He couldn't believe it he was stuck to the insufferable little know it all, everything was getting worse, and worse as the day went on.
He had to deal with students eyeing him all day. Some of the Slytherin girls winked at him, he couldn't believe the nerve of some students now a days.
And worst of all it was an amazing sticking potion because it was made by her and she and him got covered in it, he sat in the headmasters office with the little know it all in the other chair looking uncomfortable. She should the stupid girl was always in her own little world oblivious to everything else. He wanted to yell at her for being so stupid as to not watch out for the people around her. She had always been naïve in that way.
"Severus this is not as bad as it seems, things happen that we can't control best to deal with what you get the best you can," Dumbledore said he saw him holding back the laughter that was about to erupt. He glared at the man that everyone thought was so amazing and wanted to reach over that grand desk of his and choke the life from him for being so chummy.
Hermione was nervous as she sat there, her eyes centered on her hands in her lap; she was trying to process what was happening and exactly what happened. She had been so stupid she should have seen Malfoy coming closer, but she swore she didn't hear a pop at all when it fell into her cauldron. He didn't want her to die she had always thought that he hated her guts, but when she looked up at him his eyes were filled with compassion something she never thought she would see in his hatful, cold black eyes. But as soon as those nice eyes had come they were gone when the headmaster came back to the darkness that was him.
He had cleaned both of them with his wand as they walked to Dumbeldore's office, Hermione relived that her skirt wasn't plastered to her, or her shirt for that matter.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her and a deep speechlessness filled the room, she looked up and indeed everyone's eyes were on her.
"Ms. Granger did you hear us?" Dumbeldore asked she looked at him and shook her head," well we have decided that there is nothing for us to do until this potion wears off and since it was made by you it is pretty imperishable."
"But sir I don't understand what I'll do about homework," she asked in a sweet voice, she couldn't risk not doing her homework not even for one night, she would be so behind there would be not getting it all done.
"I need books from the library, and were am I going to sleep if were stuck together," she gasped at the thought, him in bed maybe he was different off his feet, oh Hermione that's so gross he's your teacher, or maybe he likes to dip his quill in the school ink, gross. She pushed her dirty thought out of her mind trying to imagine Flitwick naked. Oh even grosser.
"Trust me dear, everything will be arranged, now here," he said and with a wave of his wand, papers were in his hand. Grabbing them from him she placed them in her lap, smiling at him.
"These are your assignments for the rest of the day, you are excused from your classes, as are you Professor, he will escort you because to tell you the truth he has no choice, to the library to get your books, and other things from your dormitory and then you can eat in his rooms," the man said smiling back at the girl, she looked so beautiful when she smiled. Not that he would say he wasn't interested in her in that way but she was the most amazing student that had ever graced these halls.
She got up and nodded she was dumb struck and trust me that didn't happen often. She could feel his presence as they walked down he corridor to the library.
"I am really sorry professor, I should have been watching," she blurted out quickly, she felt a need to apologize for being so stupid yet again.
"It is not your fault just an evil weasels, now can we please be quiet and get this over with as soon as possible," he sneered making her go silent, she flinched at his tone but smiled deep down inside at him calling Malfoy an evil weasel. So Malfoy wasn't the favorite he probably just favored him in class because of his father. It seemed that he was favored in everything because of his father what someone could do in life if his parents were rich oh and were purebloods, he wasn't even smart. She had to earn everything she wanted, she just didn't get anything.
Maybe he was still a heartless bastard, she thought as she kept her eyes in front of her and tried to ignore the scent that he had that drew her to him, and exotic masculine smell with a hint of evergreen. She had never known anyone else that smelled even close to him, his was unique.
When they reached the library, no one was there like usual, he could feel the tug as she kept moving and followed her to the back were piles of books were on a desk. He could only guess whose desk this was.
"Let me guess this is your desk," he drawled, she just ignored him; the insufferable little know it all ignored him, how dare she no one ignored him.
She gathered books, which to him looked like a tower and started walking out.
"If he was going to give the cold shoulder to me I can most definitely do it to him," she thought sneering to herself as they walked.
With her wand, she shrunk the books and shoved them in her pocket.
Incredibly enough she was silent the rest of the way to her dorm.
When they came upon the painting of Agusta, the heir of Gryffindor he greeted her nicely and then entered but the muscular man sneered at him that was sitting beside her.
Her rooms were tidy; he was forced to follow her up to her room. Which was a different story, her desk was littered with papers and books the only thing that was tidy was her bed it looked like no one slept in it, and he wondered what she wore to sleep something slinky that made a man rip off with his teeth or something virginal. He betted on the later. She didn't look like the woman that tempted and teased men but a blusher.
He made a note to find out about it later, but was preoccupied when she stooped to pick up clothes. He never knew she had an arse like that. What was she hiding under those bulky clothes; maybe in fact there was a girl under them, or better yet a woman. No a woman with curves women he didn't consult with but whores that did his bidding, rough and willing.
She had a bag packed with clothes and then sat down at her desk, she sighed, and her legs didn't seem to want to move at all. Her energy was just gone, she had to face it she couldn't keep doing this. She just needed everything to stop so she could rest a little. Her still empty stomach was gnawing at her to eat something but she was scared she wouldn't' be able to stomach anything.
He then noticed the bags under her eyes and the strain on her face. NO one this young should look that tired ever. It was like she was being accused, she was through homework. Nevertheless, she snapped out of it, grabbed books, and turned to him to see him staring.
"I'm ready," she said as if she was being sent to her death, he just smirked and started walking away with her in tow.
She stared at his back as they walked. She wondered about him.
Why did he always act so mean?
Why did he wear black its a depressing color?
In addition, why did he live in the dungeons they were so cold and gloomy and depressing?
However, she went silent as he disappeared into a door she could feel the cold and hatred creeping into her every pore but she followed, she would rather face her death than never see it coming at all.
His rooms were elegant but still cold her legs shivered under her skirt from the chill. With a tug from the invisible hands she followed him and wasn't looking were she was going when she hit his back, a hard sensual back that rippled with muscle.
"What's wrong," she asked then came to stand by him in the doorway, brushing his arm as she looked into the room.
"Oh shit," she said not noticing she said it.
Then he spoke," yah a big problem."
They both looked at his large bed in gloom and somewhat disgust. How were they going to do this? They were in a very compromising situation.
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