A/N Okay here goes people. I don't own the characters, I didn't create them and I'm certainly not JK Rowling. I hope you like. Read on.
One thing she loved about the muggle world is the brand new ipod that her parents gave her on her return to London for summer break. She loved it, no more bulky portable stereo systems or walkmans or discmans. Music and dancing were her secret love that no one, not even Harry and Ron, knew about. So every day during the school break she would run the five miles to her ballet academy for her class. And as she ran she indulged in her in passion of singing and music. During the school year she danced and sang in an abandoned classroom that P McGonagall had said she could use.
So it was quite a surprise when she bumped into someone as she was engrossed in 'How Do I Live' which had a very deep meaning for her. She fell and tried to land as she had been taught but her ankle twisted. She was even more surprised at who she had ran into and what they were wearing. It was none other then her esteemed Potions Master and what had her gobsmacked is that he too had an ipod. She decided that if her ankle didn't hurt so bad she would laugh.
"Hello Professor" she said quietly as tears filled her eyes.
"Miss Granger" he replied as he knelt down to examine her ankle.
(1)"Zut, zut, zut madame va tuer m'a positivement." she exclaimed, not realizing she had reverted to french.
(2)"Je doute fortement qu'il Miss Granger, son juste une entorse. Ne détiennent encore." he replied, his accent flawless.
(3)"Mon dieu, vous parlez français magnifiquement professeur." she said in complete awe.
(4)"Merci beaucoup Miss Granger, faites comme vous. Où avez-vous appris à parler le français avec l'oreille absolue et l'intonation?" he asked.
"Oh," she answered, "Ballet, our teacher is french and insisted we all learn because ballet came from France."
"Your ankle should be fine now Miss Granger. Are you going or coming from class?" he asked.
"How did you know Professor?" she asked, shocked.
"I can clearly see you have a gym bag, you're in tights and your hair is in a tight bun, need I go on?" he asked, sarcasm filling his voice.
"I can see I'm no longer worth your time, good day Professor. Thank you for fixing my ankle." she said quietly.
She stood and picked up her bag and ran off, desperately trying not to let Snape see that she was close to tears without being physically hurt. She just wanted to get out of his line of sight and to her ballet class where she could pretend that nothing was wrong and he hadn't broken her heart.
Before she knew it he was running beside her, he tried to get her attention.
(5)"S'il vous plaît arrêter un moment, Miss Granger. Je suis désolé, je n'aurais pas dû dire ça." he said as she stopped
Translations:
(1)Damn,damn,damn Madame is going to positively kill me.
(2)I highly doubt it Miss Granger, its just a sprain. Do hold still.
(3)Good Lord, you speak french beautifully Professor
(4)Thank you very much Miss Granger, as do you. Where did you learn to speak french with perfect pitch and intonation?
(5)Please stop a moment Miss Granger. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
A/N what do you think? a chapter two?