Disclaimer: J.K.R. is tattooed on Harry's left butt cheek, not Slinky tear
A/N: I don't know if this is any good, so please R&R. some future chaps may be song fic. Maybe.
I don't think I can do this, Stella repeated this phrase over and over as she walked on silently toward the Shrieking Shack. She'd spent the past two years taking private lessons with the Hogwart's school potion's professor. She admired him at first. For his talent, nothing more. Then it grew.
She remembered the asking him for the lessons two years ago. She felt much the same now as she did then.
Flashback
She packed her bag up slowly so she would be the last one in class. She finished packing her things and pulled the strap up on her shoulder. She began walking to his desk where he sat grading essays, as the last two students left the dungeon.
"Professor?" She was trying as hard as she could to keep the nervousness out of her voice. He's going to say no, I can feel it! She kept thinking.
"What is it you want Ms. O'Brian?"
"I want to take extra lessons," she paused then added, needlessly, "in potions."
"And why should I consider giving you extra lessons during my spare time?"
Well, he's being polite, sort of; that's got to be a good sign. This thought boosted her confidence a bit.
"Because I want to be a potions master." She straightened her posture and spoke confidently adding, "These classes are just not advanced enough for…me." She thought of adding more but thought that she was already bordering on saying too much.
Snape laid down the essay he was grading and studied her for a moment. He looked her in the eyes sternly, trying to gauge if she would truly appreciate the time spent or if she would just waste it.
"Do not waste my time," he picked the essay back up, "be here tomorrow immediately after classes. If you are late I will be forced to reconsider."
Stella wanted to jump up and down screaming and whooping, but contented herself with doing so mentally until she made it into the hallway.
"Thank you, Professor!" She was smiling when she left the potions room. Something unheard of outside of Slytherin house.
End Fb
Her heart slowed down and she smiled at the memory. It was one of her favourites. She had attended extra potion's lessons twice a week since then. They were by far the hardest lessons she'd ever had; they were even harder than the Greek Philosophy lessons she'd been given before attending Hogwart's.
Stella stopped suddenly. There he was, standing in the clearing before the Shrieking Shack. She could see him through the trees, his dark robes and hair contrasting against his pale skin and the snow around them.
OK, deep breath, she sighed as she exhaled. Then began walking calmly toward him, clutching her cloak to her trying to block out the cold as if it was to blame for her fluttering heart and knotted stomach.
Snape's POV
"Hello, Professor."
Snape nearly jumped at the sound, it was only a whisper but in the silence around the Shack it was almost like a scream. He turned around to see a young girl wearing well-tailored Ravenclaw robes, clutching a thick cloak to herself, and wearing suede leather boots, seemingly elf-made since she was walking atop the snow.
Why does she have to be beautiful? It had been hard for him the past two years to keep their relationship strictly that of student teacher. Her waist length scarlet red hair, thin figure, and clear crystal blue eyes were almost too much for him at times.
"It is considered rude to sneak up on someone," he said turning back to look at the crumbling old inn.
He could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke. "My apologies, I didn't realize I wasn't making enough noise for you."
She was standing next to him now, looking at the Shack instead of him. Because she was standing on top of the snow, and Snape was just over ankle deep in it, they stood nearly shoulder to shoulder. They both stood there for a moment look idly at the Shrieking Shack in front of them. Through the light wind they could hear the old planks and boards creak.
"What brings you out here, Ms. O'Brian?" He asked casually; he'd been letting his cold exterior melt away these past few months. Only in her presence, of course; it wouldn't do for the rest of the student body to think that he'd gone soft.
Stella's POV
She stood there for a moment gathering courage. She moved to stand in front of him, and look him in the eyes. He looked down at her questioningly.
Just tell him already! Stop acting like your still in first year you stupid twit, she berated herself. She had graduated from Hogwarts last June, and had stayed on to further her education in potions. Snape was one of the best in the world, though most people didn't know it.
She took a deep breath and said, "You did."
Kiss him! Screamed the same voice.
Snape's POV
"You did," she said.
Snape was blown away. That was the very last thing he had ever expected her to say. But he had only enough time to think this before he felt her lips pressed to his. They were soft, and a bit cool, but not cold. Before he knew what he was doing or could even think about stopping himself, he was kissing her back.
This only lasted for a short moment though. A twig snapped in the distance and they could here the laughter of a group of students making their way to the Shack. So,
Snape broke the kiss and disapparated to an alley behind the Hog's Head. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths, and trying to mental digest what had just happened.
A/N: K! I hope you guys liked it, and again, please R&R! I hope to have the next chapter up soon, I've already got it played out in my head just gotta type it up!
Later, An.