She hated potion class with a passion. Even though it was one of her better subjects, she still seemed to not be able to pay attention to a single word that was said by her instructor. Severus Snape shouldn't have been so distracting. He was probably old enough to be her father, and he was sarcastic, rude, scathing, everything she supposedly hated, and yet she still couldn't follow a single word out of his mouth without somehow drawing an innuendo from it. It was quite exhausting. Her grades reflected as such, from where she dropped from a A+ to a C- in the span of two months. She was Ravenclaw, for God's sake. She had a natural thirst for knowledge, especially where Potions was concerned, and she went from best student to average too quickly for her standards. She'd have to get a tutor, or something, before she flunked. Maybe if she actually paid attention instead of daydreaming, she could make a potion to get herself out of this mess...
"And that concludes today's lesson. Dismissed.", She was knocked out of her thoughts by his voice. She gathered her things, and was abou to leave when he said," Except for you, miss Currie."
"Well, fuck", she said under her breath,"Yes, sir." she moved to his desk.
"You've had a considerable drop in your grades. You used to be one of my best students, only rivaled by a Ms. Hermione Granger. But now, you could be compared to Ronald Weasley. I wish to see an improvement in your grades. Do what you must. Get a tutor, come to class early, just improve your marks. Am I clear?".
"Cystal, sir. Thank you.", She gathered her things and was about to walk out the door when Snape spoke.
"You know, it would probably help if you listened instead of daydreming in my class. I din't realize I was so distracting."
She was at her room within minutes of his statement, a blush burning her face so red that she thought it might stain. And she knew, weithout a shadow of a doubt, that he had a smirk tattooed across his stupid, arrogant, beautiful face.
