Hi guys, I'm back! So this has been written for "The Last Ship Standing" contest on HPFC, using the prompts listed below:
ACTION:a character must hug someone/something
EMOTION: crushed
QUOTE:"life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"- John Lennon (Beautiful Boy)
DIALOGUE:"Stop it, please!"
My ship (Which I chose), is SeverusXHermione. I hope you enjoy it, guys.
Reciprocation
Hermione Granger, to say the least, was crushed.
It had started out as a few sly winks during classes, a brush of the hand, a coy smile, but now she didn't know what to think. In the space of a few short weeks, her world had completely flipped upside-down and back again, messing up all her plans.
Her mother had always told her that "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." On this occasion, Hermione definitely knew she was right. All she had planned on doing in her 7th Year was keeping her grades up and studying for her NEWTS at the end of the year. She certainly didn't plan on falling in like with her Professor (She wouldn't call it love yet) and she certainly didn't plan on flirting with him at every chance she got.
It had all come to a head this morning, during her double potions class. She had been about to add her extract of Hellbore into her Elixir of Forgetfulness when she was sure the Professor Snape had had the audacity to wink at her from up at the front of the classroom!
Well, she was so shocked that she dropped the small crystal vial in her suddenly slack hand into the potion, immediately turning the light blue liquid into a foul, bubbling, orange substance. She froze, arm still outstretched over the violently bubbling liquid.
In her lack of attention, she didn't notice the large bubble that burst in her cauldron, splattering the corrosive liquid on her sleeve. Only when the smell of burning cotton assaulted her nose did she look down. A small shriek left her lips as she tore of her cloak.
Unfortunately, Professor Snape noticed her dilemma.
"Miss Granger!" He snapped, "What is the meaning of this?" Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, no sound able to escape.
"I-" She began, but the Professor cut her off.
"50 points from Gryffindor for your lack of attention, Miss Granger. I would have thought you'd known better." He snipped, turning and making his way to the front of the classroom, vanishing her potion on the way.
Hermione fumed for the rest of the lesson, too incensed to do anything but glare at her professor. When the bell rang signalling the end of class, she packed her things slowly, taking her time while the rest of the class filtered out.
"Hurry up, Hermione." Ron said impatiently, tapping his foot on the ground.
"Honestly, Ronald." Hermione mumbled under her breath, before turning to him and Harry. "You guys go on ahead; I need to ask Professor Snape a question."
Harry nodded and left the classroom, dragging Ron out of the room as well. Hermione made her way up to the front of the room, where Professor Snape sat grading an essay.
"Professor Snape?" She asked, waiting patiently while he marked a large flourishing T onto a 2nd Year essay. He looked up and Hermione could swear his eyes spent a little too long on her body.
"How may I help you, Miss Granger?" He drawled, placing his quill down next to the graded essay.
"Why did you do that in class today?" She asked nervously. Snape's black eyes seemed to engulf all the light in the room and Hermione was afraid that if she looked into them for long enough, she would fall into them. She looked down, twiddling her bag strap with her left hand. She peeked up at him from underneath her eyelashes.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Miss Granger." He said simply, eyes sharpening and losing all emotion. Hermione snapped, sick of the growing tension in the room.
"Stop it, please!" She cried, letting the bag over her shoulder slump to the floor. "Stop pretending I don't know what you're doing, it's maddening!"
"Why Miss Granger," He smirked, and she shuddered at the feelings his smooth, velvety tones elicited in her. "I'm not doing anything."
"Yes you are!" She replied, almost screaming in anger. "The looks, the touching of the hand, everything! It's messing with my sanity!" The Professor merely smirked again.
"I suggest you get to your next lesson, Miss Granger. Break is almost over. I do not know what you think might be happening, but it certainly is not." With a huff of indignation, she grabbed her bag and hugged it tightly to her chest, rushing from the room. In her haste, she left her burnt coat sizzling on the back of her chair.
As she walked to her next class, Hermione thought over what had just happened. If anything, she should feel angry because Snape had used her own teenage emotions against her.
But no, instead she felt crushed. Crushed because she knew there was no hope that he would never reciprocate her feelings.
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What did you guys think? I'm thinking that for each round of the contest I might write another chapter to add to the story. If I end up staying in the contest for long enough, it may end up a full story.
Till next time,
LynxMalfoy
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