Disclaimer: The charters in this story are not mine. Nor is the song that
inspired it. The charters belong to J. K. Rowling, and the song Brittany
Spears. Only thing that is mine is the plot.
TOXIC
"Baby can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm Falling" Brittany Spears.
Hermione took her usual seat in front of Ron and Harry, at the back of the Potions class. The boys were caught up in a heated debate about Quidditch; she only caught a few words of the discussion.
"Come on, Harry, The Chuddly Comets...." But the rest of their conversation was lost to her as Professor Snape entered the classroom.
Unfortunately the boys were in deep waters now, because they didn't notice who was now standing in front of the class.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now Potter, Weasley, when you are ready." His voice as cold as his black ice eyes.
There was never any love loss between Harry and Snape, so what came next was not a shock to anyone. "What's the matter Snape, found out that you were skipped over for the Dark Arts position again next year?"
Hermione whipped around in her seat, not believing her ears. "Harry." She hissed, almost feeling sorry for Snape.
"Miss Granger." She turned back around only to be met by the Professors dark stare. In that moment she knew that this man's presence commanded undivided attention like none other. "You need not defend my ego. Another fifty points then Potter."
The Potions Master wouldn't give Harry the satisfaction of knowing how much those words had heated him. How dare he even go down that road? Well, Severus would be having a chat with McGonagall later.
A hush fell throughout the class at Snape's words. Gryffindor had lost sixty points and class just started. In a cloud of black robes Professor Snape turned his full attention on the rest of the class. Giving each student in turn one of his trademark scowls.
"Now as you well know this is the last day of classes." There was a low murmur of relief around the room that didn't last.
"However..." Ah, that got the look of fear back on their faces. "That doesn't mean it is playtime." Snape was now staring Harry down, with his coldest stare yet.
With one slender finger, Snape beckoned Hermione to him. She rose anxiously, walking to the front of the class.
"Here, Miss Granger." He picked up a stack of parchment from his desk and held it out to her. "Take these and see that everyone gets one."
Reaching to take the papers he offered her, he brushed her hand lightly with his fingers. Oh, bloody hell, it sent chills up and down her spine. But what bothered Hermione the most as she went around the room handing out parchment, was that her reaction wasn't cased by repulsion.
Finally sitting back down so lost in thought that all she could do was watch this man before her through new eyes. True she had always strived to impress the Potions Master with her work. But Hermione had thought it was because she wanted to prove to him that she wasn't just "Harry Potter's Brain" as he so lovingly put it.
Yet now, she wasn't so sure. 'Wow, wait a minute is this Snape I am having these thoughts about?'
This thought was brought home when she felt a warm breath stir her hair, "Miss Granger, have you heard anything I have said?" Her name felt like honey on his lips.
"Um, sorry Sir, I was... I was..." Hermione fumbled for the right words to describe what she had been doing. But all she could think about where the butterflies loose in her stomach.
"I believe you were just leaving, as class is dismissed." He watched through thoughtful eyes as she scurried about gathering her things. Her hand was on the door and her escape was almost made good when, "Miss Granger, do not forget to see the Headmaster in one hour."
TOXIC
"Baby can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm Falling" Brittany Spears.
Hermione took her usual seat in front of Ron and Harry, at the back of the Potions class. The boys were caught up in a heated debate about Quidditch; she only caught a few words of the discussion.
"Come on, Harry, The Chuddly Comets...." But the rest of their conversation was lost to her as Professor Snape entered the classroom.
Unfortunately the boys were in deep waters now, because they didn't notice who was now standing in front of the class.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now Potter, Weasley, when you are ready." His voice as cold as his black ice eyes.
There was never any love loss between Harry and Snape, so what came next was not a shock to anyone. "What's the matter Snape, found out that you were skipped over for the Dark Arts position again next year?"
Hermione whipped around in her seat, not believing her ears. "Harry." She hissed, almost feeling sorry for Snape.
"Miss Granger." She turned back around only to be met by the Professors dark stare. In that moment she knew that this man's presence commanded undivided attention like none other. "You need not defend my ego. Another fifty points then Potter."
The Potions Master wouldn't give Harry the satisfaction of knowing how much those words had heated him. How dare he even go down that road? Well, Severus would be having a chat with McGonagall later.
A hush fell throughout the class at Snape's words. Gryffindor had lost sixty points and class just started. In a cloud of black robes Professor Snape turned his full attention on the rest of the class. Giving each student in turn one of his trademark scowls.
"Now as you well know this is the last day of classes." There was a low murmur of relief around the room that didn't last.
"However..." Ah, that got the look of fear back on their faces. "That doesn't mean it is playtime." Snape was now staring Harry down, with his coldest stare yet.
With one slender finger, Snape beckoned Hermione to him. She rose anxiously, walking to the front of the class.
"Here, Miss Granger." He picked up a stack of parchment from his desk and held it out to her. "Take these and see that everyone gets one."
Reaching to take the papers he offered her, he brushed her hand lightly with his fingers. Oh, bloody hell, it sent chills up and down her spine. But what bothered Hermione the most as she went around the room handing out parchment, was that her reaction wasn't cased by repulsion.
Finally sitting back down so lost in thought that all she could do was watch this man before her through new eyes. True she had always strived to impress the Potions Master with her work. But Hermione had thought it was because she wanted to prove to him that she wasn't just "Harry Potter's Brain" as he so lovingly put it.
Yet now, she wasn't so sure. 'Wow, wait a minute is this Snape I am having these thoughts about?'
This thought was brought home when she felt a warm breath stir her hair, "Miss Granger, have you heard anything I have said?" Her name felt like honey on his lips.
"Um, sorry Sir, I was... I was..." Hermione fumbled for the right words to describe what she had been doing. But all she could think about where the butterflies loose in her stomach.
"I believe you were just leaving, as class is dismissed." He watched through thoughtful eyes as she scurried about gathering her things. Her hand was on the door and her escape was almost made good when, "Miss Granger, do not forget to see the Headmaster in one hour."