Souls Animagi

Chapter 1: "Here kitty kitty"

Hermoine sat in her usual place in the far back corner of the library studying like usual however the subject she was studding was becoming something of a challenge for her. Hermoine was well on her way in attempting to become an animagi but with dismal results so far.

Instead of following her transfiguration class syllabus she was attempting this feat on her own like many other things before. Of course this was something that she as struggling with and of course she didn't want the others to see her struggle with it so she decided to hide in the dark recesses of the ancient library.

She kept reading the passages over and over from the old tomb and concentrating so hard until her face brightened crimson with her efforts but to no avail, unsuccessful in every effort in trying to transform into her hidden beast within.

The hours passed until the evening wore on past midnight, mush past the assigned curfew even for the head girl. She was found sound asleep with her head buried in the mounds of books upon the desk and the yellowed pages sticking to her cheek. Unbeknownst to her another shadow stood stoically amidst the shelves in the corner watching her gentle breaths in her slumber as the pages ruffle slightly from each warm exhale.

She has blossomed over the years. She is no longer the buck toothed bushy, haired little girl the dark professor remembered but a delicate, shapely young woman. A small wisp of hair no longer frizzed but a soft curl hung down over her eye and over her cheek. The urge to tuck it back behind the curve of her ear made his hand twitch with desire but instead the snarky Slytherin bastard that he is snapped the transfiguration book shut just in front of her nose causing her to jump and gasp with fright.

In a heartbeat she had out her wand and hexed wordlessly the cause of her fright. "Feline-abrasia!"

His hand shot up, gripping her wrist and pushing it outward and pinning it up against the bookshelves, her wand clattering to their feet but to his surprise the hex hit home before it could be deflected but to her astonishment then utter realization, her vision cleared of its' sleepy haze as fear chocked her mid breath.

"You little… what the hell did you do to me?" The Professor shouted at her as he brushed his fingers gingerly against his cheek, dabbing away the little droplets of blood that had begun to seep from the multiple scratches strewn over his face and hands. He was shocked yet impressed at the speed of her skill but growing more pissed as the scratches began to itch and redden and the fact that she was actually able to land her strike upon him.

"You will answer me Miss Granger immediately!" He snapped as his breath warmed over her cheeks as he spoke.

"feline-abrasia, Sir, my own hex. It just simulates cat scratches but unfortunately it's going to last a while. I'm sorry, I just re-acted. You… you started me!" She replied quietly with a shaky voice, her chest heaving with fear and even more freighting, a hint of arousal from his dominating nearness.

The professor now leaned down, his face inches from hers. "So the cub has claws now does she? How long you little brat?"

Hermoine just stood there gaping at her professor, her heart racing and chest heaving for breath and barely brushing his robes due to their closeness. "Two… two days, they will fade in two days and glamour will not work either." She spoke almost proudly of her personally designed hex baring her own signature. It was something she came up with in hopes to use first on her arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy.

As she spoke the sweetness of her breath filled his nostrils. She smelled of candy, minty but subtle. Silently his body urged him to lean forward and taste her mouth with his but the very though brought him back to the present as he trusted her wrist down to her side and stepped away.

His black eyes bore into her. This annoyance was something he did not want to deal with but she was a bright witch and knew she was telling the truth and had no doubt that there was little that could be done other than to let the hex fade.

"I'm… I'm so… sorry Sir!"

"Quit blubbering you little twit. What's done is done but I will have my come-uppance from you be sure of that. I think a week's worth of detention will do nicely along with fifty points for assaulting your professor and another ten for being out after curfew. What say you… kitty cat?"

"Yes Sir." She spoke softly even though her heart did a spasm at his sarcastic endearment.

"I would suggest that you gather your things and get to bed before I add to you repertoire for this evening."

She took a shaky breath and moved to step to the desk to put away the books she had been studying.

"Quickly Miss Granger, my patience has already worn thin with you." He growled.

She wandlessly returned the books to their rightful places, another task she had been working on but only successful with minor things. She then placed her nap sack on her shoulder and moved to step past her professor he called her;

"Miss Granger you may be needing this though I see that you are developing your skills in wandless magic."

She turned slowly to face him as he held out her wand that he retrieved from the floor. She held out her open hand for it when he snapped it sharply into her waiting palm. The slap and sting of her wand made her hiss and recoil while gripping her wand. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly with her reaction. He again raised his hand to his face, testing the tenderness of the superficial wounds, now crusted over with dried blood.

"Childish, yet effective Miss Granger but I advise you to keep your claws to yourself, is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Goodnight then Miss Granger."

"Goodnight Professor Snape."

He watched as she quick stepped out of the library and turned heading down the corridor towards the Griffendor tower. His hands and face stung. The little cat got him good but he'd admit that to no one. Breakfast was going to be an absolute pleasure he was sure he thought sarcastically, especially once the meddling McGonagall got wind that her little cub went bat hunting. "Bloody fantastic!" He mumbled in the silence of the now vacated library. Turning sharply back into the darkness making his way back to his dungeons he hoped that he would not be distracted again in route for he was in desperate need of a shot or two of fire whisky. He hoped the burn of the fiery golden liquid would scorch away the sting of his wounds and at the same time burn away the randy thoughts of the same Griffendor cub raking her little claws down his back as he took out his vengeance on her tight little body as it withered beneath him. Yes, fire whisky was what he needed and quickly. It was going to be long night indeed, hell a long week if his train of thoughts continued like this. He quickened his step and billowed into the darkness.

While the professor was dousing with thoughts and wounds with whisky, Hermoine tossed and turned in her bed with her professors silky voice thrumming in her ears, "Here kitty, kitty…"

TBC