Hey all! This is a very, very quick OneShot that may want something added to the start or the end. I know what is to happen, but I don't know whether or not other people will pick where this was heading or what might happen between the two. Hence why maybe I might need to just put a bit of a two-line intro and conclusion in.
Anyway, this is a challenge fic on the Magic Realm forum (see my profile page for the link and join up if you wanna) for Valentine's Day. It is also posted up on the forum under The Quidditch Pitch thread. Well, hope you enjoy this. I know it's not a post of Summer or La Malfoi but they are in the process of just getting a couple of chapters ahead before I can post.
See ya's!
Miss Granger,
You might be wondering why I'm writing such a letter to you. If truth be told, I'm wondering the same thing. It's not so much that I don't really believe in this sort of nonsense, it's moreso that I cannot fathom the reason why I, of all people, might be writing one. Not only that, but to the one person who would least expect it; a student no less.
But I must write it, at least, to understand myself what it is that I am trying to say.
Miss Granger, I have watched you innocently raise your hand in my class for some time now. Six years in fact. Without so much as a smile from myself nor your classmates. I'm sure you are aware, it was the bane of my existence to see that there was never a question that I would ask that you could not answer, showcasing a perfectly good reason for my calling you a "sufferable know-it-all" on more than one occasion. You hated me for the derogatory comments I made about your extended knowledge of Potions; I am sorry for that. I must admit, you answered questions much easier than I did at your age and I was the smartest person in my own year level. Needless to say, I was perhaps a little jealous.
However, do not think for a moment that I despised you for it. If anything, it made me respect you. Not only as a student but as an equal. I have not seen one student who could match my knowledge in Potions (or other subjects for that matter) pass through these walls in all the time that I have taught here, and I was quite young when I started teaching. That is, until you came along.
At the start, it grated my teeth hearing your voice retelling the class (in what one would have thought was straight out of a text book but that I knew was in your own words) exactly the answer I was looking for but at the same time, I slowly came to respect you and then admire you. You stood up to everyone around you and did not care about their opinions. I saw in you a quality that I wish I had in myself.
Not only that, Miss Granger, I saw that you were the only girl that could possibly put up with someone like me. You are strong-minded, very passionate and not willing to back down from an argument.
That is, of course, that you are willing to put up with me.
I'm sure you see my dilemma. You are a student and I am your teacher, yet I feel something for you that I have not felt for a student before or since you started. Nor towards an adult, for that matter. Which is why I realise that this time it is different - much, much different, than anything else I have ever known.
Miss Granger, I do not expect you to return these feelings, especially in light of this tremendous (being the operative word) festival. But what I do want you to know is that despite the things I have said to you in class, I am thinking very much the opposite.
However, on the very rare chance that you do return these feelings, you are advised to keep those feelings very much to yourself until it is safe to let it be known. That is, until you become of age.
I will wait for you, Miss Granger, if you feel the same way.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Severus Snape.