Title: Teacher Crush
Type/Paring: HG/SS; my first attempt at a 100-word drabble. I'm interested in feedback!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. But you knew that.
Teacher Crush
Just before dinner, the Potions classroom is dim, cavernous, and echoing; Professor Snape must have already gone upstairs. Hermione, quite uncharacteristically, has forgotten something; she creeps in, alone, and hastily retrieves her notebook from her place.
She pauses, though, before leaving, arrested by the sight of his cloak, ink-black, limp, abandoned, draped over the chair behind his desk.
A furtive glance, ears pricked; no one is coming. Unable to resist, she picks up the cloak, buries her nose in the cloth, fills her lungs brim-full with his scent. It's all there: exotic ingredients, smouldering fires, ocean-deep wisdom, biting wit- magic.