Disclaimer - I bow down to JK Rowling for her sheer talent and wonderful characters. They do not belong to me, I am merely taking them out for the day for some ice cream. Another marriage law fic - it's been done to death but they're my favourite, so I hope you enjoy it. If not, don't read it.
This begins, as most romantic stories often do with a certain amount of hatred...not true hatred of course, but more in the style of young boys at school who pull the hair of the girl they truly admire.
Professor Vector had been teaching at Hogwarts for a little over three years. She was quite young for such a highly trained arithmancy teacher, at the ripe age of 25. She was admired for her beauty, passion, sarcastic wit and dry sense of humour by almost everyone she came into contact with. Everyone, that is,bar one. Severus Snape.
Septima Vector had never intended to be the bane of his existence but alas, she found the esteemed potions master reminding her of this fact every single day. When she had first came to teach at the school, she was extremely intimidated by Snape, his glares and sneers left her feeling belittled...as though she had no right to be there. She had no idea what she had ever done to earn his dislike but she reckoned something about her must have insulted him. Why else would he glare at her so?
However, she found that the more Severus picked on her, it was as though he was egging her on to retaliate so she slowly found herself becoming more vocal within their battle of wits. She began to relax and stick up for herself. They argued like children on the most ridiculous of topics, one example being that she was breathing too loud and represented, and I quote, "an asthmatic goose...".
Severus had not mellowed since the Dark Lord was defeated and his attack from Nagini - he was ever the sneering, horrible Slytherin he'd always been, especially to Septima, despite her belonging to his own house. Their relationship was strained before the battle in Hogwarts but after her saving him from Nagini's venomous poison – things were much worse. He hated that she had saved him, that she of all people, had seen him helpless. The majority of people would have been grateful but not him. He was more than prepared to die; he never intended to live beyond the battle. He wanted eternal peace - but that woman stole it from him with her meddlesome witchery! Always playing the hero…damn Vector!
But who would have guessed that the story of these two professors would turn out the way it would. As the Christmas holidays drew near an announcement from the ministry was going to change their lives forever.
R and R would make me happy. Please be gentle.
Chapter two to follow soon. Thanks, Jenni