Crossing the Line

Prologue

Prologue:

Hermione POV

Author's Note: All romantic entanglements are completely consensual and take place when Hermione is above legal age of consent and when abiding to wizarding law, is a legal adult.

If you don't like the Hermione and Snape pairing then don't read.

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I plan to post each new chapter within the next 4 days of a posted chapter.

Hermione Granger was supposed to be working alongside Severus Snape to find the location of a weapon that could destroy Voldemort. So how did she find herself kissing him?

Hermione wasn't sure who kissed who. All she knew was that one minute they were working side by side, a usual occurrence as of late. Hands close to one another as they looked over a map on the bench. Currently working out of his private lab; a place that was not only off-limits to students if they even knew of its existence, but also to every other staff member as well. Severus wouldn't even allow the Headmaster into his private workspace. And yet he let Hermione inside even holding the door open for her. Today not being the only occasion he granted her such a privilege. Technically speaking they were not breaking any rules with having her in here, even with her being a student; currently in her last year of Hogwarts. Dumbledore was fully aware of their attempts to bring an end to Voldemort. He was even the one to encourage them to work together.

When they were looking over a map of the east coast of Whales their fingers brushed against one another. He noticed it first, drawing her own attention to their hands. When both of them locked down at their touching hands neither one attempted to move. Looking back at one another their eyes locked on in question. She noticed that they burned with an intensity that wasn't uncommon for the man. But today they were charged with something different from his usual disdain and anger. Even though they were dark they shined with an intention that was only known to him. Something Hermione wished she could know. She hoped they blazed with the secret of darkness and passion. Something she knew was growing dangerously close to what the two have been denying for weeks now.

The room around them began to sizzle with electricity. The room was silent except for their breathing that seemed to increase the longer the two looked at one another. She may have unconsciously licked her lips, but she wasn't sure all she could see and focus on was him. The way he hunched his neck downwards, leaving them with better eye contact to compensate for their height differences. Normally he stood tall towering over her by a foot. But now in his current stance, placing his weight on his hands, he was only a few inches taller than her. He has forgone his wizarding robes opting out of his teaching attire. He wore a long-sleeve black shirt and black trousers. Suitable clothes for the task that laid ahead of them. Clothes that suited him quite well if she was being honest. They didn't lean into one another nor did they move away. With being so close she realized that he smelled of smoke and sage. The scent, when coming off of him, was completely intoxicating.

She couldn't feel anything. Not her shallow breath, not the feeling of wood under her hands as she grabbed the bench harder. Not even the temperature of the room. The only thing she could feel was his stare and the effect he had on her. His presence was like dark tendrils slowly wounding around herself. She found herself not wanting it to stop. Not his gaze or the growing heat coursing through her lower stomach. She found herself drowning in him. She didn't know how long they stood looking at one another. It could have been seconds or minutes. Her skin began to tingle as her blood boiled.