Regarding Severus
Chapter Three
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Hermione met Felicity in the Great Hall the next morning, a copy of her timetable in hand. She looked up and down the Gryffindor Table and as she did so, she spotted Professor Snape sitting up at the High Table, goblet in hand drinking pumpkin juice.
She was surprised; Professor Snape – pumpkin juice?
He seemed to realize he was being watched as he looked round the hall as she looked. She flushed a delicate pink and turned round to see Felicity and her friends walking into the Hall.
"Morning Hermione!" she said happily and walked to with her to sit down. Hermione smiled and sat down across the table from her, handing her the timetable.
"What's this?" Felicity asked; confused.
"It is a copy of my timetable. I have free periods as a seventh year and I usually spend my time in the Common Room or the Library. If you're stuck, then you come and get me from then, or meet me after my classes." Hermione explained. "And..."
She took another piece of blank parchment from her bag. "Give me your timetable."
Felicity handed it over and quickly, Hermione tapped each square to change it to Felicity's classes.
"Over the week, we will see- or over the next two weeks if you'd prefer- what classes you do need me in and ones you don't as much. Then I can go into those hardest classes with you. I'm a bright and already ahead of everyone else so it won't matter if I miss a few lessons a week."
Felicity looked quietly stunned and Hermione laughed softly.
"I'm excited about tutoring a student. It will be like a fresh up of what I learned during my first year!" she chuckled as she buttered her toast.
"What happened in your first year?" Felicity asked.
Hermione smiled at the memory. "Loads of things that made me, Ron and Harry break the rules. There was the time when Draco Malfoy dared Harry to a midnight duel but was really a trap and we met Fluffy which was protecting the Philosopher's Stone. Then there were all the breaking curfews we did and then Harry coming face to face with Voldermort for the first time."
"You did a lot in First Year then" Felicity chuckled.
Hermione smiled fondly at the memory. "Yes, we did. And we've had more fun since. What is your first class?"
"Charms."
They got up after a few minutes and Hermione followed her to Professor Flickwick's classroom. All the teachers had been informed of Hermione tutoring and allowed her lessons off while she got used to Felicity's timetable.
Whenever Felicity got stuck with something Hermione would take her aside and teach her the wand movements until she got it and then made her think the movement whilst she said the incantation.
This lesson they were making things fly, something that hadn't been attempted in Hermione's first year until Halloween. The day she has nearly gotton killed by a mountain troll.
"I can't do it!" Felicity sighed in frustration.
"Well you won't if that is how you feel about everything" Hermione said, calmly. "If you want to achieve magic in this world you mustn't think like that. It only sends a message to your brain that you can't do it and your brain will give up on it as well. I suggest you keep thinking and tell yourself you can do it. That is how I learnt and I'm the brightest witch of my age. Take my advice or don't believe me."
Felicity looked at her carefully for a minute and stared at the white feather she was meant to floating.
"Swish and flick! And remember, It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."
Felicity nodded and took a deep breath.
Feeling the eyes of Professor Flickwick on them, she swished and flicked the end of her wand and half-hissed "win-GAR-dee-um lev-ee-OH-sa
The feather obediently hovered an inch off the table before steadily floating upwards until it landed on top of Hermione's head.
She chuckled. "Well done! See you can do it!"
"Very well done Miss Zandra!" Professor Flickwick chirped, beaming at the two students. "And you too Miss Granger! Forty points apiece to Gryffindor!"
Felicity smiled up at Hermione and half hugged her and her grin stayed on her face for the remainder of the morning.
In Transfiguration, Felicity, after more encouragement from Hermione but not as much as she had gotton in Charms, managed to successfully transfigure her match into a needle. She also like Hermione received a rare smile from Professor McGonagall. She also gifted them with forty points each.
In Herbology, Professor Sprout awarded ten points to Felicity for correctly naming the Devil Snare and reciting the poem Hermione had whispered to her. ("Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare. It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the Sun.")
When they broke for lunch, they were both glowing from the praise Felicity had received on her second day. Most of the teachers may think that it was because Hermione told her everything but apart from the poem Hermione hadn't done anything but encouraged her.
They had Defence Against the Dark Arts after lunch and preparing her, at lunch Hermione leaned across the table and whispered "You have half an hour to swallow as many facts as you can. Snape won't want his efforts to go to waste would he?"
She then handed her all her Defence Against the Dark Arts Notes for her first two years.
Felicity thanked her and she went back up to the Common Room while Hermione stayed down in the Great Hall and chatted with Harry and Ron.
"Why are you making her do that?" Harry asked confused.
"All the teachers think I am telling her what to do. True I will remain quiet as I sit next to her next lesson. Snape is the top one to accuse me of telling her everything. This is time for me and Felicity to prove ourselves."
Ten minutes before the end of lunch, Felicity had come back down and Hermione had given her a quiz on what she had read. She got a few questions wrong but was good enough for a first year.
They walked to the classroom and waited outside nervously. All of Felicity's classmates who hadn't been in classes with them before were confused to see Hermione there but she remained quiet as ever. She was to not interfere with her in this class.
The door opened and the students filed in. Hermione seated herself next to Felicity but didn't take out her books or anything.
Snape stormed in and caught sight of Hermione.
"Ahh" he drawled and Hermione just rolled her eyes. "-We have the Gryffindor Princess with us. This should be an interesting class."
"Not meaning to disrespect you Professor but I am not a student in this class. I am here to observe Felicity." Hermione drawled in the same monotone voice.
She bit back a laugh at his slightly stunned look.
He made no other comment but stood in front of his desk and avoided Hermione's eye.
"What is a Dementor?" he snapped.
Felicity raised her hand.
"Yes?" he half groaned.
"A Dementor is a Dark creature, considered one of the foulest to inhabit the world. Dementors feed off human happiness, and thus cause depression and despair to anyone near them."
Now he didn't hide his stunned look of disbelief. He glanced at Hermione who was smiling smugly as she inspected her nails. Felicity was looking at him.
"I'm right aren't I professor?" she asked.
"So all Hermione did, was show you a textbook? How it shows your lack of organization!" he drawled.
Hermione looked at him in confusion. He had just called her Hermione in front of the entire third year class.
Choosing not to question it now and embarrass him further she heard Felicity shake her head and say "No, she showed me her notes and helped me understand things."
"What is a Werewolf?" he snapped, ignoring the two smug females sitting next to each other.
The class followed in a similar fashion except Snape did not award them points, but he didn't take any away either.
When the class ended and they started to clear their things away she heard him call "Miss Granger, I would like a word."
"I'll meet you in History of Magic." She said to Felicity and walked to Snape's desk.
"Yes Professor?" she asked.
"What are you doing?" he half hissed.
Hermione looked at him in confusion. "Um, I am tutoring her Sir. I did not mean to cause you distress I assure you."
Severus looked at her in pure confusion. He had been embarrassed by her and the third year and she was saying sorry for whatever she'd done. Now he thought about it, all she had done was do as he had requested. Tutor Felicity to stop her asking questions. Not to turn her into another Hermione-know-it-all-Granger!
"Would you like me to tutor her with the more advanced things? I showed her my notes on this subject for the first two years at least and she read them. If you want me to show her things like getting rid of boggarts and redcaps then I will need your lesson plan. I will only copy it and then hand you it back. It will only take a few minutes." Hermione asked and looked up to meet her Professor's eyes.
To say he was stunned was a slight understatement but he opened a drawer of his desk and handed her a lesson chart. With a silent flourish of her wand, Hermione had a quill copying down the timetable quickly onto another piece of parchment.
"Non-verbal?" he asked, slightly impressed.
She smiled in response and turned round from him and another wave of her wand she had all the desks lined up, chairs tucked in and ink pots and remaining quills sweep into an awaiting bin.
She turned back to him "Yes, I've been practising. I practised at home during the summer and yes I was careful" she said, spotting the worried glance from Severus.
He cleared his throat and motioned to the clean classroom "I suppose I should thank you."
"Suppose?" she asked in disbelief. "Professor you could do something as equally impressive and maybe more so than me in less than a second. It is basic magic, no need to thank me."
The quill dotted the last dot of the plan and rested in Hermione's hand. She put it back into her bag and scanned the parchment.
"Ok, I'll train her up on Hinkypunks by tomorrow's lesson. Goodbye Professor!" she said before she turned in a whirl of her brown curls and she was gone.
Severus stared at where she had been a view moments before he shook himself. What was he doing, thinking about her brown curls? Why was he weak-kneaded thinking about her in the first place? Shaking himself again he gathered his papers before he realised he had called her Hermione aloud in the middle of the class.
Hehe, I thought I'd embarrass Snape and please my readers with his blunder, hehehehe xx Please review, I am sorry my fanfiction was playing up and I could not upload! will add next chapters asap but you must read them! :)