Just a short, little one-shot. Enjoy!

Hermione glanced up at Severus, who was staring at her expectedly. He was waiting for her to say something. She had called after him as he began walking down the hall after the staff meeting.

His eyebrows rose as if to say well? She could almost hear the drawl in her mind.

Come on Hermione, just spit it out! Tell him you fancy him! Her inner self was tapping her foot on the floor in impatient. She tried to speak, but found her voice had disappeared. Her throat had gone dry, and all that came out with a small squeak.

Severus smiled sadly, before turning and continuing down the hallway, his robes billowing behind him.

She felt her heart sink in disappointment. Severus would never return her affections. She felt stupid for even thinking he would.

Well maybe if you told him how you felt, he would tell you! Go after him stupid, her conscience chided.

"Severus!" She cried once more, and ran after him. He stopped, but didn't turn to face her. She huffed, trying to catch her breath.

"Listen, Professor Granger, I don't wish to play games with you, so if you have something you need to say, spit it out girl." He growled, his back still turned to her.

She took a deep breath. You can do this; just tell him how you feel.

"Severus," she ignored the huff he made when she used his first name, "I obviously lack the confidence to say what's on my mind. Everytime I try to tell you how I feel, I start shaking, sweating... You confound me every time." She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "I care for you, more than just a colleague, or even just a friend. I know you may not return my affections, but I just needed you to know."

He didn't say anything, and she felt her heart sink. She sighed, and then turned to walk away. Him ever returning her affections would just be a dream to her. She took about two steps before she felt his large hands grip her shoulders, swinging her around.

He crashed his lips to hers before she could even register what was going on.

The kiss was hard, and rough, filled with a primal need of want and desire. She groaned into it, savoring every sensation. The feel of his silky smooth hair slipping through her fingers, the taste of his mouth on hers, the smell of musky woods, the sound of soft groans escaping. Opening her eyes, she saw his black ones staring back at her.

Abruptly, the kiss ended.

He stared at her, and then gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Why?" He asked softly.

She blushed, and then shrugged. "You were so brave during the war, and you saved so many lives, including mine. You're so articulate; the way you speak sends chills down my spine. And you're just so insecure about yourself and life in general, yet you just keep trying to push on. You've never said my name, and although I'm not sure if it's out of respect or annoyance that I'm a teacher, I like it. I like how although you've never shown it, I know you respect me as an equal. Severus, there are so many-"

"Hermione." He whispered, his soft baritone voice caressing her name.

She shivered. Severus kissed you and he said your name! He definitely cares about you. This is good. This is real good. She was beaming on the inside.

His fingertips brushed her collarbone, gently touching the skin. He felt the coarse skin caused by Dolohov's curse. He frowned, cause Hermione to blush insecurely. He unbuttoned his frock coat, and then lifted the shift, revealing his pale skin. "I have the same sad scar."

Hermione gently ran her fingers over his scar. It felt exactly the same as hers. This fact calmed her, as strange as that was. She wasn't the only person in the world who had been hurt by Dolohov. She wasn't alone in the pain she still felt.

She began to shake. Sighing, Severus pulled her into his arms. "Hermione, please stop shaking. Why are you so scared?"

She sighed, trying to calm the quells coursing through her body. "I just don't understand. You obviously know how I feel, but I don't know how you feel."

Severus grabbed her chin, and tipped her face upwards. "Hermione, I've been suppressing feelings for you for the past two years you've been teaching her. I've spent hours convincing myself that I'm not good enough for you. Hearing you say that you care for me," He sighed, "The way that makes me feel is indescribable."

He gently pressed her lips to hers once more. Their second kiss was just as perfect as the first.

"Come to my office after your classes this morning Professor Granger," he commanded. Checking to see the coast was still clear of any students, he pressed another kiss to her lips.

She smiled, "Okay, I'll see you then Professor Snape." She watched his back as he retreated down the hall.

Smiling, she made her way towards her classroom in a daze. Severus liked her back! Her inside was cheering in excitement.

She sat down at her desk in the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom. She began trying to grade her second year papers, but found her thoughts kept drifting.

About two and a half years ago, Harry had finally defeated Voldemort. But the Wizarding World was left in shambles. Harry and Ron immediately left for Auror training, leaving Hermione with nothing to do.

So, she helped Minerva and the rest of the teachers rebuild the castle. They had finished, right before the next term was supposed to start. It was a miracle. Minerva had asked her to stay on as a teacher, and she happily obliged. Hogwarts was her home.

Three days before the student's arrived, she left to Australia, to try and find her parents. Ron, her newly found boyfriend, was supposed to accompany her, but bailed the last minute. Hermione went alone, but a strain had been placed on their relationship. She did her best to ignore it, much like she ignored most of the things Ron did, but it began to eat at her.

She pushed it from her mind, and finally found her parents. After a few tries, she finally succeeded in restoring their memories. They were angry with her at first, but after explaining things a few times, they weren't as mad. In fact, they would proud that she had thought about their safety over anything else.

Hermione's parents decided that they wanted to stay in their new neighborhood, and keep the jobs they had found. She respected their decision and told them that she would write often.

She had arrived back at Hogsmeade, with a day left before term. So, she had decided to pay Harry and Ron a visit. Well, needless to say, Harry wasn't there, but Lavender Brown was, so Hermione immediately ended their relationship.

They still talked every once and awhile, but the blow of Ron's infidelity still stung. But like everything else, she pushed it from her mind, and threw herself into her teaching, one hundred percent.

Things went great until Severus had been deemed well enough to be released from St. Mungo's. After learning the truth from Harry, she saw Severus in a different light. She had always respected the man, but her respect had tripled.

That was when the infatuation started. He wanted nothing to do with her, but she wanted everything to do with him. She would always try and make it so they would patrol on the same night, claim she needed to borrow potion ingredients, chaperone Hogsmeade with him, anything so she would be around him.

And now here she was, two years later. She had finally worked up the guts to tell him how she felt. And he liked her back! She smiled with giddiness.

Looking up, she saw her students filing in for class.

She quickly made her way down towards the dungeons. Her heart was racing. She stared at his door, and immediately felt like a student once more. Ignoring the pitter pat of her heart, she raised her hand and gently knocked on his door.

The door swung open, revealing a scowling Potions master. His expression immediately relaxed when he saw it was her. He stepped aside, letting her in.

She played with her fingers as she followed him into his private study. He gestured for her to take a seat on the couch, which she gladly did. "So...?" She stated, her nerves getting the better of her.

He sat down next to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "So." He stated.

Hermione stared at the floor. Where did all your confidence go Hermione? Come on, you got him where you want him! Make a move, her subconscious snipped at her.

"Severus, I-"

Severus cut her off with another kiss. He wanted her to know that he did care for her. "Hermione, I don't deserve you," he stated, "but I want you, more than you could ever know."

"I want you." She whispered back, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. She placed another kiss upon his lips.

Breaking free, he smiled. "Shall I have the elves bring us dinner?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving him. Dinner appeared, and the two of them ate in silence, his hand holding hers. He repeatedly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, sending shivers down her spine.

Once they finished, she sat on the couch, just discussing the Wolfsbane Potion. Hermione was about to respond when her body went rigid, and then she began to shake.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Severus asked worriedly.

She clutched his shoulder. "Don't worry, it happens all the time," she spat out through clenched teeth.

"Hermione, this isn't normal," he said as pulled her into his arms. He held her until she finished shaking.

She shrugged, but remained in his embrace. "It's happened since the War. These tremors, they're part of my life now."

"Oh Hermione," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers. She sighed into his kiss. It was warm and comforting.

"What would you like to do?" He asked, trying to make her comfortable.

"We could read?" She suggested a smile on her face.

"All right," He nodded. He stood, walked over to his bookshelf, and grabbed two books. He walked back over, and handed one to Hermione. She smiled once more.

"You're probably the only one I know who likes to read as much as I do." He said with a soft smile.

She nodded. "Books have always been my life."

He took in her words. They were more alike than he thought.

The two of them got lost in the reading.

Glancing at the clock, Severus saw that it was half past midnight. "Hermione, you should probably head back to your rooms," he suggested.

She didn't respond.

Looking down, Severus had found that she had fallen asleep. She looked so perfect sleeping; he just didn't have the heart to move her. He wordlessly summoned a blanket, and wrapped it around the two of them. Closing his eyes, he too drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Hermione awoke, surprised to find herself sleeping on the couch, all tangled up in Severus. She pressed a kiss to his jaw, causing him to stir.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Good morning," she said brightly. Sitting up, she stretched her arms. "Severus, I think this is the first time I've slept through the night without having a fit." She kissed him. "Thank you."

He ran his hand through her hair. "Hermione, will you accompany me on a date to Hogsmeade later today?"

She blushed. "Severus Snape, are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Then yes! I'd love too!" She exclaimed, her lips claiming his once more.

She finally had the man she had been dreaming about. She finally had the man who was her dark knight, her hero. Yes, everything would work out just fine.