I sat in the cold dungeons working on one of my potions. It was for my late-session study hall that I had alone with Professor Snape. I have always been eager to learn and one day he offered me this wonderful opportunity. I actually enjoy these private lessons, as he is an excellent teacher and Potions Master. He teaches me loads of little secrets to improve my potion making skills. This study session has been very useful in helping me to decide whether or not I wanted to become a Potions Mistress.
But tonight, I was having trouble focusing. I have been dating Dean Thomas for almost a 6 months, up until last night. He broke up with me saying that he was tired of waiting for me to be ready for sex. So, needless to say, I was very distracted. I was supposed to be stirring my cauldron exactly 38 times.
thirty-six...........thirty-seven...........thirty-eight.....
"Miss Granger, would you like to explain to me what is weighing so heavily on your mind that you do not simply charm your cauldron to stir itself?" Came Professor Snape's voice from behind me.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Professor. I'm just a bit distracted."
"What, pray tell, could be fogging your knowledge so?" He said harshly.
"My boyfriend broke up with me last night." I admitted sadly.
"I should have known," he said, sweeping away.
"Tell me, Professor," I began, " you're a handsome man, am I ugly or unattractive in anyway?" When the words left my mouth, my face immediately flushed and I lowered my eyes to the floor. I hoped and prayed that maybe he hadnt heard me, but to no avail. He slowly turned to me, and I expected him to shout at me. But when he looked directly into my eyes, I felt my magic pulsing and I saw it shimmering all around me, but for some strange reason, I dont think he could see it. My heart raced and my whole body felt a flash of heat.
"What did you just say?" he asked slowly.
"I- well,- no.... uhmm" I stammered.
"Y-you think Im handsome?" he said nervously.
"Yes of course I do." I replied, moving closer to him. "But you didn't answer my question" He quickly pulled up a stool to sit with me at my worktable and leaned across the work surface so his countenance was just inches from my own.
"Hermione, you are so beautiful, intelligent, and loving, any man would be daft to not want you for his own."
My mouth hung open in shock.
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