1Title: What a Difference (1of ?)
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just play with JK's toys. I'm lucky she shares.
A/N: Let's just say I was not expecting this plot bunny but welcome the muses completely. Lol...Thanks to my muse and my beta, Danielle, who is not just a good beta but a great friend.
Summary: Hermione was not expecting that two minutes could affect her life so much, especially when those two minutes are spent with Professor Snape.
Chapter One : What a Difference Two Minutes Makes
"Would you like to like to share a lift with me or would you rather walk the five stories?" Professor Snape asked as the double-doors opened. The now war-hero ended up taking the position as Potions Master at her university. Oh, what were the odds? But if she could be honest with herself, he was truly a great teacher now that he no longer had to deal with Nevilles in his classroom and with students, who actually wanted to learn his art.
Hermione swallowed as she nodded her head and stepped into the compartment with her crush, the crush she really shouldn't have a crush on. Silently she told herself. Breathe, Hermione, breath. It's just a short trip. A short trip in a small compartment with a man, who spent the last three hours wreaking havoc on your nerves and caused your knickers to dampen within the first hour.
Hermione stepped to back of the confined, square room as her professor stepped in front of her with his back to her. Silently she counted to ten and kept her eyes closes till she heard him speak. "For being a former Gryffindor, you seem to lack that famous courage you all are supposed to have."
Quickly her eyes flashed open at his comment as the dark brooding man turned on his heels to face her as the lift began to move downward in motion. Not really knowing what he was talking about, Hermione let the heavy book bag slip off her shoulder on to the floor and asked, "Meaning what exactly?"
His dark eyes meet her as a feral smile appeared on his lips and he took a step or two towards her as the bell of the lift indicated them passing the fourth floor. Feeling his presence so close to her made her stomach start clenching and unclenching as she wished for butterflies in her stomach, not hippogriffs.
Trying to calm her nervous, she closed her eyes again for just moment and opened them to only see her professor with his hands on either side of her head. Unconsciously, the lift tinged again with passing another floor and she wetted her lips as her eyes focused on his for the briefest of seconds, like she had done many times before but never with him so close to her. Is it getting hotter in here?
"Meaning if you want something, you should have the courage to take it or, at least, ask for it," Professor Snape answered as he leaned forward to purr into her ear as the tips on his ink black air touched along her jaw and the sound of another level barely register to her as her body fought off the things his voice was doing to her and wanting her to do.
Hermione glanced up into his eyes as he pulled back for a moment and studied her flush cheeks and her increasingly heavy breathing. Instinctively, her finger itched to reach for her professor to touch him in one of many ways, like she had longed to do since the first night of their evening class. Images of this brilliant, sexy man filled her dreams and entered her fantasies no matter how much she tried to tell herself it was a foolish idea to get involved with the 'forbidden fruit.'
Her intelligent, quick mind tried to work faster to figure out exactly what he meant and trying to convince herself that her lust-induced mind was simply reading too much into his actions. Then his lips crushed into hers and her hands grabbed onto his shoulders in surprise. Yet as his warm lips moved over hers and his body pressed her completely against the wall of the moving lift as they passed by the second floor, her tight grip on his strong shoulders became more of a need to ensure her from not falling as her knees went completely weak from their passionate kissing.
The motion of the lift slowed as her professor released her lips and stepped back to remove himself from her body. When the double-doors opened a second later, a smirk appeared on his lips and turned around to exit but looked over his shoulder as he huskily whispered, "Have a good night, Miss Granger."
No words came from her as she watched Snape disappear around the corner and her legs finally gave out as she slid down the wall. The doors of the lift closed, which brought her back to reality, and she stood to pull up her bag as she pushed the button for the doors to open again. Methodically, Hermione made her way out of the building as her mind tried to go over everything that had just happened while sharing the lift with her professor. A lot of things had changed and a lot had to be thought about. It wasn't every day she had the moves put on her from her secret favorite, intoxicating professor.
With a sly smile on her face, she walked into the cold night air to the Disapparation point as she reflected on the entire ride, which had only lasted two minutes. But what a difference two minutes makes. The rest of the quarter was definitely going to be an interesting one and she couldn't wait for her class next week. Hermione quickly spoke to herself as she pulled her cloak closed around her, "Good night, Professor."
To Be Continued...
Maybe, depends on my muse. wink