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These are not my own characters. just in case anyone "accidentally" came onto fanfiction. for someone less stupid but still stupid most of the characters belong to J.K Rowling!
Chapter one.
Grettle hurried down the corridor. She was late for the worst ever subject to be late for. potions. The subject that had made her retake the whole entire 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She didn't want to take the year a third time, and Professor Snape was the teacher who would be happy too see to that. She wasn't exactly his best student. As a matter of fact. one of his worst. But she knew Harry Potter was still at the top of his list.
She could hear her steps echo as she half ran. She was at least five minutes late and being that was not just bad but VERY bad when it was to do with Snape.
After what seemed ages, she finally saw the door to Snape's classroom. For once in her whole entire life she was actually happy to see it. She had used that room for six years and she still couldn't get used to the smell that was inside. It was absolutely hideous.
She quickly knocked and without waiting for an answer pushed the door opened.
'Sorry I am late Professor. I.' she didn't finish the sentence. She just stared at the sight that met her.
Professor Snape was lying on his desk, all the papers lying on the floor, and half on top of him was Madame Pompfrey, the nurse! Around his mouth was some reddish colour as if of lipstick and his usual cloak was kind of opened. Also his hair was worse than normal. It was more standing up than gelled down.
'Urg!' she shouted unable to move. 'Professor, what do you think you are doing?' she asked disgusted looking away. Snape had a terrified look on his face she had never seen before. Kind of scared. And Madam Pompfrey just had her normal look left on her tight lips; sour and all knowing.
'Professor, this is no way to behave in a school full of students!' she shouted in a surprise tone. 'Think if I had been a first grader! Madame Pompfrey, you as nurse should know better!'
There was a long awkward silence. Snape quickly got up from his desk and pushed Madame Pompfrey aside. He with careful but big steps walked over too Grettle who was still by the doorway.
'Miss Yerk, what the he-heaven's sake are you doing in my classroom?! You are supposed to be in class,' he spat angrily a burst of saliva emerging from his mouth landing softly on Grettle's cheek. 'I thought I was supposed to be in your class now, Professor,' she explained herself. 'Ain't I?' he looked down on her with a great deal of distress.
'Eh. Miss Yerk. if I would pay you an amount. could you keep this little coincidence secret?' he asked in a bit of a panicked voice. To her surprise he had got out his wallet and started digging in it for something to give.
'Professor, I wont take money. And now if you will excuse me I will have to try and find the class I am supposed to be in.' she turned around and was about to start walking. She couldn't wait to tell her fellow students.
'Wait.' a weak voice called from behind her. 'Please Miss Yerk,'
'Don't worry. The whole entire school will soon know about this, Professor Snape,' she said grinning an evil grin.
'No! Don't!' he shrieked. 'Miss Yerk! If you tell anybody I will fail you this year! Again! And you don't want that do you?' he said. He said it in a confident voice but Grettle could tell from his sweating forehead and his scared eyes that he was still panicking.
'Well no one would forget what I might say, no matter if I do fail the year,' she said knowingly but she started to feel that Snape still had a threat. She knew her parents would kill her if she failed another year and she wanted to live until she was an old granny driving a Mercedes Benz. Or maybe a sports car. She didn't know.
'Ok. How about that if you keep this a secret. just between you, me and Poppy. I mean. Madame Pompfrey. I will give you an A on all of your work this year and I will make you get a passing grade on your final exam.
'Not a passing grade! An A,' she said importantly now actually seeing she could maybe get something out of her witness.
'All right, an A,' he said drawing his fingers through his messy hair to try and get it back to normal.
'I will think about it.' she threatened and turned around again.
'No you think NOW!' he said kind of getting back to his evil self. 'I am giving you a one of a lifetime opportunity no other professor would give! And if you don't accept it you are both a silly and stupid girl! You were only stupid before but you will be labelled silly too! Think about it, Yerk! I am offering you A's in Potions for a whole entire year,' Grettle looked at him. She really didn't want to die so early in life. And it was a very fair offer. But she didn't know. Was it really worth taking.
'All right.' she finally said. Snape took out a relieved hand. Grettle didn't take it. She didn't want to think about how far up his nose it had been. She turned around and started walking back towards the dungeon floor.
'Remember! Don't tell a soal!' he shouted after her. She turned around and grinned one of her evil smiles. She knew Snape knew she was no one to trust.
These are not my own characters. just in case anyone "accidentally" came onto fanfiction. for someone less stupid but still stupid most of the characters belong to J.K Rowling!
Chapter one.
Grettle hurried down the corridor. She was late for the worst ever subject to be late for. potions. The subject that had made her retake the whole entire 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She didn't want to take the year a third time, and Professor Snape was the teacher who would be happy too see to that. She wasn't exactly his best student. As a matter of fact. one of his worst. But she knew Harry Potter was still at the top of his list.
She could hear her steps echo as she half ran. She was at least five minutes late and being that was not just bad but VERY bad when it was to do with Snape.
After what seemed ages, she finally saw the door to Snape's classroom. For once in her whole entire life she was actually happy to see it. She had used that room for six years and she still couldn't get used to the smell that was inside. It was absolutely hideous.
She quickly knocked and without waiting for an answer pushed the door opened.
'Sorry I am late Professor. I.' she didn't finish the sentence. She just stared at the sight that met her.
Professor Snape was lying on his desk, all the papers lying on the floor, and half on top of him was Madame Pompfrey, the nurse! Around his mouth was some reddish colour as if of lipstick and his usual cloak was kind of opened. Also his hair was worse than normal. It was more standing up than gelled down.
'Urg!' she shouted unable to move. 'Professor, what do you think you are doing?' she asked disgusted looking away. Snape had a terrified look on his face she had never seen before. Kind of scared. And Madam Pompfrey just had her normal look left on her tight lips; sour and all knowing.
'Professor, this is no way to behave in a school full of students!' she shouted in a surprise tone. 'Think if I had been a first grader! Madame Pompfrey, you as nurse should know better!'
There was a long awkward silence. Snape quickly got up from his desk and pushed Madame Pompfrey aside. He with careful but big steps walked over too Grettle who was still by the doorway.
'Miss Yerk, what the he-heaven's sake are you doing in my classroom?! You are supposed to be in class,' he spat angrily a burst of saliva emerging from his mouth landing softly on Grettle's cheek. 'I thought I was supposed to be in your class now, Professor,' she explained herself. 'Ain't I?' he looked down on her with a great deal of distress.
'Eh. Miss Yerk. if I would pay you an amount. could you keep this little coincidence secret?' he asked in a bit of a panicked voice. To her surprise he had got out his wallet and started digging in it for something to give.
'Professor, I wont take money. And now if you will excuse me I will have to try and find the class I am supposed to be in.' she turned around and was about to start walking. She couldn't wait to tell her fellow students.
'Wait.' a weak voice called from behind her. 'Please Miss Yerk,'
'Don't worry. The whole entire school will soon know about this, Professor Snape,' she said grinning an evil grin.
'No! Don't!' he shrieked. 'Miss Yerk! If you tell anybody I will fail you this year! Again! And you don't want that do you?' he said. He said it in a confident voice but Grettle could tell from his sweating forehead and his scared eyes that he was still panicking.
'Well no one would forget what I might say, no matter if I do fail the year,' she said knowingly but she started to feel that Snape still had a threat. She knew her parents would kill her if she failed another year and she wanted to live until she was an old granny driving a Mercedes Benz. Or maybe a sports car. She didn't know.
'Ok. How about that if you keep this a secret. just between you, me and Poppy. I mean. Madame Pompfrey. I will give you an A on all of your work this year and I will make you get a passing grade on your final exam.
'Not a passing grade! An A,' she said importantly now actually seeing she could maybe get something out of her witness.
'All right, an A,' he said drawing his fingers through his messy hair to try and get it back to normal.
'I will think about it.' she threatened and turned around again.
'No you think NOW!' he said kind of getting back to his evil self. 'I am giving you a one of a lifetime opportunity no other professor would give! And if you don't accept it you are both a silly and stupid girl! You were only stupid before but you will be labelled silly too! Think about it, Yerk! I am offering you A's in Potions for a whole entire year,' Grettle looked at him. She really didn't want to die so early in life. And it was a very fair offer. But she didn't know. Was it really worth taking.
'All right.' she finally said. Snape took out a relieved hand. Grettle didn't take it. She didn't want to think about how far up his nose it had been. She turned around and started walking back towards the dungeon floor.
'Remember! Don't tell a soal!' he shouted after her. She turned around and grinned one of her evil smiles. She knew Snape knew she was no one to trust.