Dreams and consequences

Disclaimer: See chapter one. I own positively nothing of value. Not even talent.

Strangely enough, as the words left her mouth, the stairwell stopped moving upwards. Hermione could hear her breathing fast and shallow as she looked at Snape. He was quite handsome, and in these close confines she could feel a weird, and quite unwelcome attraction for him.
“Last night,” she started hesitantly, “ I was out late. I couldn’t sleep.” Seeing his look of impatience she hurriedly continued. “I was on my way to the kitchens, and I found a new corridor. Filch heard me walking about, and I panicked.”
\"Your reason for telling me this sordid tale is what, exactly miss Granger.\" Snape interrupted. He hardly felt in the mood to hear sordid teenage confessions. \"I hardly have time to waste on silly little problems such as yours with the caretaker.” Snape’s silky voice intoned dryly.
“I’m telling you, sir, because I hid in your quarters. You were sleeping for some reason on your couch, which I had hoped to hide on.\" Rushing on when she could see he was about to speak. \"When Filch came in, well sir, it did look pretty much as though you were with someone. So, since Filch couldn\'t see who I was, you, well you deceived. him.” Hermione omitted several key details at this point she felt that discretion would behoove her at this point.
“Surely, your overactive imagination has run away with you.” Snape said dismissively. “ I have never had a student in my quarters. I am sure I would recall such an unlikely event such as that.” With a look of annoyance twisting his features, he continued. “Now, step aside, so that we may continue up the stairs.”
“Professor, when Filch came in, you were pinning me to the couch. It looked as though we were, well, making love.” She coloured brightly at that, however, her earnestness gave him pause. ”You kissed me, surely you can see the evidence of your kisses on my lips, as well as feel them on your own.\" Throwing all caution to the wind, Hermione decided to come completely clean, and clear her conscience. \"Well, when Filch left you said that I owed you. Can you please accept my appology, I was embarrassed. I didn’t want you to remember, and I didn’t think anyone would find out. I obliviated you. I am so, so sorry.\" She said with tears coursing down her cheeks.
He looked into her eyes. Yes, she was telling the truth, but not entirely. This was quite the pickle she had placed him in, and for what, he wasn\'t even sure. What else could she be hiding? “It seems Miss Granger, that even on the last day of school trouble finds you.\" He said heavily, a tone of resignation lacing his words. \"Now you have included me as well. Very well. Let us see what the headmaster wants.\" As she turned around she heard him say in his normal diciplinary tones,\" I shall be expecting a parchment no less than ten pages on the idiocy of your actions before you leave today, and 100 points from gryffindor, for involving me in your sordid little soap opera. Is that clear?”
The creaking sounds of the staircase moving upwards again filled the small chamber. All to soon they were facing the entrance to the headmaster’s office.


Author’s notes: It’s back to the sweatshop I work for. Next update will be Thursday coming. I hope you who are reading it are enjoying it. Reviews are welcome, especially suggestions where improvement can be made. Yes, there is a plot, but, as a first time writer, I don’t think I am doing that well. Everyone has to start somewhere–right?
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