Dreams and consequences

A/N: Thanks to the reviewers, you know who you are. First, let me appologize for the slowness of which the plot moves. Also, I have noticed some typos, and at some time when I am no longer sleep deprived, I\'ll fix them.
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Lily



Hermione nocked timidly at the entrance to the hospital wing. She felt foolish being sent here as she felt fine. She looked around at the utilitarian whitel walls, beds lined up with military precision. Corners of beds laying smooth and neat. Gone were the flowers adorning bedsides of sick students, Gone the soothing chatter of friends come to visit. Indeed, the only noise was that of overpowering quiet. Hermione looked to the differnent beds she had been stationed in over the years. The bed by the north window when she was recovering from her botched polyjuice, just a few more down when she was petrified. the one on the south when she was having her teeth fixed. Idly she wondered which one she\'d be asked to use today,

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Poppy Ponfrey had been around the block. There wasn\'t much that she couldn\'t handle. She had faced petrified students, botched transfigurations, potions gone awry, and now she was going to handle a long term recipient of of love potion. She had locked herself away in her office reading up on the latest research about long term affects of love potions. The only problem: she couldn\'t seem to find any. It was well documented that a love potion would cause feelings to grow within a person for another person. It was never necessary to give multiple doses, as a single dose was most affective. Usually, a counter potion needed to be given within a week of first signs that a love potion had been injested. To her knowledge, no one had ever resisted the effects of a love potion long term. Setting the medijournal down she tiredly rubbed her eyes. Reading the small print wasn\'t as easy for her as it used to be. She filed all the journals back onto her bookshelf and tidied her office. If there was something she couldn\'t stand, it was clutter. She looked at her self and straightened her always pristine uniform and headed back into the hospital wing.

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After her check-up with madam Pomfrey, Hermione\'s cheeks were quite red. The midiwitch had discussed with her things that were best coming from her mum. Never-the-less, she was pressed into accepting a contraceptive potion. Her cheeks were quite red. Never had she thought that others would be thinking about her desire to bed the potion\'s master. What made it worse, Hermione thought ruefully, was that he probably brewed the stuff himself. It was almost more than she could bear, the sympathetic looks when they thought she wasn\'t looking, After enduring that woman for 30 minutes longer than she felt she needed to, Hermione was released from Madam Pomfrey\'s care, a list in her hand of the potions that needed restocking. Madam Pomfrey\'s eyes followed her out the door, a look of pity on her usually stern features.

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\"MIss Granger,\" a voice originating from about waist high squeaked up at her. She looked down to see her charms professor. She smiled her first genuine smile in what felt like an eternity. Hello, Professor Flitwick, she greeted warmly. \"I hear, Miss Granger that you are to be staying on?\" He queried. She nodded yes. He motioned that she should bend closer that he could whisper in her ear. Surprised, she did so. \"Please come to my office later, I have something for you.\" Beaming up at her he headed down the cooridor. \'Odd, that, thought Hermione, but dismissed it from her mind. She turned towards the stairs that would lead her to the dungeons, and Snape. She knew not to dally, as it would only be worse. She wanted to get on with her life, and she was less than thrilled to be stuck loving that git. She hoped that she could get over him. She supposed she would just keep on doing what she\'d been doing, and hope for the best.

Severus Snape was becoming impatient. The know-it-all should have been here, by his estimates, 25 minutes ago. He had done all the last minute clearing away. Getting rid of bric a brac that had invariable accrued over the school year. Bits of parchment he\'d confiscated with note upon them, gadgets and gizmose of unkown origins that had distracted one hufflepuff in particular, he almost smiled at the memory of the terror shining from her eyes when she realized she\'d been caught. Those were the moments he lived for. It was this moment that Miss Granger made her appearance.

She was startled to see a look of, was it happiness, as he was cleaning out his desk. She wondered what cuold have caused it. Not wanting to startle him, she knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. Dark eyes looked upon her, piercing hr own gaze. She felt the need to lower her gaze, but her pride wouldn\'t let her. She returned his stare, until finally he spoke.

\"Come, in, one mustn\'t lurk in doorways, Miss Granger, it\'s rude.\" He took delight in the flush that stained her cheeks- Good, he thought to himself as he turned away to conceal a small smile. He was surprised to hear her clear voice,

\"Fancy that, the potions master giving lessons on manners.\" She continued before her courage failed her, \"Next you\'ll be ginving beauty tips.\" She strode over to his desk and set Pomfrey\'s list down on it\'s recently cleared suface. \"Here is the list that Madam Pomfrey gave me. Do not think that I will be coerced into doing your gruntwork. I am no longer a student here, and I won\'t allow you to treat me as one.\"her voice wavered,\" Taking a huge gulp of air, she pressed on. \"Had you asked for assistance, that would have been anouther matter. I won\'t be treated badly by anyone. Even you!\" and with that she stormed towards the door.

Somehow he was blocking her only exit. His eyes burned with a fire that could consume her soul as his eyes bored into hers. His voice, cut through her near hysteria. Just as she was about to wrench the door open, he was blocking it with his body. Hermione froze.

\"Just because you have finished school, Miss Granger does not make you my equal. You would do well to remember that. Now, there is something you took from me, that I want back. \"

With that, he grasped her forarms, manuvered her so that in a blink of an eye she was pinned between he and the door. He looked at her lips, even now still puffy from his kisses, and lowered his head, his lips tentatively brushing hers and igniting a fire between them.




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