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Sitting at his desk between classes, Professor Snape could sense something in the air. He had a dream the night before and she was in it. She hasn't haunted his dreams since he was a teenager, and now he had been thinking about her again. What could this mean? Maybe she was in trouble or a hidden desire was surfacing yet again. He had to think about her though. It was hard to resist her memories, her beauty, her body. No, he couldn't think about her now. He had a seventh year potions class in less than ten minutes. He wondered how he would be able to teach with thoughts of her intoxicating his mind.
Upon entering the classroom memories of her were still lingering in his thoughts, but one look at Potter and he knew how he would be able to resist. He didn't necessarily hate Potter; it was more like a dissatisfaction knowing that he wasn't put into his house. Snape believed that Harry should have been placed in Slytherin. Sure, Malfoy was fine, but having Potter there too would have been better. It's too late now and there's nothing he could do about it but treat Harry as though he was below him and Slytherin House, which wasn't too hard for him to do.
Potions class had finally passed and everyone filed out of the classroom leaving a tormented Snape behind to deal with his thoughts and daydreams. In fact, Snape was the only one was not happy about class being over. In the hallway, students expressed how glad they were that potions class was over.
"Has anyone else besides me noticed a change in Professor Snape's behavior lately?" asked Hermione.
"Not really," replied Harry.
"Harry, you of all people should have noticed his odd behavior lately."
"Why is that Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Have you two not realized how nice he has been lately?"
"Nice! You can call that nice?" Ron asked rather amused.
"Well, maybe nice isn't the word to use, but he hasn't really said anything mean lately."
"That's because he hasn't said anything at all. He assigns us a potion to complete, then sits down at his desk and stares blankly at the door as if he's expecting someone to walk in."
Harry thought a minute about Ron's comment about Snape then said, "Wait a minute. Hermione's right Ron. Snape is behaving rather oddly. You said so yourself that he sits and stares and he doesn't talk. When have you ever known Snape not to make a snide remark to us or not praise Malfoy to make everyone jealous?"
"Ok. Both of you have a point, but what does it all mean?"
"I don't know, but I for one am glad he's changing," said Harry.
"Well I personally think you two should be careful," began Hermione, "you don't know what he is up to or why he is behaving the way he has been. I think it would also be wise of us to inform Professor Dumbledore of Snape's odd behavior as of late."
They hurriedly finished their conversation as they entered the busy common room.
- - - Meanwhile - - -
Snape was busying himself with potion lists for next week's classes. Usually he makes out the lists on Sunday afternoon while students go to Hogsmead, but he had to busy himself with lots of work this weekend. "Because of you," he said to the woman who wasn't there, "these students will have double the amount of potions." After he said this he could swear he could hear her laughing in the back of his mind. Her laughter caused a ringing in his ears. He couldn't think no more about potions. All he could think of now was that laugh. Oh, how her voice sounded. Mesmerizing and sensuous it was. He knew that if she were there he would fall to his knees if it meant she would say just one more word so that he may hear her voice. But he could hear her voice, it was getting louder; and he could see her face too. He was helpless. He was hers now, he had always wanted to be hers but in reality he never was. Now he could only be hers when he dreamt, and to fulfill that fantasy he fell asleep.
Sitting at his desk between classes, Professor Snape could sense something in the air. He had a dream the night before and she was in it. She hasn't haunted his dreams since he was a teenager, and now he had been thinking about her again. What could this mean? Maybe she was in trouble or a hidden desire was surfacing yet again. He had to think about her though. It was hard to resist her memories, her beauty, her body. No, he couldn't think about her now. He had a seventh year potions class in less than ten minutes. He wondered how he would be able to teach with thoughts of her intoxicating his mind.
Upon entering the classroom memories of her were still lingering in his thoughts, but one look at Potter and he knew how he would be able to resist. He didn't necessarily hate Potter; it was more like a dissatisfaction knowing that he wasn't put into his house. Snape believed that Harry should have been placed in Slytherin. Sure, Malfoy was fine, but having Potter there too would have been better. It's too late now and there's nothing he could do about it but treat Harry as though he was below him and Slytherin House, which wasn't too hard for him to do.
Potions class had finally passed and everyone filed out of the classroom leaving a tormented Snape behind to deal with his thoughts and daydreams. In fact, Snape was the only one was not happy about class being over. In the hallway, students expressed how glad they were that potions class was over.
"Has anyone else besides me noticed a change in Professor Snape's behavior lately?" asked Hermione.
"Not really," replied Harry.
"Harry, you of all people should have noticed his odd behavior lately."
"Why is that Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Have you two not realized how nice he has been lately?"
"Nice! You can call that nice?" Ron asked rather amused.
"Well, maybe nice isn't the word to use, but he hasn't really said anything mean lately."
"That's because he hasn't said anything at all. He assigns us a potion to complete, then sits down at his desk and stares blankly at the door as if he's expecting someone to walk in."
Harry thought a minute about Ron's comment about Snape then said, "Wait a minute. Hermione's right Ron. Snape is behaving rather oddly. You said so yourself that he sits and stares and he doesn't talk. When have you ever known Snape not to make a snide remark to us or not praise Malfoy to make everyone jealous?"
"Ok. Both of you have a point, but what does it all mean?"
"I don't know, but I for one am glad he's changing," said Harry.
"Well I personally think you two should be careful," began Hermione, "you don't know what he is up to or why he is behaving the way he has been. I think it would also be wise of us to inform Professor Dumbledore of Snape's odd behavior as of late."
They hurriedly finished their conversation as they entered the busy common room.
- - - Meanwhile - - -
Snape was busying himself with potion lists for next week's classes. Usually he makes out the lists on Sunday afternoon while students go to Hogsmead, but he had to busy himself with lots of work this weekend. "Because of you," he said to the woman who wasn't there, "these students will have double the amount of potions." After he said this he could swear he could hear her laughing in the back of his mind. Her laughter caused a ringing in his ears. He couldn't think no more about potions. All he could think of now was that laugh. Oh, how her voice sounded. Mesmerizing and sensuous it was. He knew that if she were there he would fall to his knees if it meant she would say just one more word so that he may hear her voice. But he could hear her voice, it was getting louder; and he could see her face too. He was helpless. He was hers now, he had always wanted to be hers but in reality he never was. Now he could only be hers when he dreamt, and to fulfill that fantasy he fell asleep.