A/N Here's another short story, this one written in 30 minutes. Again, this one was stuck to 1 page, although it is slightly longer than The Incident. Thanx again,

Sculptedangel

Apprentice

Severus Snape was mad, and he didn't care who knew it. Slytherin had just lost the house cup to Gryffindor – again – and that prude, Minerva, had to flaunt it in his face. No matter how many points he took off each year, they always seemed to come back. At least this year marked the end of the Dream Team's reign at Hogwarts. Well, all but one. Against all he believed in – Slytherins first and al that – he'd taken a Gryffindor as his first apprentice. He had to admit, the girl was exceptionally smart, for a Gryffindor. She'd excelled at potions – the best in her class – by many points. She'd even beat Draco, the best of them all, by at least 20 points. There was no way he could skip over her and go straight to the boy. So, he'd offered, and much to his surprise, she accepted. Now he regretted his decision to play fair for once. For 5 more years he'd be stuck with the know-it-all. The potions masters' mood worsened. Striding into his rooms, he pulled off his robe and slipped into black dress slacks and a dark blue button-up shirt. He hated robes, and discarded them the minute he was allowed to. He opened the door to his workstation to be greeted by the best sight he'd ever seen. A perfectly rounded bottom poked out, covered by a short black skirt. The torso attached had a white camisole that showed off perfect curves. He cleared his throat.

"Excuse me miss…" the young lady turned and smiled. "Miss Granger? Where are your robes?" He stuttered. She'd obviously cleaned herself up after newts. Her hair was sleek and silky. She'd applied a little makeup, just enough to accent her natural features. She looked gorgeous!

"Sorry sir, I figured that since I've graduated I wouldn't have to wear them anymore. Would you like me to put some on?" Her eyebrows had creased downward, and her lips formed a little pout that was hard to resist.

"No Miss Granger, that won't be necessary. It just startled me. And please call me Severus." Where did that come from?

"And I am Hermione, Severus." She smiled, and his heart fluttered. Maybe these next years wouldn't be so bad for dear Professor Snape.

The End

Thanx again, and hoped you liked it, I really enjoyed writing it. Till next time, I remain, always yours, Sculptedangel