an awfully big adventure...

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears, nor her eyes. She was running down the halls of Hogwarts, her head whipping back every now and again to see if he was still gaining on her.

Yep. He was.

He growled with his dark eyes alive with fire from an anger no one could tame. His eyes were narrowed, although he could not see her. He was taking long and deliberate strides that scared her as she turned ever so slightly to see his menacing form behind her, a few feet.

Hermione tried to ignore the stitch in her side, her heart thumping so hard she could barely breathe. Her eyes wide with fright as she tried to stop her gasping at every opportunity.

He was still behind her though, that damned ovewn bwn bat. His eyes were narrowed, dark and flashing in anger. He was wearing his usual robe, and it billowed behind him as he ran after her. His hair whipped all around his face as his dark eyes now crazily scanned the dark and ecg hag hallway.

She stood suddenly, cupping her own hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the heavy breathing. He strode up beside her, carefully listening for anything that may be of importance. The running footsteps had diminished suddenly, and he knew the vandal was ahead. He didn’t bother to hold back the contemptuous smirk laid upon his lips as his hands went behind his back.

“I have a proposition for you, whoever you are” Snape said dangerously soft, his liursiursing every now and then, “Either give yourself up now and perhaps detention will be the worst. Because if you don’t, and I catch you…” he trailed off, not needing to go on.

Hermione was trembling now, the bottom of his cloak brushed very close by, and she could faintly see him through the cloak’s fairly thin material. She refused to give herself up though. Professor Snape had no mercy.

Draco, Snape suspected was the one who was most likely to steal from him, the boy was ys gys getting into trouble. But why steal from him in particular? He probably had all the supplies he needed right at his own home. No point in risking expon. on. Then there was always Potter and Weasely, always up to something, now that they were 7th years, theyughtught they ran the bloody school. His mind briefly flitted to…Granger…she had stolen from him before. The Chamber of Secrets.

He looked all around, listening for any indication that his hunch may not be pure imagination. He sighed frustrated, and leaned against the wall, directly beside Hermione. He stood rigidly, his eyes all over as he brushed some greasy dark hair behind his ear. He listened hard, waiting for anything to sound off.

They stood like that for a good half-hour, and at this time Herimone noticed the man’s determination. He stood with lips pursed as he waited for anything to help him catch his culprit.

He really was a greasy git, his dark oily hair almost glowing from the light from the candles. His sallow cheeks so very pale, his beady, black eyes shooting all over. The man was like a checkerboard but less creative. Black and white. That was him.

She shivered as she imagined his knuckles brushing her stomach. His fingers may have seemed lean and graceful looking to any outsider, but she knew what he had done with hands like that. He had been a Deatheater. And although she pretended he did nothing to stir fear from her, he did.

But as her fear started to diminish in the hallway, ever so temporary, she wondered sadly watching him, how he had managed through life. Alone. He stood with his arms crossed in front of him like a spoiled child. He was frowning even more deeply now. Always alone she noticed, he could barely stand the other professors. She almost felt sorry for him, but recalled the moments she had spent with him earlier that day in his class.

“Miss Granger, if you insist in raising your hand at every question I present, and not giving your classmates a chance, I will take fifty points from Gryffindor for your annoying over-confidence.”

She frowned now, not that anyone could see. That man lived on mere malice. But as his eyes began to droop from fatigue she sort of felt sorry for keeping him up. He did have classes to teach tomorrow morning.

‘Yeah, well you have to attend a bunch of classes, tomorrow, including his.’ A voice said in her head, and Hermione was inclined to agree.

Finally with a heavy sigh of defeat, he moved from the wall, startling Hermione and with a spin on his heel furiously strode down the hallway, his footsteps echoing off of the walls.

He was gone. Thank Merlin.

She moved slowly, almost expecting him to come back. She removed her shoes and quietly padded back to her dormitory. All her rotes tes were asleep, as it was almost three in the morning.

She dropped the invisibility cloak beside her bed, leaning against her door and sliding down its smooth surface until she landed on the floor, her back still against the cool door.

She then grinned and pulled the small vial from her pocket. She placed it on the marble floor beside her, feeling her smirk turn into a relieved and large smile. It clinked as it hit the ground softly, the glowing green liquid inside swirling around. It was actualuiteuite breathtaking, the color and movement, it looked as if a small spirit was dancing, trapped inside.

Hermione thought back to her daring escape, feeling as if Harry and Ron would be proud of her when they heard what had happened.

She had been in Snape’s storage that night, looking for a particular potion. She was searching around and had made it quite effortlessly into the Potions room having borrowed Harry’s invisibility cloak and to her total horror only seconds after sad tad tossed it back over her shoulder’s after grabbing the vial, Snape had walked in, looking completely livid.

His head had turned to the side, listening for something…anything. And at that exact moment; Hermione had stifled a sneeze and a small squeak emerged. His head had whipped around, looking exactly where she was standing, and she felt her heart stop momentarily.

“I don’t know who is in here,” he said with an angry scowl upon his pale face, that deep almost hypnotic voice “But rest assured as soon as I catch you, detention will not even be an issue. It will be straight expulsion.”

Hermione had felt her bladder freeze right there as her heart thumped painfully, expulsion? She didn’t think she would have been caught. What was she thinking?! She had been so caught up in her plan she hadn’t even bothered taking this into consideration.

At this she had seen her chance, and grasping the cloak tightly around her, she had slipped past Snape as he scanned the room, his dark eyes trying to see her. She wasn’t expecting his hand to come up and brush against her stomach through the cloak.

She had sucked in her breath before she knew what she was doing, and saw his eyes widen as he groped for her again, but she was gone.

He had heard the footsteps scamper down the hall in the direction of the Library, and he had rushed off after it, determined to catch whomever thought they could take on Professor Severus Snape.

Now she sighed in relief, she was back in the Gryffindor tower, and Snape could not reach her. She leaned over as she sat cross-legged on the cold floor, hypnotized by the dancing figure in the small vial.

She smiled at her anticipation for this potion. She had been working for a few days now, and it called for the certain ingredient. Soon, he would be her’s.

The small taped parchment, in Snape’s own cramped writing read of a small word; Lust.