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It was strange. For years Professor Severus Snape had always thrown the words at you with a sneer when you confronted him. What do you want? He always snarled, and his trademark scowl was placed firmly on his pale face.
It wasn't until her seventh year that she really contemplated the double meaning behind his words. The words were spat at her when she knocked softly on his door one day, to ask about an essay.
"What do you want?" He snarled, barely looking up from his work.
"I just wanted to ask a question about the essay you set earlier, Sir," she replied. It was only after she had left that she came to think about his question. She knew his question was directed at the present, but she couldn't help contemplating the future as well. What DID she want?
Something in her pulled her back, and when the next essay was set she found herself entering the dungeons again.
"What do you want?" He snarled again, just like last time, though with a bit more impatience now.
"I just wanted to ask a question," no, not really, actually. She didn't have any questions; she just wanted to hear that question from him. It sounded so deep when it came from him, as if he directed it to her future, not just the present. She felt entranced by his words. They were so harsh, but behind them lay… everything.
In Career Guidance McGonagall asked her what she wanted, but Hermione just smirked wistfully. It was nothing like the way Snape said it. Nonetheless Hermione replied with what she would usually have done, though this time her reply, educational as it was, was not the priority of her future, not that she revealed that bit.
Graduation was soon upon her. Everyone was laughing and celebrating, enjoying that they were moving on. Just before she left with her parents she slipped into the dungeons, just like she had done on many other occasions, though this time she was dressed like a woman, not like a schoolgirl.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape drawled tiredly, obviously hoping he could be left alone. He leaned back in his chair, stretching somewhat.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I want?" She searched his eyes, but she was unable to read them. He furrowed his brows, trying to read her, but she merely stood tall and composed, revealing no secrets. They regarded each other for a few short minutes before the words slowly rolled off his tongue.
"What do you want, Miss Granger?" He finally asked, and she stepped towards him tentatively. She leaned over the desk until her face was just in front of him, stern. Then slowly her expression loosened and a soft blush graced her cheeks as she whispered:
"You," her lips brushed against his softly, and then she gave a small contented sigh before she disappeared, leaving a shocked Snape in her wake.
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