. Hermione noticed the green chunk in his hair and stifled a laugh...evidently some first years had been doing cauldron work.

He looked so broad shouldered as she watched him, waving his wand delicately above his head. She looked at his back, moving onto his rather nice bottom...although it was hard to tell through the cloak he alwaore.ore.

She decided to tell him she was there and uttered a small, \"Professor?\"

He looked started, his back going straight and his hands flying to his side. He turned, his cloaks whirling around him like a blanket as he looked to her fiercely.

\"What are you doing in here?\" he hissed scathingly. Hermione shudderhe whe was furious. Her labido was off the hook, but her reason told her to run.

Bad plan! ABORT ABORT ABORT!

\"Err..I was just passing to...go to the Library and I heard you yelling in here...I was checking to see if you were alright.\"

Snape\'s dark eyes narrowed on her, his arms crossing over his chest protectively. \"This is quite a detour from the Library, Miss Granger.\"

Hermione offered a small shoulder shrug, trying to appeal to him as Pansy had. Ditzy. Snape wasn\'t looking too impressed though and Hermione abandoned all earlier ideas of acting forward and idiotic.

\"I know a quick solution for it.\" Hermione said helpfully, moving closer to him and licking her lips.

He looked to her darkly, what was she on about?

\"For what?\"

\"The stuff in your hair. Neville did the same thing a year ago...Professor Lupin was substituting.\"

Snape winced. After the fall of Voldemort in Harry\'s sixth year, Snape had been sent on a short leave, Dumbledore expected him to come back rested and perhaps under the circumstances, a bit more happy.

He had been wrong.

Snape had come back just as sinister and bitter as before, and personally Hermione couldn\'t have been happier. That was the thing with Snape...he never changed, and for her, balance and familiarity was everything.

Now she was standing a few feet from him, looking to him with passionate intensity. How could she possibly instill the emotion she felt for him into words?

She couldn\'t. It was a crush, pure and simple. A lust for an older, dashing man that really couldn\'t stand her.

Now he was looking to her strangely, not as formidable as before, but still...a puzzling look in the least. She was thankful that she had worn proper clothing now.

\"Fine Granger.\" Snape said bitterly, Hermione knew how furious he was for her barging in on him. She nodded, closing the door behind her and walking to him.

All her senses seemed to be on end, as she took in every scent around her, her eyes seemed keener, her fingers tingling as she looked to the lust worthy man that invaded her dreams.

He was really quite broad in the shoulder\'s she noticed as she stepped closer to him, trying to see the top of his head clearly. He looked down to her darkly, his hooded eye surveying her.

\"Err...would you mind sitting?\" she asked him gently as he sighed resignedly and did so, arms still crossed. Hermione could feel the heat radiating off of him as she leaned closer to his back...she couldn\'t do this from the front...much too nerve wracking.

Hermione took a deep breath, C\'mon Hermione...chin up, be calm. This is Professor Snape...he can smell fear. Do it for Gryffindor..do-

\"Well?\" Snape said darkly, breaking her encouraging thoughts. She made a face at the back of his head, and breathed deeply, hoping he wouldn\'t hear. Her chest was tight, her heart thumping and she prayed he couldn\'t hear it.

\"Sorry...\" she said behind him, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to remain steadily on her feet. This was becoming so very hard. She felt the sweat starting at the top of her head, and her cheeks were burning.

\"Here goes.\"

With a wave of her wand and a muttered spell, a small glop of an orange whipped cream looking substance was on the back of his head, over the small green chunk.

She had to rub it in.

She felt her heart beating at an enormous rate, and had just gingerly placed her hand on his head to rub the solvent into his hair when he spoke.

\"I can rub it in myself, Miss Granger.\" Snape said, grasping her wrist and dragging her to the front of him. His voice had been thick with something...almost...inviting.

She was about to back away then, to leave and apologize for bugging him. She would have to tell Pansy that she simply couldn\'t go through with the bet.

All of these things were ringing in her head, as he fiercely brought his lips to hers and kissed her.

All the senses in Hermione began going off, her eyes still open as she watched his own closed eyes flutter. She didn\'t even know what her own mouth was doing. But she felt him.

His hands that were once on her shoulders as he kissed her passionately were now wrapped around her, kissing her deeply, sucking at her and crushing her lips against his own.

what the holy hell? Hermione mind screamed as his kiss deepened.

Tingles ran all over her as her own arms lay at her side while the forceful Potion\'s master wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with vigor.

he hates me...he\'s supposed to hate me...

She hadn\'t been expecting the tongue that slid between her teeth and played about in her mouth, and she suddenly was thankful she had eaten those peppermints beforehand. He himself tasted of chocolate...dark chocolate.

How fitting...

His grip on her was stronger then, he pressed her to him roughly and she could faintly make out a bulge rubbing against her stomach, and while this excited her, it also scared her to death.

She wasn’t used to this at all. His hand traveled to her breasts then, cupping them and worrying the nipple through her clothing as she involuntarily moaned.

This wasn’t right.

She pushed off of him, panting heavily as he looked to her, with a look of obvious desire in his dark eyes. It was frightening. She backed away as he stood, coming closer to her. He raised a quizzical eyebrow as she spoke.

“But...you’re my Professor.”

Before he could say one word in that charming voice of his, Hermione threw open his chamber doors and ran back to her own room as fast as her shaking legs could carry her, leaving Snape standing and looking after her.