when you don't know what to do...get in character

Of all of the fan fiction that I have been reading, I have re-read two stories. My interest has been of the Harry Potter series for some reason. I tried The Talented Mr.Ripley, Gone with the Wind and even Wuthering Hights, but the Severus Snape/Hermione coupling provides the right amoubt of literary jumk food that I need at this time.
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Thus, it is with that in mind that I am going to try to equate my present esperiences from the heart of the character of Hermione. I am trying this for the first time because I am curious and I think that the fantasy may release and even unleash something....who knows, and here goes.
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 Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She had come from another stolen weekend with her old flame. This time the evening was one where although they fell into the usual pattern of kisses and touches, touches that included his hands on her face, so gentle that she felt it as a sensual moment....yet, this time, there was something she could not put her finger on.
He had declared his deep love and devotion the last time. He had gone extremely far, telling her that his body belonged to her to use as she saw fit. That had un-nerved her somewhat. It felt too serious and yes, wreckless, and she brushed it off as the hightened moment.
Then she was surprised herself, days later when she missed him with a bit of an ache. It seemed that her resolve was weakening. After all, why play with him when she had already drawn her line in the sand regarding what could and could not happen?
Why was she doing these things?
Was she so into control and dominance where he was concerned that she got off on power? She asked herself all of these things, not fully satisfied with the silence that met her eyes.
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that's an interesting start.