Hi all,
this is my first longer Harry Potter fanfic which I wrote already years ago and now started to translate into English. It deals with the friends Lavender and Parvati who adore their teacher Severus Snape and stop at almost nothing to get closer to him …
The story starts with a normal "schoolgirl-routine", but soon gets darker … I hope you'll like it! :)
Summary: Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown are best friends and share almost everything – also the feelings they have been secretly cherishing for their Potions master Severus Snape for years. But what has been a harmless game for both so far turns out to become more serious when the sixth grade starts. Each of them now tries in her own way to get closer to the mysterious man – without having the slightest clue what they let themselves in for …
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and scenes of that fanfiction belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not making any money out of it.
Since I'm not a native speaker, there will be for sure mistakes – please don't hesitate to let me know if you find any.
Now, I wish you a lot of fun with the first chapter! :)
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Hello again, Severus
A new school year had started in Hogwarts, and the students just finished their first lunch in the Great Hall. Now they surged out of the room, on the way to their common rooms in order to relax a little bit before the afternoon lessons would start.
"Parvati, wait for me!" Panting, Lavender Brown hurried up the stairs beside of her friend, clutching the banister with one hand, holding her stomach with the other. "Boy, I noshed too much!"
Parvati Patil grinned and rolled her eyes. "You're not the only one! During the holidays, I almost forgot how great the food is here!"
The girls just passed half of their first sixth grade school day and still felt like being in vacation. Even the three-page essay the new teacher of Defence against the Dark Arts clapped on them couldn't change that fact.
In the dormitory, Lavender opened the window widely and stretched her head outside. "Such an amazing weather. You think, we can make it swiftly down to the lake, Parvati?"
Parvati shook her head. "We only have half an hour left. Or do you want to be late in the dungeons? " she drawled and her dark eyes sparkled.
"No way!" Lavender turned from the window and positioned herself in front of the big pier glass. "So, am I pretty enough?" she wanted to know and shook grinning her long, light brown hair, that became considerably brighter over the summer.
"Very tasty," Parvati murmured in a guttural voice; in that very moment, the door banged open and Hermione burst in.
"Oops!" squeaked Lavender, and both girls started to giggle in an exaggerated manner.
"Did I miss something?" Hermione asked without expecting an answer. Hysterical laughter, which was unexplainable for anybody else, she knew from her room mates since the first grade. "Oh, this day could be so nice," she grumbled during repacking her bag. "We could lie down at the lake and start already with the essay … but no – we are supposed to have two annoying lessons with Snape! A Monday can't be worse, can it?"
Lavender and Parvati exchanged a glance, and again they started to snort with laughter.
"So, as it seems, nothing can rain on your parade," Hermione chuntered and turned to Lavender. "Well, you don't need to cope with that nasty guy anymore, lucky you!"
"Oh yes," Lavender answered slowly. "I do."
Hermione opened her eyes wide. "Excuse me? You nearly failed the OWL – and he took you anyway?"
Lavender smiled a bit insecurely and Parvati commented dryly, "Miracles happen. Particularly at schools of witchcraft and wizardry …"
"And Ron had an Exceeds Expectations and was rejected," Hermione said head shaking, picked up her bag and headed towards the door.
Oh dear. I had to assume that, Lavender thought. "Where are you going now?" she asked casually.
"To the library," Hermione informed her. "Doing a little bit research for the essay … maybe I can finish it then tonight."
"She got problems," Lavender said head shaking, after Hermione left. "I think, the word 'break' is missing in her vocabulary."
"And she bitched about Severus, tss, tss …," Parvati purred. "Ten points from Gryffindor!" she said in a deep voice, and Lavenders eyes began to gleam.
Parvati smiled mischievous, then she removed her scrunchy and ruffled her hair until it hang messily and lankily around her face.
Lavender giggled delighted, whereupon Parvati raised her forefinger warningly. "What is so funny about it, Miss Brown! You are keen on detention, right?" She came up to her friend and took her chin lasciviously between two fingers. "As soon as a brat like you has gone for vacation, all good manners go down the drain! And on top of it all, you sneaked into my course like a cheeky, little piece of work!"
"Since I can't live without you anymore," Lavender aspirated.
"Oh, you little minx!" Parvati snarled, and pushed Lavender away with a playful gesture. She fell backwards on Hermione's bed and tore Parvati with her, who slumped with her full weight on her friend.
"Whew!" Lavender groaned. "Did you gain weight, actually?"
"Hey, are you kidding me?" Giggling the girls tossed and turned on the bed, until Parvati bethought herself of her role. "Now you get your deserved punishment!" she growled with her deep voice, bent Lavenders head back and pressed her lips on the side of her neck.
Lavender closed her eyes and sighed comforting. She loved this game that she and her friend were practising for almost two years in different variations – since they confessed to each other, that they swooned over their potions teacher every normal student actually despised.
Severus Snape really was not what was called a sympathetic, friendly teacher; who was interested in how his students understood the material or whether they felt comfortable in his classes. The only ones, who were able to laugh during his lessons at all, were from the house of Slytherin. The Gryffindors, however, he wore down systematically, whether there was a reason or not. His appearance wasn't particularly appealing either by his always greasy, long hair – but only at first sight!
Sometime towards the end of the third grade, Lavender had noticed, that she found him attractive in a strange way, and six months later, she spotted by chance that it was similar to Parvati. Since then, they were hopelessly lost. And no one was allowed to know about it, because everyone would have declared them as totally crazy. In Gryffindor, Snape was the hate object par excellence; the only one who could come up to this was his little darling Draco Malfoy, of course a Slytherin. Nobody was allowed to know that Lavender and Parvati were really mad – about his eyes, silhouetting dark against his pale skin, his mysterious voice and his slender hands – and that they acted out their fantasies behind closed doors; but certain limits were never exceeded. For this they were both too shy …
But fantasy was something particularly Lavender had a lot. While Parvati breathed one kiss after another on her neck, she imagined with all her strength, it was Severus, whom she felt on her, that it was his hair, which she rumpled wildly with her hands. Parvati's soft skin on her became his scratchy cheek, and her girlish scent became his male unmistakable odor, she knew only too well – after so many times he stood behind her and exposed her in front of the whole class when she had messed up her potion. Sometimes she really almost managed to blend out the fact that it was her friend, whose hands she felt all over her body; these bony gripping fingers could also be of Severus. But how they really feel, I'll never know, Lavender thought, breathing heavily.
In that moment, their door coughed audibly – Parvati had enchanted it, as always, before they were devoted to their favorite game. The girlfriends winced apart and adjusted their clothes, Lavender moved back to her position in front of the mirror, there it knocked already at the door, and Ginny Weasley stuck her head in. "Have you seen Hermione?"
"Is in the library!" Parvati snapped at her. "Anything else?"
"Nope, sorry!" Ginny said piqued and slammed the door shut again.
Parvati and Lavender looked at each other and giggled, both a bit breathless. "It's time anyway," Parvati then remarked with a shrug. "If we want a little fix up, we should start now!"
After Lavender had brushed her thick soft hair shiny, Parvati went to the mirror. But she did without combing her hair, only raised her wand and said, "Appario buns!" And yet she had a new hairstyle, two casually rolled nodes diagonally above the ears. A moment later, she had renewed her makeup in a similar manner and given her robes a fitted shape.
Lavender watched her girlfriend's action jealously – she really had perfected her skills in this sector and always needed only a minute to be ready. And on the move if she felt like, she just modified her garments and created herself a new look.
She herself didn't like to experiment and felt most comfortable in her school uniform: white blouse, bright red V-neck sweater and red-plaid pleated skirt, with matching socks and loafers. Nevertheless everything always took three times as long with her. Magic was namely not her cup of tea.
A short time later, they arrived panting in the dungeon, where Professor Snape would hold his two-hour Potions. They had an extra hurry to get hold of the best places, but to their disappointment, the tables right before Snape's desk were already occupied – by Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, the most annoying cows Slytherin had to show.
"What is she doing here?" Pansy asked, aghast at the sight of Lavender. "I thought we are here in an advanced course!"
"Shut up!" Lavender said curtly to her.
Parvati meanwhile was searching the room with her eyes. "Well, great!" she hissed disappointed. "Where are we supposed to sit now?"
"Directly behind. Quick! Otherwise, these will also be gone!" Lavender pulled Parvati to the places behind Pansy and Millicent and grimaced immediately when she got the smell of Millicent's low-quality shampoo into her nose.
Parvati slammed her books on the table and flopped down in her chair. "Tell me, are you also freezing?" she asked, fumbling out her wand. A swirl, a whispered word, and suddenly jeans legs peered under her now bright pink pleated skirt, and on her feet, thick sneakers in the same color had grown.
"No, I'm not cold at all," Lavender said in an ironic tone, staring at the goose-pimples on her bare legs. She knew Parvati would immediately whip her tights when she would ask her, but she was too proud to do so. So she wrapped herself in her cloak and watched the room getting filled. Hermione came in the last minute with Harry Potter in tow and sat down on the other side of Lavender. Even Parvati's twin sister Padma and her friend Lisa Turpin entered the room – by the OWL exams after the fifth grade, the number of potions student had reduced almost by half, and all four houses were taught together – and searched their places as far behind as possible.
Lavender and Parvati got more and more excited and started cackling and fooling around as usual. And finally the at least for them long-awaited moment came: Professor Severus Snape swept into the room, with flowing cape and motionless face, walked over to his desk and let his indifferent glance wander away over the heads of the students. "I welcome you to a new school year," he finally began with his dark voice, mixed as always with a sarcastic tone. "I'm hoping for a good working relationship on a high level, after we finally separated the wheat from the chaff. Of course there can be exceptions, but they prove as is generally known the rule!"
A chuckle sounded among the Slytherins, and shivering, Lavender pulled the cloak tighter around her. The black, cold eyes of Severus Snape rested on her, and as always it caused a sensation in her stomach as if she would ride rollercoaster. Simultaneously, she got doubts for the first time about their great idea to force access to his class. She was not supposed to be here …
"Good," he said, pulling his wand from his cloak. "After you had eight weeks now to let your brain get completely blunted, we will start with something simple." With a flowing movement of the arm he pointed his wand at the blackboard, which filled instantly with a frightening mass of words.
"Yes! Give me more," Parvati whispered and squeezed Lavender's hand who moaned, "I really missed that!"
Hermione had already begun to copy the instructions from the panel, shaking her head in an annoyed manner and hissing remarks to Harry. She hated Snape like the plague, and Lavender could not blame her. Why couldn't this man just be nice? On the other hand – would he then be so captivating?
"This is the recipe for a very effective tincture against – warts," Snape explained, while a smirk stole on his face. Lavender and Parvati looked at each other and started – of course – to giggle. Although they knew that there would be trouble, they couldn't help it; something inside of them seemed to want exactly that …
"Since Miss Brown and Miss Patil are so happy about it, I can probably assume that they have been looking desperately for such an agent," it came already in a mocking tone. The Slytherins laughed dirtily, as if this would have been the joke of the century now.
Parvati quickly held her hand over her mouth and had at least the decency to blush while Lavender was staring at her teacher just spellbound. At the sound of his voice, all hairs had placed on her back, and she wished, his black eyes would never let go. But yet he had turned away and told the rest of the class, "All those who haven't got any warts yet, I'll whip you some during the second lesson. Until then, you should namely have the tincture finished, so you can try it on yourself then!"
"This is getting better and better," Hermione muttered tonelessly to herself. "A tincture for warts, hello?! He really has no better idea?"
She stood up and went to the cabinets on the back wall of the room to gather up the ingredients for the recipe. Also Lavender and Parvati stood up. "Isn't he just … awesome?" Lavender whispered and grabbed Parvati's arm.
Parvati nodded. "He even washed his hair, to celebrate the day. Have you already noticed? Hey, don't look so glass-eyed. You are indeed fully caught again! Really bad …"
"You're not?" Lavender asked indignantly.
"Yes, yes," Parvati hastened to assure her, at that moment Snape, who had settled at his desk, raised his head and gave them a piercing gaze. "What is actually the point of that look?" he snarled at Parvati and eyed her up and down disparagingly. "To my knowledge, the holidays are over now!"
"I was cold, Professor Snape," Parvati defended herself and bravely stretched out her chin. "Compared to outside it's almost zero temperatures here!"
"That's true," whispered Lavender, who still shivered all over her body, knowing well that not only the cold of the dungeon was to blame.
"I see," Snape said slowly. He stood up and walked toward the two girls. "So, after five long years, you have already figured out that it is cold in this room? What a comprehension!" he remarked with raised eyebrows.
Pansy and Millicent whinnied with laughter. Behind them stood Draco Malfoy and watched all this with a sardonic grin.
Snape came to a halt right in front of Lavender and Parvati, and Lavender's heart began to beat faster when she noticed him staring at her bare legs. "Then it can indeed only be a matter of months, until you have found the tights in your cupboards that fit your uniforms," he continued in a cold voice, and now it was Lavender who turned red. She felt now really defenseless with her skirt, which seemed to her suddenly far too short, presenting her already tarnished bluish legs in full length. And on top these super ugly goose-pimples! He most probably finds me absolutely ridiculous and thinks I want to hit on him! Only now, she noticed that all the other girls really wore tights especially for the dungeon, perhaps quickly put some on themselves by magic.
Parvati beside her had flushed as well, but rather with rage. "In a few months we have winter, where tights are quite useful," she answered now clearly, to the horror of all that belonged to Gryffindor house. "But now it's summer!"
"Well, that's enough!" said Snape, raising his voice. "Ten points from Gryffindor, I'll save myself any further comment. And now you finally get into gear, we've frittered away enough time!"
"My God, you're so naughty!" Lavender said, half admiringly, half annoyed when she rummaged with her friend in the cabinet for the ingredients. Of course, they were the last; all the others were already busily engaged in the preparation of their tinctures. Parvati just pressed her lips together. "What's going on?" asked Lavender. "I mean, what were you thinking, how he would react to your clothes, Parvati?"
"Well, yeah," muttered Parvati. "But somehow I really don't need this anymore, you know? I'm tired to lick his boots and even find this cool. I'm sick to death of it!" With a violent movement she raised a hand to her throat, dropping her violet roots.
"You think, you will manage today?" Snape thundered from his desk, and Lavender quickly turned to the wall. It was incredible, but she had indeed to laugh again …
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I hope you enjoyed it so far! About your feedback I would be really happy :)
CU,
Yllana
