To find a dream

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I’m terribly sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, but honestly I’ve been in a so much hurry and stress for a while that it has been nearly impossible to even sit down and write!


Chapter 5.


Hermione did never actually get herself to the dungeons that night. Before all the other girls fell asleep, she had loads of time to think about the things that had upset her in the first place.

In the end she just thought it was all nonsense. She was just a pathetic teenaged girl with teenagers’ problems, rolling around in self pity. Why should that bother a certain teacher in their school, who by the way happened to hate her.

Satisfied in a way Hermione finally fell asleep after deciding to let go of her stupid, childish depressing thoughts also with crush to that certain teacher. Only she didn’t know it was going to be way harder she expected for now.

At 7am. next morning Hermione woke up and went to get breakfast from the kitchen, since she didn’t want to bump up to Ron and Harry with all their questions. She hadn’t eaten anything for over a day so she was starving.

When Hermione walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, she had a tingling feeling in her stomach. She had heard that Snape usually came to kitchen to get his breakfast too.

However Hermione didn’t bump up to Snape nor anyone except for the house elves while getting her food. Sooner than she had expected, she was back in the Gryffindors’ tower, eating her breakfast.

On the other hand, Hermione thought, she’d wanted to meet Snape at her trip to downstairs. To see his shiny black hair, evil smile and his beautifully sculptured body beneath the awesome black robes.

But then ob the other hand, it could have been too awkward after the last time they’d met. Besides, Snape could’ve been mean to her about yesterdays’ missed classes. Or maybe Hermione couldn’t have controlled herself and she would’ve jumped on to his neck and kissed him dead. Snape would’ve probably killed her if she did that, Hermione thought.

He could hear Hermione’s’ footsteps on the stoned floor of the corridor and without even turning his head he disappeared in to the shadows, behind a statue. Snape was more than relieved that the girl was so deep in her thoughts she had missed his presence.

He was afraid of meeting the girl. She had missed her class yesterday and he definitely didn’t want to punish her.

Snape was starting to get frightened of his own thoughts. Normally he loved to tease any of the Gryffindors, especially this little miss know-it-all, but now something had hit him!


Well, maybe it’s her lovely little ass, swaying side to side as she walks down the halls… I wonder what it would feel like to touch it. Her skin would probably be soft, her body pure and untouched…

A loud bang from the kitchen suddenly woke him up from his thoughts and he remembered to go and get his food.

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