It was the second time this week she had been given detention. Unable to contain her frustration, Hermione Granger, shoved the stack of books in front of her to the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched, as his eyes remained fixated on her as she marched towards him. "May I help you Miss Granger?" he said in a nonchalant tone. Her rage was only stoked by the apparent indifference of Professor Snape and before she knew it her wand was clutched in her hand. He stood slowly from his seat staring deep into her eyes unblinking. Coming to the realization of her mistake she did the only thing she could think of. Lowering her wand she flung herself over the desk wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth against his. Their mouths crashed together in one quick and desperate movement. Snape's eyes widened with shock and even more so after realizing that one hand instinctively entangled itself in her brown locks, while the other wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. They pawed at each other with great desire as she moaned against his mouth. Then her face burned scarlet realizing she had been daydreaming again.