Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Author: Chroi (aka. Meggy)
Summary: Hermione visits her Potions Professor to bestow a Christmas wish upon him.
Rating: G
Author Notes: It's pretty much a one shot fluff fic, I'd have written something smutty along with it, but I was in a cute Christmas mood. Christmas in July:D! (this was also written way back during Christmas time this year as well as un-beta'd. Concrit fine, but no flaming as it makes me sad D: )
A Very Merry Christmas
There was a knock on my door. No one ever came to my chambers without a previous appointment.
"Enter", and as if this word had been "accio" the cinnamon colored bushy head of my least favorite know-it-all appeared in my doorway. Great.
"Sir?" Hermione Granger, brunette Gryffindor, clever witch, insufferable know-it-all, and my biggest annoyance, asked.
"Miss Granger. To what do I owe this…unpleasant surprise?" Hermione crossed the room swiftly and placed a small package on my desk with shaking hands. I raised my eyebrow and looked at the girl incredulously. She was blushing beet red and biting her bottom lip.
"This isn't a ploy to get me sacked, is it?" I asked, prodding the box with my quill.
"No Sir! It's a Christmas present for you, Sir" She said, looking up from her study of her shoes. I stared at her and blinked, at a complete loss for an answer or scathing remark. Without even thinking I nodded my head and murmured my thanks. Miss Granger took this as her cue to depart and did so with a whispered "Merry Christmas Professor." I don't know how long I stared at the small package, but it was long enough to have the print of the charmed parchment, snakes with Santa hats, burned into my memory. Snakes with Santa hats, honestly. Shaking my head, I removed the ridiculous paper. Underneath was a small foil embossed box; it was red. Bloody Gryffindor color. Even my favorite swear was read. I made a vow to use greener curses. The small box shined up at me and pulled me from my thoughts. Guess I should open it. Bloody Gryffindor. I lifted the top from the box and looked inside; it was folded parchment shrunken so that it's barely noticeable. It's probably her midterm essay. Conceited little chit! I poked the parchment and it sprang to its full size. Granger had written me an essay. Lovely. Her neat writing shone on the…envelope? Why should her essay be in an envelope? Oh bloody hell. The envelope read "Merry Christmas Professor Snape!" Bloody perfect. Time for a drink.
Ah, Firewhiskey. How it makes everything seem better, even lengthy looking essays from insufferable know-it-alls.
I guess it isn't an essay. Essays do not start with "Dear Professor Snape". To the liquor cabinet once more.
Sitting in my comfortable armchair with a tumbler half full of single malt scotch, as it's best to drink good alcohol when really hoping to dull the pain, I let the note drop to the floor.
Dear Professor Snape,
I'm sorry if this is rather odd, I'm sure you weren't expecting a present from me. You might be wondering "How is this a present?". Well, I don't suppose the words are enough, but this is all I have. Graduation is in 6 months. I'm sure you're counting the days like Scrooge counts his money. I'll be a legal young witch and no longer your student. To put things bluntly; I'm in love with you Severus Snape. Ever since fourth year I've hidden my feelings, my adoration, my respect, my wishes, and my desires. Three long years I've worked to prove myself to you, to be worthy of you. My present to you on your possibly lonely Christmas is that of my heart. Please, treat it kindly.
With Love,
Your Hermione
The words glistened in the firelight, my eyes doing the same. I can only imagine what possessed her to write this note, what possessed her to be interested in me. The cold, hard, evil potions master. She's off her rocker. I suppose I shall write her a letter back.
Fin
So, it's short, it's crap, but I like it. Just like Dane Cook has said, you guys don't have to clap, this one's for me. If you liked it, I've love reviews! If you didn't like it, I'd like reviews anyway :D!