"A Web of Unrequited Love"

As Hermione's eyes met Snape's, she saw the pain and longing there, a pain that she had unwittingly inflicted. The guilt and regret twisted her heart, and she knew that she had to make things right. But before she could react, Snape's expression changed, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and desire. Lucius Malfoy, still holding her gaze, seemed to sense the tension and took a step back, a smug smile spreading across his face. "I think I've made my point, Miss Granger," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You have a certain... appeal, and I'm willing to overlook your... flaws." Hermione's face burned with indignation, but before she could respond, Snape's voice cut through the air. "I think it's time for you to leave, Malfoy," he said, his tone icy. Lucius Malfoy's smile faltered for a moment, but he seemed to think better of pressing the issue. With a curt nod, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving Hermione and Snape alone. The silence that followed was oppressive, and Hermione felt like she was drowning in Snape's gaze. She tried to look away, but he caught her chin, his eyes burning with intensity. "You have no idea how that felt," he said, his voice low and husky. "Watching you kiss him, seeing you respond to his touch... it was like a knife to my heart." Hermione's guilt and regret surged to the surface, and she reached out, her hand touching Snape's cheek. "Severus, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Snape's eyes flashed with emotion, and for a moment, he seemed to waver. Then, in a movement that was almost brutal, he pulled her into his arms and crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was like a storm, wild and all-consuming. Hermione felt herself being swept up in its power, her lips parting to accept Snape's. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before - deep, passionate, and utterly possessive. As they kissed, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their emotions. Lucius Malfoy's kiss was like a distant memory, a pale imitation of the real thing. For a moment, Hermione forgot about everything else, lost in the sensations of Snape's kiss. She was kissing him back, her lips and tongue entwining with his in a passionate dance. As they broke away for air, Hermione's eyes met Snape's, and she saw the desire and longing there, a desire that she could no longer ignore. She knew that she had to make a choice, but as she looked into Snape's eyes, she knew that she had already made up her mind.