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Forbidden Fantasies	By : StarFire Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 23574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Severus spent the majority of his Saturday in his storeroom organizing and taking count of ingredients that needed replacing for his students’ upcoming classes. The parchment, which was almost full of items, was hovering near him ready to record the anything he needed. He had discarded his outer robes a few hours into his task, to allow himself to maneuver easily around the delicate vials to get to the very dusty ones at the back of the shelves.

When the clock on his desk chimed the half-hour mark, Severus made his way out of the storeroom to see what time it actually was. He had worked up a good sweat, noticing the tiny beads dancing on his brow. Working in such a small space for, he glanced at the clock in shock, seven-thirty already. He had spent a good eight hours in the storeroom, what in the world had his students done to his storeroom for it to take him that long to reorganize it back to par.

Shaking his head he returned back to the storeroom to fetch his hovering list and closed the door, Miss Granger would be arriving for her eight o’clock detention and he needed a moment to gather his discarded robes and run a cleaning spell over himself.

Once situated back into his normal attire, he slid into his chair at his desk and called for Winky to bring him some tea and a few sandwiches. Drinking his tea and taking a bite of his dinner, he pulled a stack of third year potions essays towards him and started marking them while waiting for the arrival of Miss Granger.

‘Shouldn’t be long now,’ he thought while glancing at his clock again; it was seven-fifty.

Returning back to the stack of ridiculous non-sense babble and no doubt a waste of parchment, his thoughts wondered back to her being absent from breakfast that morning. He missed the remaining meals of the day and wasn’t sure if she even showed up for those. Perhaps she was intentionally avoiding him after what happen; perhaps since he wasn’t at the other meals she did indeed show up, and perhaps…

‘Oh stop it man, you’ll dive yourself insane if you carry on like this. Just wait until she is here and demand an answer.’

Smirking to himself he decided that was indeed what he was going to do, after all it’s the Potion Master’s way, wasn’t it?

Seven-fifty-five, he took the last few bites of his dinner, flicked his wrist towards the fire place returning the dishes back to the kitchen and then removed all crumbs from his persons that may have been left behind. He set his normal scrawl on his face and bent his head and began marking once again and waited.

And waited… and waited…

Chime, Eight o’clock.

And waited…

He rose an eyebrow at the parchment he was really only staring at now, while becoming more and more annoyed with each passing tick of his clock.

He dropped the red inked quill, which left a huge ink blob in the center of the essay, and pushed his self-up out of his chair. With both hands still on his desk he lifted his head towards his clock, eight-ten, he was furious.

‘Where is she!? No one… No one skips out on his detention.’

He paced the length of his classroom, hands followed behind him and lost in his thoughts.

‘She gets two minutes… Just two minutes, and then I’m going after her… Insolent chit… She will have a month’s detention for this little stunt. She will not make me look like a fool…’

The imagines of last night crossed his mind at that particular moment and he stopped pacing and lifted his fingers to his lips.

‘What in the name of Merlin possessed her to kiss him? Oh those lips, so soft and eagerly hungry… for him. And those curves, those luscious curves melting, fitting perfectly into his body…’

“What am I doing!?”

He grabbed his wand and heading out his classroom door warding it and stalked up to the Library. That was his first stop on his list for ‘Hunting Miss Granger’

~~~

Crookshanks sat next to Hermione on the bed staring worriedly at her. She had stayed in bed all day and still was not getting a bit of restful sleep by any means. She tossed and turned, her head swayed back and forth and the sweat that once covered her forehead now engulfed her whole body. She panted while she slept and moaned occasionally. She did at some point during the day summoned some little box from her trunk at the end of her bed and slipped whatever it held into her mouth, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything for her. It worried him, but she would not let him find her help. She rubbed his head weakly and reassured him it would pass soon, and not to worry, it was a simple little common cold. She then rolled over moaning in discomfort while he sat there, watching over her, and not being able to do anything for his beloved human.

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The doors of the library slammed against the wall as Severus stormed into it startling poor Madam Pince. She glared at him from her desk as she righted herself and her book she was reading. Severus proceeded throughout the entire library in search of the insufferable know-it-all, and when he reached the last row of shelves and still came up empty he turned and stalked towards Madam Pince.

“Severus, what in the world are you searching for in my library!?” She spat viciously at him.

Narrowing his eyes at her, he matched her vicious tone.

“If you must know Irma; I am in search of Miss Granger. Has she graced you with her presences anytime today?”

She flitch at his tone, “Uh… No, she has not come to the library today, or had any books sent to her rooms.”

‘Hmm, that is unusual for her, especially on a Saturday… Where the hell did that come from? Since when have I become so aware of her daily routines…?’

“Severus?”

He thought he heard his name, but his thoughts about Miss Granger were consuming him.

“Severus, Hello?”

He was quite sure he heard it then.

“Severus Snape.”

“Irma Pince”, he said very harshly trying to cover up his embarrassment.

Huffing at his manner she continued, “May I inquire as to why one is searching for Miss Granger so late in the day?”

Snorting at her he drew himself up, “I do not inquire about which students don’t return their books in on time… So do not inquire about what goes on in my Potion’s class.”

With that he swiftly turned and exited the library in the same fashion as he entered, leaving a very red faced Madam Pince.

“Well I never…” Was all he heard as the doors closed behind him as he made his way through the halls to continue his hunt.

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She wasn’t getting any better, if anything she was getting worse. However, she couldn’t, wouldn’t go to the hospital wing. She had tried some of the muggle medicine that her mother always packed for her but it wasn’t doing anything for her. Her fever was higher than it was this morning and her chest felt like a brick was sitting on it, making it hard for her to breathe.

She had tried to get up around seven-twenty for her detention with Professor Snape, but didn’t make it very far. Crooks had all but leaped onto her pushing her back into bed. If she wasn’t running such a high fever, she would actually start seriously considering that her familiar understood exactly everything that was going on around him.

She didn’t put up a fight and snuggled back under her blanket and into a not so restful sleep; all thoughts of her detention gone.

Thirty minutes later she felt a slight shift of her bed and weakly opened her eyes to see Crooks pacing near the fireplace. Pulling her wand out from under her pillow she filled his bowl of food and water again, assuming that was what he wanted. She tucked her wand back in its place and drifted away again.

Sometime after ten or maybe it was eleven, she started to dream. She dreamed of Severus, and how he had come for her that night. He had removed the wards on her door and flung the door open in search for her. The look on his face was truly… truly… and everything was black again… the fever.

~~~

Severus made his way up the tower towards the Head Girl’s room; thankfully everyone was already in bed since it was past curfew.

As he approached her door he felt her wards, she was there.

He growled furiously as he ripped through her wards and flung the door open. His eyes swept through the dimly lit room and saw her familiar pacing the floor near the only source of light and then jump up on the bed where his eyes fell on a sleeping figure, who was clearly having a hard time breathing.

He pushed the door closed behind him and crossed the room in three long strides, something wasn’t right.

Reaching her bed he noticed the sweat beads, the shallow breathing, the uneasy moaning and placed a hand on her forehead; she was blazing hot.

Concerned swept through him, “Miss Granger?”

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A/N:

I want to thank everyone for taking time out of your day to read my story. I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am. Thank you!

It has been a very long time since I have picked up a quill to write… anything actually. So please be patient with me, I know my writing is a bit rusty. :) I’m sure as time goes on while writing this story it will only get better. As always please feel free to leave constructive criticism, its happily welcomed.

Last but never least, Thank you to my Beta, TimeLord Gemini. ~~Crimson
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