HAY LOOK! I UPDATED! HOORAY! No, seriously though, sorry it took so freakin long. Hopefully, I have my computer fixed completely and I won't have anymore delays. This chapter also portrays Minerva McGonagall out of character, but I wanted it that way. I know some people hate that, but oh well. Enjoy!
Looking for Love
Chapter 13
Snape's Return
When the students realized that Professor Snape was back to normal there was a distinct disappointment among the students. Many of them had come to like the toddler Snape, especially after the events between him and Professor McGonagall. Now the students were preparing for another week of classes before the Christmas holidays. They were not looking forward to Snape's class.
Several students had already met his wrath with deducted points and detentions for ridiculous reasons. However, Pansy Parkinson and most of the Slytherins received detention for everyday that week for keeping Draco's plan a secret from him which led to Miss Granger being hospitalized. He was also planning on giving Mr. Weasley, as well as several other students detention for what they had said while he was a toddler. Ronald Weasley, of course, was getting punishment for more than just words.
Professor Snape entered the Great Hall and took his place at the High Table, glad that he could finally where he belonged instead of with the Gryffindors and on a high chair at that. He didn't realize how awkward he would feel once his natural height returned to him.
As soon as Professor Snape was seated, he scowled at the students who were staring at him, which was practically the entire Hall. They immediately looked away and Severus began to sip his strong black coffee. He looked around the Hall, his eyes landing on the resident know-it-all Gryffindor. He noticed that she didn't seem as cheerful this morning as she normally did. He also noticed that she would glance at the spot next to her. The spot he had sat in while in the form of a toddler. When she glanced up at the table, their eyes locked and her face went a nice shade of red. He inwardly smirked, knowing that she would not soon forget the kiss they shared.
The time for his plan was starting now. He gave her a cold glare and looked away from him, pretending not to the notice the look of hurt and uncertainty on her face. He looked at her through his peripheral vision as she went back to picking at her breakfast. What did catch his full attention, however, was Minerva McGonagall who was looking dead at him with a glare.
"What?"
"You know 'what', young man! Don't think I have forgotten what you said. You're not a toddler anymore, Severus, and I am free to beat the hell out of you," she growled. Severus quirked a brow.
"Really? Tell me, what makes you think that I would allow you to do such a thing?" he drawled, noticing that Albus was behind Minerva, covering his mouth to stifle his laughter. Remus and Poppy could be seen on the other end of the table doing the same.
"I will get you, Severus! I can't believe you disrespected me in front of my students. You certainly need to learn to respect your elders," she snapped. Several students couldn't help but look up and listen to them.
"You have the elder part dead on," he grumbled, sipping his coffee.
"I heard that!" she growled. "I'm going to hex you into next week!"
"Minerva, perhaps you should relax. I wouldn't want your back to go out of have you coughing hairballs from over-exertion," Severus said in a bored tone.
"That's it!" Minerva snapped and got up.
Severus wasted no time. He bolted from his chair and ran out the door behind the High Table. He could hear Minerva's shoes echoing off the walls as she chased after him, cursing and yelling. He could also hear the entire Hall erupt into laughter.
"ALBUS! STOP THIS CRAZY WOMAN!" he yelled as he avoided her hexes.
Albus heard Severus through the halls and was laughing so hard, he was in tears. He hated to admit it, but he loved watching Minerva when she was riled up. It was nice that her anger was directed at Severus this time rather than him.
Despite Hermione's slightly depressed mood, she couldn't help but be amused. It was actually pretty funny to see an adult Professor Snape running from Professor McGonagall as she tried to hex him.
"YOU THINK I'M CRAZY?! I'LL SHOW YOU CRAZY YOU GROUCHY HERMIT CRAB!"
The students laughed when they heard their Transfiguration teacher yelling back at the most feared Professor in the school. They heard the pounding of running feet heading down the corridor and looked out the open doors to the Great Hall just in time see a blur of black ran by, followed by a blur of green.
"ALBUS! CALL HER OFF!" Professor Snape's voice echoed back into the Great Hall, causing the laughter to start again.
"I AM NOT A DOG, SEVERUS!"
Severus rounded the corner and ran as fast as he could to his dungeons. He glanced behind him to see that she was only about ten feet away.
What the fuck?! How the hell is someone her age able to keep up with me?
"Alright, I'm sorry, Minerva!" he yelled, stopping and turning to face her. She held her wand ready, but Severus held up his hands to her. "I think that is enough play time for us! I apologize for everything!" Minerva eyed him warily, lowering her wand a fraction.
"I don't think you're truly sorry," she said crisply.
Of course not, but as long as you stop fucking chasing me, I'll say what you want to hear.
"I am sorry. Right now, my out of shape lungs are sorry as well," he breathed, bending forward and resting his hands on his knees. Minerva pursed her lips and stowed her wand.
"You better remember who you're messing with next time, Severus. I will hex you," she warned and stalked off.
I spied on the Dark Lord for shit sake! You're hexes are nothing!
Severus, however, kept his thoughts to himself. He really was in no condition to be running around the castle. Now that he was no longer a spy he didn't get out as much. After catching his breath, he finally made his way back to his classroom, mumbling to himself about how he didn't get to finish his coffee.
Sitting behind his desk, he summoned a house-elf and had a fresh cup brought to him. He propped his feet up on the desk and smirked at the newly set picture frames that rested in one corner. Hermione Granger's half nude photos occupied them.
Wait until she notices these…
Severus relaxed with his cup of coffee and looked around his room. It was nice sitting down behind the desk again. He missed that sense of control that he was so used to. His eyes wandered back to the photos of Miss Granger and he swallowed hard. Severus remembered the sight of her naked body from when he had been in toddler form.
I can't believe I'm lusting after a student!
It was about thirty minutes later that he heard students outside his door. He smirked and stood, disillusioning himself as he did. He strode up to the door and opened it, but stood where students weren't likely to run into him. He smirked as he watched the confused faces look around the room and stare at the door curiously.
"Where's Professor Snape?" Seamus asked.
"I dunno," Neville said fearfully.
"Maybe he's still hiding from Professor McGonagall," Ron laughed as they made their way to their seats.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled out her books, parchments, and a quill. She set them neatly on her desk and waited patiently. She had no idea that Professor Snape had carefully made his way around the classroom and was now standing in front of the Gryffindors.
"Are you alright, Mione?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said dismissively, but she felt anything but fine.
"I wonder where the Greasy Git is?" Ron said, looking around. Hermione glared at him and was about to say something when Professor Snape suddenly appeared in front of them.
"The 'Greasy Git', Mr. Weasley is three feet in front of you," Snape sneered. The boy's face went pale and then beet red within a span of sixty seconds.
All the Gryffindors seemed uncomfortable with Snape standing so close to them. It was now common knowledge around the school that Snape was quite well endowed and the rest of the class couldn't help it when their eyes lowered from his face to his crotch. Professor Snape noticed this and rolled his eyes. He glanced at Miss Granger to see that her eyes flickered from his nether regions to the desk repeatedly. She was trying not to look and he couldn't help but smirk at that.
"As fascinating as the rumors have been lately, I would prefer to have your full attention addressed toward my face rather than the front of my trousers," he snapped, watching as every student turned red and avoided eye-contact with him. "Now, I have noticed that all of your grades have come up since I have been…unable to teach and I cannot help but wonder if that is because you finally learned the material I have been trying to pound in your thick skulls since your first year or if the Headmaster just took pity on you."
The entire class was silent. They knew that Professor Dumbledore had given higher scores to some of the students because he was just a kind teacher. However, in some cases, most of them did do better because it wasn't as much pressure as it was when Professor Snape taught class.
"I believe a test is in order," he said smugly.
"Oh man…" Harry groaned.
"What's the matter, Mr. Potter? Afraid you don't know the material? It wouldn't surprise me in the least," Snape sneered. Harry glared at him, but didn't say anything. "Remove all books from your desks. Keep only a parchment and quill. The questions are charmed to come up on the black board. Also, the question only stays up for two minutes. That should be enough time for you to answer if you know the material."
The class groaned and did as they were told while Professor Snape prowled the classroom, eyeing each student. Many of them were still blushing from Snape's earlier comment and still would not make eye contact with him. Once everyone had their materials out, he waved his wand and the first question on the black board appeared.
"Begin!" he snapped.
Quills instantly begin scratching on parchment as the students tried to frantically answer the question before it erased from the board. Severus let his eyes wander again to Miss Granger, who would take one glance at the board, answer the question, and then be ready for the next one.
Know-it-all…
Toward the end of the class the students had finally begun finishing their tests and putting it on his desk. Miss Granger, of course, had finished thirty minutes before everyone else and seemed to be daydreaming.
"GRANGER!" he yelled, startling her. "Do pay attention in my classroom. I do not care that you are finished with your work."
"Sorry, sir," she said meekly, making him feel guilty.
You have to do this! You have to do this! You have to test her!
"As you should be, Miss Granger. I do not tolerate students who do not pay attention," he sneered.
"But…"
"Ten points from Gryffindor! Do not argue with me!" he snapped and walked back to his desk.
"He's got his knickers in a twist," Ron grumbled, but Snape heard it.
"That will be ten points from Gryffindor for that remark, Mr. Weasley. Besides, I am sure you want to tread carefully with me. I can assure you my bite is much worse as an adult," he said with an evil smirk. Many of students had heard that story too, but Harry was the only one that let a tiny laugh escape him.
"It's not funny, mate!" Ron growled, looking at the Boy-Who-Lived. Seamus and several other students started to snicker when they saw Harry's face turn red as he tried to contain his laughter.
"Mr. Potter, whatever is wrong with you?" Snape asked with a smirk, knowing full well what his problem was. Harry buried his head in his arms as his body shook with silent laughter.
"Stop laughing, Harry! That Git left marks!" Ron snapped.
"Another ten poi-" Snape started, but was cut off by hysterical laughter as Harry Potter finally let it out.
"Stop! I'm your best mate! You should have helped me instead of letting him gnaw my leg off like a piece of bloody chicken!"
Ron's comparison only caused Harry to laugh even harder. Seamus joined him as well as several other students, but Harry was the only one that fell out of his chair. The boy lay on the cold floor, laughing till he was red in the face and out of breath.
"Mr. Potter…" Professor Snape started, but the boy was clearly losing his mind and as much as he hated to admit it, he found the scene quite funny. His eyes sparkled with amusement, but he kept his face virtually impassive. Teasing the Weasley boy had proven to be interesting after all.
"Mione! This is your fault!" Ron said in a near high-pitched voice.
"My fault?" she scoffed. "He's the one laughing at you not me."
"It's because you let Snape get away with everything when he was a toddler!" Ron snapped.
Professor Snape smirked and leaned back against his desk, for once allowing the disturbances in his class only because he was finding some sort of twisted enjoyment out of it.
"I did not!" she retorted.
"Yes, you did! You let him have whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, eat whatever he wanted, and treat us however he wanted!" Ron argued. "You let that bloody toddler attack me and bite me!" Students snickered and glanced at Snape to see that he was still wearing a smirk on his face and watching intently.
"Ronald! He was a toddler! Are you telling me that you can be overpowered by a toddler?!" she snapped angrily. They were vaguely away of Harry's wheezing laughter as they continued to fight.
"That's not what I said! I could take him on!"
Oh really, Mr. Weasley? I'd like to see you try.
"Then maybe you should have instead of blaming me for how he acted or maybe you forgot that he is a Professor! What did you want me to do? Spank him?" she hissed.
Harry burst into fresh peels of laughter with Seamus along side him.
"She…said…spank him," Harry gasped as tears of mirth streamed down his face.
"Shut up, Harry! And you, Mione! Maybe you should have! The git deserves a good beating!"
"Another ten points, Weasley, and do not forget that I am standing right here," Professor Snape sneered.
"Ronald, the only one who needs a beating is you!" she snapped.
"It's not my fault you're in love with the git!" Ron retorted and gasps could be heard throughout the classroom.
"That's enough!" Snape cut in immediately. He did not want to embarrass Miss Granger like that. Hermione stared at Ron in shock and then shock turned to anger before she became downright furious.
"YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE HIS COCK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!" she nearly screamed. Harry laughing turned into coughing as he practically choked, trying to catch his breath and the entire class gasped in shock, staring at her with bug eyes before looking at Snape who had nearly fallen off the side of his desk where he had been sitting. No one had ever seen Professor Snape look so wide-eyed with disbelief.
Hermoine gave a very red-faced Ron Weasley a final glare before grabbing her things and leaving the classroom without even asking. At the moment she didn't care, because although she looked composed on the inside, she was a wreck. She had just admitted to everyone that she had seen his…bits. She had also done so in front of Professor Snape himself. She didn't think she could feel anymore mortified.