The Teacher Chronicles
They're a match made wherever you like, but can Minerva and Severus
finally admit their feelings for one another??? Strange, I know. Be
prepared for serious wrinkle factor and OOC ness.
Disclaimer: Although I try to tell myself it's not true, I do not own any of these characters, and therefore cannot control the fact that...... it's too sad to take anymore. Why God? Why did I not have the genius to create Draco? WHY???????? So yes.
Chapter 1: Affection and the Knight Bus
As Minerva stepped into her old tartan robes, and pinned her hair tightly on top of her head, she sighed, thinking of another year ahead at Hogwarts. Returning to the mass of students going through the gruelling process of becoming witches and wizards, she was preparing herself for the biggest challenge of all... Severus Snape.
Severus, having dressed and eaten, was fiddling with his large collection of tiny crystal bottles, each filled with a deadly concoction. He too, was preparing himself for another year at Hogwarts, yelling at students, primarily that scum Harry Potter, and dealing with that stubborn mule, Minerva McGonagall. She was so arrogant, and so certain that she was always, always, right. He hated it. Gathering his trunk, cloak, and glass vials, he swooped out of his front door, to find that his usual mode of transport, a sleek black Mercedes, had, yet again, been trashed. Cursing, he thrust his right hand out towards the road, and with a bang, a large, and in his opinion, very tacky bus appeared. With a sigh he boarded, paying Stan his 11 sickles, and sat down on an overly soft, creaky bed.
Minerva, too, was on the infamous Knight Bus, and, cursing at the fact the teachers had to leave for Hogwarts in the middle of the night, tried to figure out some sort of a lesson plan for the next week or so. It was impossible, what with the stopping and starting, that INCREDIBLY annoying conductor, and the occupant of the bed next to hers muttering under their breath constantly, she soon gave up. Feeling considerably green around the gills, and very irritated, she poked her head around the bedpost, to ask, no, tell the muttering twit to keep their trap closed. However, when she did, she was met with a glare that would peel paint, from Severus Snape. Quickly pulling her head back, she felt strange, recognising vaguely a feeling from somewhere deep inside, that, though she regretted it, could only be described as..... affection.
Yes, no??? It's my first fanfic, so gentle flames, ok??? Suggestions r welcome!! Ta!
Disclaimer: Although I try to tell myself it's not true, I do not own any of these characters, and therefore cannot control the fact that...... it's too sad to take anymore. Why God? Why did I not have the genius to create Draco? WHY???????? So yes.
Chapter 1: Affection and the Knight Bus
As Minerva stepped into her old tartan robes, and pinned her hair tightly on top of her head, she sighed, thinking of another year ahead at Hogwarts. Returning to the mass of students going through the gruelling process of becoming witches and wizards, she was preparing herself for the biggest challenge of all... Severus Snape.
Severus, having dressed and eaten, was fiddling with his large collection of tiny crystal bottles, each filled with a deadly concoction. He too, was preparing himself for another year at Hogwarts, yelling at students, primarily that scum Harry Potter, and dealing with that stubborn mule, Minerva McGonagall. She was so arrogant, and so certain that she was always, always, right. He hated it. Gathering his trunk, cloak, and glass vials, he swooped out of his front door, to find that his usual mode of transport, a sleek black Mercedes, had, yet again, been trashed. Cursing, he thrust his right hand out towards the road, and with a bang, a large, and in his opinion, very tacky bus appeared. With a sigh he boarded, paying Stan his 11 sickles, and sat down on an overly soft, creaky bed.
Minerva, too, was on the infamous Knight Bus, and, cursing at the fact the teachers had to leave for Hogwarts in the middle of the night, tried to figure out some sort of a lesson plan for the next week or so. It was impossible, what with the stopping and starting, that INCREDIBLY annoying conductor, and the occupant of the bed next to hers muttering under their breath constantly, she soon gave up. Feeling considerably green around the gills, and very irritated, she poked her head around the bedpost, to ask, no, tell the muttering twit to keep their trap closed. However, when she did, she was met with a glare that would peel paint, from Severus Snape. Quickly pulling her head back, she felt strange, recognising vaguely a feeling from somewhere deep inside, that, though she regretted it, could only be described as..... affection.
Yes, no??? It's my first fanfic, so gentle flames, ok??? Suggestions r welcome!! Ta!