The Fight

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Snape's P.O.V.

I woke up from a marvelous dream. It was about me and Miss Granger doing it. I was thrusting in her so hard that she was whimpering when I stopped. I smile at the mere thought of it. But then I soon remember she's a student and I'm a Proffesor. I'm ten times older than her and she's probably into younger men. I got up to go get ready for another day of unruly children.

After I took my bath I started to brush my teeth. While I was brushing
my teeth I heard a knock on the door. I finished brushing my teeth and went to see who it was. I opened the door to see Miss Granger it was all red and bruised. She came in without my consent and laid on my bed. I didn't know what to do so I came in and rubbed her on the back.

" What's wrong Miss Granger?" I asked."It's Ron. He heard about Ginny and Harry getting married so he wanted me to marry him." She said still crying into my pillow. I looked for tissues but there were none. " Accio tissues I say. Then a box of tissues came towards me.

" Here Miss Granger. Cry into this instead of my pillow." I say trying to smile. She looked at me and then my pillow. It looked all snotty and wet.
"I'm so sorry Proffesor." She said while blowing her nose into the tissues. "Finish your story Miss Granger." I say giving her my full attention. "Well I thought it was a very absurd idea since I don't have feelings for him. I have feelings for yo--." She stopped and turned towards me.

I looked deep into her eyes and saw love mad want. "Go on." I say. "Then he called me a mudblood and spat in my face. Then he punched me in the face an d kicked me in the stomach." Then she cried into my chest. I was caught off guard by this. I decided to do the sensible thing and hugged her. I felt through her hair and whispered, "Let me give you something to help okay." I left the room to get her a healing potion so  her bruises can heal. A sleeping Draught so she could sleep peacefully. I came back to see her laying on the opposite side of the pillow she cried on. I gave her the healing potion first then I have her the sleeping Draught. Then I left to go teach unruly children.

Hermoine P.O.V.

I awoken to see I'm in Proffesor Snape's room not my own. I started to squeal like a child receiving candy. "God I'm such a fangirl." I think to my self. " I take it that squeal means your all right." I hear a low and cold voice say that sent shivers down my back. I look up to see a I look up to see a man who's​ face was really hard to read. I got up clumsily an almost fell but two powerful hands caught me. He hold me firmly an asked, "Can you stand up straight Miss Granger?" He teased me with a sexy smirk. " Yes I'm all right sir thank you." I say blushing madly. He let go of me and his hand gently grazed my hand. "For what?" He asked. " For being there when I needed someone. You've been a true friend." I say smiling up to him. He smiled back. I pulled away and asked,

" What time is it?" I ask looking around. "It's 7:00." He said getting up to leave. " What!" I exclaimed in. "Why didn't you wake me up? Merlin I missed all my classes." I say about to run out the door but then he grabbed my arm. " Calm down. I told Proffesor McGonagall about everything. She also took care of Mr. Weasley. I also got your work from other classes to." He says letting go of me. He turns to leave then he says, "By the way you can eat here and then go back to the common room." He says leaving to the other room. I began to eat and when I was done, I got up and walked out of his bedroom. I turn to see him sitting in a chair reading a book. He looks up to see me leave. I met those beautiful black eyes again.

"Thank you professor. See you later."
I say and he nods his head, then goes back to reading. I open the door and leave to go to the common room.

Hey guys! I'm sorry that I hadn't updated this story in awhile. I just wasn't really feeling it. But I'm back and I hope you love it and I hope you guys are having a great day.

Snamoine forever

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