How it Began
There has always been something odd about Hermione Granger, something that boys her age didn't find appealing. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty or even beautiful. In fact, Hermione was gorgeous. But the young gentle men of Hogwarts didn't necessarily find her attractive due to her intelligence and the fact that she tended to show it off.
However, older men couldn't get enough of the beautiful little bookworm. Certainly her potions Professor, Severus Snape, couldn't either. Though, he did not show his affections, he did love her. From a distance, he would admire her beauty and brains. You see, Severus was never a very loving man. Only once in his life had he loved someone this much and though, it scared him, he couldn't help his feelings.
The young Hermione Granger also shared these feelings towards her professor, but, she found her love for him inappropriate so she repressed it.
Hermione was late, yet again, for her potions class. This was very unlike her but the extra time she has been spending in front of the mirror lately before potions has been making her late. She ran down into the dungeons and quietly snuck into her class.
"Ms. Granger," Snape said, annoyed.
"I know, Professor. I'm so sorry." She said, trying to avoid looking in his direction.
"This makes it 3 this week, Ms. Granger." He said as he walked towards her desk.
"I know, sir." She sat down and began taking out her books.
"Detention tonight in my office, Ms. Granger."
"Y- Yes, sir." She sank her head down into her book and waited for class to be over.
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, crying over her potions book. She had never gotten a detention before and the worst part was he gave it to her. The thought of him gave her goose bumps but not like he did the other students. No, Hermione wasn't afraid of her professor, she was in love with him. Though, she knew they could never be together, she held onto to the slightest hope that he would feel the same way.
She stood and wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn't let him see her like this but she also couldn't be late. Hermione packed up her things and headed down to the dungeons.
Hermione knocked on the door to her professor's office. She assumed that the grunt that came from the other side of the door signified he wanted her to enter. As she did, she noticed him in the corner. Though, she wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. Hermione sat down in one of the large arm chairs to the far left of the office and waited for him to acknowledge her.
"Ms. Granger," he said slowly, making Hermione shiver.
"Yes, Sir?" She asked.
"Would you like to tell me why you have been late for my three times in a row?"
"Uhm, I suppose I have been over sleeping."
Something in his face changed. Hermione let out an audible gasp and sank down in her chair hoping that it would make her disappear completely.
She had been thinking of the real reason she had been late. The primping and the extra attention she paid to her appearance for that specific class for a very specific reason.
She was so caught up in her thoughts of him that she forgot Snape was skilled in the art of occlumency. Hermione's body began shaking.
"Ms. Granger…." His voice was warm this time. He took a seat next to her in the other arm chair. He almost looked nervous. Like what he was about to do or say was going to be important or, break her heart into a million little pieces.
"… for me?" he finally spoke.
"Yes." She sighed. Her heart was racing.
Severus took one of Hermione's hands in his and looked deep into her eyes. She wasn't sure if he was reading her mind or if he truly was feeling what she was but the silence was slowly killing her.
Hermione stood up, grabbed her books, and ran out of the office. Leaving her potions professor alone again.