Snape... Revealed!

Hermione walked out into the hall, around a corner, and sat down on the bench next to her Potions teacher, Professor Snape. She wondered if it had something to do with the tests they had taken last week. Had she failed? She shuddered at the thought.

"Ah, Miss Granger. I was wondering if you would come or not. I had thought that perhaps Misters Potter and Weasley would interfere. Well done. 5 points to Gryffindor."

This, of course, threw Hermione into a state of shock. "T...to Gryffindor? You're sure?"

"I should think so. You're not in Hufflepuff, are you?" He wasn't being nice, he was still being rude and sarcastic, but somehow he was acting very different.

"Miss Granger, I have to met you here to discuss a very important topic. Well, two, in fact. For one, I am..." he bared his teeth. "A vampire. You may have already realized this, as you are a very clever girl. But I must ask you not mention this to anyone."

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Snape interrupted her. "Yes, Dumbledore knows." She shut it again.

"But I think I do not need to mention all of the powers that I have, seeing as how you have very likely read thousands of books about them."

By this time, Hermione was scared. She knew that, apart from being able to turn you into a vampire by biting your neck, they could also control your mind. What would happen if... no, she was being stupid. He surely would not have told her if he were planning on it. She put her elbows on her knees and rested her head on her clasped hands as she stared at the wall ahead of her.

"And, for the second. I...well, I being a teacher and you being a pupil makes it very hard to say this, but I have found that..." His eyes were glazed with uncertainty but there was still a bit of malice there. What on earth could he want? "I...well, am somewhat infatuated with you." His voice never lost that poison-coated drawl.

Hermione almost fell off her chair, but she managed to keep her composure. How sick was that? Professor Snape... a professor, no less! And she was only fifteen! She shut her eyes very tight.

"And, someone that I do not think you know, Hufflepuff named Hannah Abbot. But that is not the point." His voice was sharp again.

Hermione eyes snapped wide open. She did know her. She couldn't care less about herself now, but she had to tell Hannah. If she didn't know...

Professor Snape began to talk again, very close to her right ear. He kept his voice very low. "I believe you know, that these teeth can do more than suck blood."

It was then that Hermione realized that, by leaning over, her neck was bared. She was giving him an easy target. She looked Snape straight in the eye. A very bad idea indeed.

"I must ask that this conversation be kept between us. Tell NO ONE." He glared at her.

Hermione leaned her head on the wall behind her, seriously doubting that he would try to bite her neck, or any of his other vampire tricks.

Hermione didn't even notice the professor's hand slide onto her lower abdomen for a moment. *A/N: for those of you who have seen "Dogma";)* But when she did, she took his arm and threw it as hard as she could, making him topple over. Then she stomped away, stewing in her anger and deeply disturbed. Then she remembered, vampires could... they could...Hermione stopped dead in her tracks halfway down the hall, terrified.

Vampires could make you pregnant by holding your lower stomach for a certain amount of time. *A/N: Still Dogma, in a way.*

Then she ran, as fast as she could, back up to the Gryffindor common room, praying that she had thrown Snape's hand away in time.

It was 5 months later, and Hermione had almost forgotten about the incident. She and Harry were sitting on the stage, where in a few days they would be performing the first play at Hogwarts in at least three hundred years. Practice was over, and everyone was at lunch except Harry and Hermione.

They had been laughing about how Harry had knocked Draco into the ground in the Gryffindor/Slytherin quidditch match the day before, when Hannah Abbot walked onto the stage and waved.

"Tell Professor Flitwick I won't be at the feast today. I'm going to be practicing with Ernie. I won't be able come here for practice tomorrow, I have detention with Snape."

Hermione's eyes became wide as she remembered what Snape had said. She excused herself from Harry, explaining that she had something important to tell Hannah.

Hermione sat down, motioning for Hannah to do so also. She mentioned that there was something important that she needed to tell her right away. Harry tried to listen in as Hermione leaned over to whisper the story into Hannah's ear, but Hermione shooed him away.

"I can tell you later! I have to tell Hannah now! !" Her glare was enough to persuade Harry to shrug his shoulders and walk back.

Hermione looked straight into Hannah's eyes. "I need you to listen very carefully, because what I'm about to say is very important." She spoke very low, in case anyone was trying to listen in to her conversation. "Professor Snape...well, he's, er... this is hard to say. But I'll just come out and say it. He's a...vampire. I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but I am very sure that he will single you out as a target, so I'm warning you. No matter what he says, do not meet him anywhere or go anywhere where he may be, alone. Have you got that?" There was no need to worry this poor child about his attraction to her. If Hannah listened to her advice, then she would avoid him anyways, and she wouldn't have to ever know of it. She only prayed that Hannah would heed her warning.

Hannah looked somewhat nervous, and extremely scared. But she managed to whisper, "Okay, Hermione. Thanks," before she scurried off.

Hermione walked back over to where Harry was standing.

"Hermione, what was that all about?" He looked worried.

'Harry doesn't need to know just yet. He would probably try to kill Snape. Besides, there was no need to worry him about it now,' Hermione thought. "Nothing, it's not important now. I'll tell you, sometime." Probably the end of 7th year.

Harry looked at her with some suspicion, but didn't continue the matter. Instead, he went back to their previous conversation about Malfoy at the quidditch match.

But it was then that a greasy voice called from somewhere in the middle of the Great Hall. "Miss Granger. If I could have a word?"

Hermione tried her best to ignore him, and laughed raucously at a joke that Harry hadn't really just told.

"MISS GRANGER! I need to speak with you!"

By now even Harry was staring right at Snape, so she couldn't very well pretend that she didn't know he was yelling at her. So she stared at her feet instead.

"MISS GRANGER!" Hermione looked up in time to see her professor stomping onto the stage. She noted how his face, usually a sickly yellow colour, was now a gross beet purple, and he was snarling fiercely.

She stared at her feet again, but she felt him pick her up by the hood of her robes and slowly, not of her own accord, she spun to face him, almost hoping that her hood would rip off so she could run or something. But no such luck. She watched as he glared at her, when suddenly, he lunged for the back of her neck. She screamed as loud as she could...why wasn't Harry helping her? Why wouldn't someone help? What was happening?

Then everything went black.

"Hermione! HERMIONE!"

"Mmmmm?" She tried to open her eyes, but when she did all she could see was a blur of colours. She blinked.

"Hermione, wake up! That must've been some nightmare you had, you've been screaming for the last 5 minutes. We've been trying to wake you up..."

"Nightmare?" Slowly, everything was coming into focus. Parvati was standing over her with a paper fan, trying to cool her off. What had she dreamed about again? Oh, yeah, Snape. Oh Merlin, she would give anything to forget it again. Now she felt horrible... but did that mean that he had never said anything about...it did! It was just a bad dream! She let out a sigh of relief, and silently promised herself that no one would ever know about this.

Parvati still looked worried. "Are you alright now?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I'm perfectly alright now. It...it was just a bad dream. Don't worry, I don't think I'll be having that one again." She got up and stretched, feeling thoroughly relieved that it was just a nightmare.

She was halfway out of the dormitories, trying to pull her hair up into a sloppy ponytail and walk in a straight line at the same time, when she heard Parvati yell out to her:

"Hermione, what's that on your neck?"