Snape tore down the corridor, his black robes a blur as they fanned
out behind him. Executing a series of sharp turns he checked the many
rooms on his current floor. Up moving stairwells and down secret passages
he ran, searching for her. Finally he reached the Great Hall. Panting, he
leaned into the rough coolness of the stone walls. With a woolen sleeve,
he wiped the sweat from his brow. His chest heaved up and down and he
clutched at his chest. As he began to catch his breath, he chanced to look
up. There she was, Hermione Granger, his intellectual equal. She hadn't
been in Potions that day, and he was terrified that something had happened
to her. For although she was only in her first year at Hogwarts, he knew
the brilliance that lay under that frizzy mane of chestnut curls. He also
knew she had great potential. Great potential indeed.
He chuckled to himself. Yes, something had happened to her, but not the ghastly events that he had fabricated in his mind. She had become enveloped in her reading once again. She missed my class because her nose is stuck in some bloody book. She sat at the Gryffindor table, with her nose in a book, once again. History of Hogwarts no doubt, he thought to himself with a smile. He watched her contentedly for a bit, then allowed his smile to melt into an intense sneer.
"Miss Granger," he said. She jumped at his voice, and after marking her place looked up at him.
"How can I help you Professor?" she asked, quite nonchalantly.
"I didn't happen to...see you, in Potions today." Her face remained the same, but guilt and recognition were evident in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Professor. I-I'm afraid I became rather entranced in my book and didn't notice the time."
He began to raise his voice. "You DIDN'T-"he broke off, and lowered his volume at the frightened look on her face. "...didn't," he continued, "come to my class because you were stuck in that bloody book. What is it anyway?" He asked, although he knew the answer, or so he thought. She held it up to him after folding the top of the page over, marking her place in the large volume. He started at the title. It was a book of potions, but that of a fifth year student.
"I'm sorry professor, I simply couldn't sit through something I already know in your class anymore, so I took it upon myself to ask one of the prefects if I could borrow their books."
He sat in silence. "Ten points from Gryffindor." He said at last.
She began to protest, but was interrupted by his "Twenty points!" She sat, her mouth open in shock. Never had she lost points for her house before. She sat rather numbly, her hands clasped in her lap, looking down into her skirt and bit her lips, refusing to cry in Snape's presence.
"Good day Miss Granger." Nothing.
"I SAID GOOD day, Miss Granger."
"Good day Professor."
He turned and stalked out of the Great Hall. It pained him to dock points from her, but it was the right thing to do. Simultaneously, he was quite pleased with her initiative to learn much more advanced subject matter than he was teaching in class. He needed to observe her more closely, so as not to be surprised the next time. He smiled. Next time, he thought.
PLEASE review and let me know what you think. This is one of my first fan fics so please DON"T be gentle. Flamers build character. Let me know what you think. Either way I'm updating soon. I'm writing the next chapter as we speak. Sorry this one's so short! Oh...and obviously I don't own any of the characters and blah blah blah blah blah. Though if I COULD Oliver Wood is quite the charming young man....yeaaaaaahh clearing throat. Thanks again!
He chuckled to himself. Yes, something had happened to her, but not the ghastly events that he had fabricated in his mind. She had become enveloped in her reading once again. She missed my class because her nose is stuck in some bloody book. She sat at the Gryffindor table, with her nose in a book, once again. History of Hogwarts no doubt, he thought to himself with a smile. He watched her contentedly for a bit, then allowed his smile to melt into an intense sneer.
"Miss Granger," he said. She jumped at his voice, and after marking her place looked up at him.
"How can I help you Professor?" she asked, quite nonchalantly.
"I didn't happen to...see you, in Potions today." Her face remained the same, but guilt and recognition were evident in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Professor. I-I'm afraid I became rather entranced in my book and didn't notice the time."
He began to raise his voice. "You DIDN'T-"he broke off, and lowered his volume at the frightened look on her face. "...didn't," he continued, "come to my class because you were stuck in that bloody book. What is it anyway?" He asked, although he knew the answer, or so he thought. She held it up to him after folding the top of the page over, marking her place in the large volume. He started at the title. It was a book of potions, but that of a fifth year student.
"I'm sorry professor, I simply couldn't sit through something I already know in your class anymore, so I took it upon myself to ask one of the prefects if I could borrow their books."
He sat in silence. "Ten points from Gryffindor." He said at last.
She began to protest, but was interrupted by his "Twenty points!" She sat, her mouth open in shock. Never had she lost points for her house before. She sat rather numbly, her hands clasped in her lap, looking down into her skirt and bit her lips, refusing to cry in Snape's presence.
"Good day Miss Granger." Nothing.
"I SAID GOOD day, Miss Granger."
"Good day Professor."
He turned and stalked out of the Great Hall. It pained him to dock points from her, but it was the right thing to do. Simultaneously, he was quite pleased with her initiative to learn much more advanced subject matter than he was teaching in class. He needed to observe her more closely, so as not to be surprised the next time. He smiled. Next time, he thought.
PLEASE review and let me know what you think. This is one of my first fan fics so please DON"T be gentle. Flamers build character. Let me know what you think. Either way I'm updating soon. I'm writing the next chapter as we speak. Sorry this one's so short! Oh...and obviously I don't own any of the characters and blah blah blah blah blah. Though if I COULD Oliver Wood is quite the charming young man....yeaaaaaahh clearing throat. Thanks again!