Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters appearing in my fic or even the names or locations, etc., etc., etc.

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Author's note: Sorry the chapters are not that long and this one is a bit boring. But, it's my small intro and I still hope u like it! I'll update fast. It gets better! Please, please R&R! It's my first ever fanfic.

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Chapter 1: It all has a start…

Hermione had just spent a very strange summer. Sirius had died last June and as much as she felt sorry for Harry, she couldn't erase the image of someone she hadn't expected off her mind. He bursted in her head every time she was doing her homework and even in her dreams. Every morning she would keep waking up flushing as she would remember what she had dreamt about the night before. Just thinking about the way he had tried to help her and her friends, maybe even unwillingly, gave her butterflies. Professor Snape had done everything to keep her and the others from travelling to the Department of Mysteries and she couldn't help smiling while thinking how much he had helped Harry with his Occlumency lessons.

She just couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts in exactly a week and see the Potions Master. Eventually, Hermione tried to take this fantasy out of her mind. She kept telling herself she shouldn't have feelings for this teacher. However, she couldn't help it.

The first of September came and Hermione tried to make herself as pretty as she could. She put on, clumsily, her mascara and her eyeliner. Thank Merlin; most of her acne had gone away. She didn't bother about her hair. If ever Professor Snape was ever going to like her, despite the fact that she is a muggle-born, 'he should accept the bush head', she thought with a playful smirk on her face.

She got to the train station pretty early and waited until her friends arrived too. Both Harry and Ron had grown during the summer and Harry looked extremely hot to her. However, right when she had that thought, the handsome face of Severus Snape popped up in her confused mind. She couldn't think straight anymore.

'Hey', said Harry before kissing her on both of her cheeks.

'What happened to you?' asked a blushing Ron eyeing her breasts.

'What?' snapped Hermione.

'Nothing, it's just… you look different…'

She ignored him. She was sick of all his troubling comments and she didn't appreciate him as much since all the summer he had been writing her love poems.

'So shall we take our trunks in a train compartment?' she finally asked Harry who nodded.

After a while, they found an empty compartment, where their friends, Neville, Ginny and Luna joined them. She had decided to take a break from her prefect duties though. As every second passed and the more they approached Hogwarts, Hermione's heart beat faster and faster. At some point, when she noticed the vague outline of the castle, she felt as though she might burst. When the Hogwarts Express got to a stop, she jumped to her feet, grabbed her trunk and rushed to get into a carriage. The wait to see Snape was too long and she couldn't stand it anymore. Moments later, the doors of the Entrance Hall were there in front of her as she entered shaking from… 'What?' she asked herself. 'What is it? Fear of seeing the man she dreamt about for the past month?'

'I must contain myself. This is just some stupid crush. And we're talking about Snape now, Snape. C'mon Hermione.' she thought desperately.

Yet, that was the moment when she noticed the tall figure that had become her obsession. Silky black hair fell into the attractive face of Severus Snape and as he walked between the students swiftly, Hermione had the awful feeling she might faint.

'What are you doing, Miss Granger?' questioned the sombre Potions Master as she continued gazing at him.

'Nothing, nothing, sir…' she replied.

His voice had brought her back to earth and as she looked into his deep cold eyes, she noticed the way he was watching her. It was as though he was questioning her silently. She stared back at him and had the distant feeling he was reading her thoughts.

Suddenly, he slithered between the students and regained his seat in the High Table.

'Where were you?' asked a furious Ron when she sank into a chair next to him at the Gryffindor table. However, Hermione did not respond. She was plunged in a profound trance as she gaped at the dark and mysterious Severus.