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Chapter Two
Consuela stared down from the teachers' table, observing all the students she would be teaching. So many of the students stared back up at Consuela and whispered to one another. Consuela tried to swallow her nervousness and look confident. After all, she was going to be in charge of all these children, she should look like she knew what she was doing, instead of trembling in her seat. She also wanted to show Professor Snape that the assumptions he made about her were completely false.
Snape watched Consuela from his seat. She seemed a little nervous, which caused a nasty smirk to appear on Snape's face. Hopefully this woman wouldn't have a clue as to what she was doing, and be sacked within the first week. Then Dumbledore could finally grant the DADA job to him.
Snape had to admit though, that Consuela Gracewell was an incredibly beautiful woman. Today, her silky dark hair was pulled back from her face, showing off her perfect, glowing skin. She also possessed a pair of deep blue eyes that sparkled mischievously when she talked to the other staff members, and soft, full lips that Snape wondered about what they would feel like beneath his. At this thought, Snape stirred uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't even know this woman; all that had transpired between them had been extremely unfriendly, and yet he was sitting here having fantasies about what it would be like to kiss her. Snape banished these thoughts, thinking instead about the fact that he was an ugly git, and no one would ever think about him in that way.
"Wow! Who's that?" Ron Weasley elbowed his friend Harry Potter in the ribs. Harry looked up at the Head Table to stare at the origin of Ron's question.
"Must be the new DADA professor," Harry answered. He was stunned by the beauty of the woman who was having a friendly conversation with Madam Hooch. Finally a teacher worth looking at! This was the most gorgeous woman Harry had ever laid eyes on.
"I think I'm in love," Ron moaned, clutching his heart.
"Oh, Ron, don't act like such an idiot. It's unlikely that a teacher would ever be interested in a student." Hermione Granger had looked up from her book to scold her friend. Ron scowled and rolled his eyes.
"Hermione, why do you have to be so annoying all the time?!" But Hermione had heard the question, but instead was looking towards the Slytherin table. Someone had obviously caught her eye. Ron followed her eyes, and noticed she was staring at none other than the Slytherin Bad Boy, Draco Malfoy. When Hermione saw that Draco had noticed her staring, she lowered her eyes and blushed. Ron didn't want to speculate too much, but he had a feeling that Hermione had a crush on Draco Malfoy.
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Consuela had no idea where she was. Wherever it was, it was cold and dark, probably the dungeons of the school. Great, Connie, she thought to herself, you've been here almost a week, and you've managed to get yourself lost. Shivering, she pulled her robes tighter around her body. All I have to do is find a staircase that leads up instead of down, and I'll be out of here. Turning another corner, Consuela saw a door opened a crack, and a little light coming from inside the room. Silently pushing the door open so she could see, Consuela realized she was looking in the Potions classroom, and that Severus Snape was brewing a potion. Deep in thought, he didn't see Consuela enter the classroom. She watched as he added more ingredients, made measurements and spoke out the directions softly to himself. Consuela was transfixed; Snape was obviously incredibly brilliant. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and everything he did was precise. Consuela felt that Snape was incredibly sexy right now, and even though he was rude, impatient, and unfair, she was beginning to feel an undeniable attraction to Severus Snape, the talented Potions Master.
Snape tried not to let his mind wander as he brewed the Wolfsbane Potion for Lupin. The next meeting for the Order was only in a few days, and he needed to finish the potion before he saw Lupin again. Deep in his work, he did not see Professor Gracewell enter, watching him work, her beautiful eyes wide in fascination. After a while, though, he looked up and their eyes met from across the room. Consuela blushed and started to stutter excuses, obviously incredibly embarrassed for having been caught. Snape was furious that she had barged in, without announcing her presence.
"Miss Gracewell, why are you down here?" he demanded, towering over Consuela. She stood up to her full height, her eyes angry.
"I simply got lost Professor, and I was going to ask for your help." Consuela covered up her actual story with a quick lie. She didn't want Professor Snape to know that right now she wanted him badly.
"Getting lost, are you Miss Gracewell?" Snape smirked. "That seems incredibly incompetent for a teacher, especially a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You never know what could be lurking around every corner."
Anger boiled inside Consuela, and she clenched her hands into fists. "Professor Snape, you are the most hateful bastard on the planet, and I despise you!" Consuela fought the urge to slap him (or kiss him), and turned to the door.
"Trust me Miss Gracewell, the feeling is entirely mutual." Snape's comment was rewarded with a hard slam of his classroom door that probably woke the entire castle. And even though he despised this obnoxious, nosy woman, not to mention incredibly beautiful as well, he added, he had never wanted anything more in his entire life, not even the DADA position.
Chapter Two
Consuela stared down from the teachers' table, observing all the students she would be teaching. So many of the students stared back up at Consuela and whispered to one another. Consuela tried to swallow her nervousness and look confident. After all, she was going to be in charge of all these children, she should look like she knew what she was doing, instead of trembling in her seat. She also wanted to show Professor Snape that the assumptions he made about her were completely false.
Snape watched Consuela from his seat. She seemed a little nervous, which caused a nasty smirk to appear on Snape's face. Hopefully this woman wouldn't have a clue as to what she was doing, and be sacked within the first week. Then Dumbledore could finally grant the DADA job to him.
Snape had to admit though, that Consuela Gracewell was an incredibly beautiful woman. Today, her silky dark hair was pulled back from her face, showing off her perfect, glowing skin. She also possessed a pair of deep blue eyes that sparkled mischievously when she talked to the other staff members, and soft, full lips that Snape wondered about what they would feel like beneath his. At this thought, Snape stirred uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't even know this woman; all that had transpired between them had been extremely unfriendly, and yet he was sitting here having fantasies about what it would be like to kiss her. Snape banished these thoughts, thinking instead about the fact that he was an ugly git, and no one would ever think about him in that way.
"Wow! Who's that?" Ron Weasley elbowed his friend Harry Potter in the ribs. Harry looked up at the Head Table to stare at the origin of Ron's question.
"Must be the new DADA professor," Harry answered. He was stunned by the beauty of the woman who was having a friendly conversation with Madam Hooch. Finally a teacher worth looking at! This was the most gorgeous woman Harry had ever laid eyes on.
"I think I'm in love," Ron moaned, clutching his heart.
"Oh, Ron, don't act like such an idiot. It's unlikely that a teacher would ever be interested in a student." Hermione Granger had looked up from her book to scold her friend. Ron scowled and rolled his eyes.
"Hermione, why do you have to be so annoying all the time?!" But Hermione had heard the question, but instead was looking towards the Slytherin table. Someone had obviously caught her eye. Ron followed her eyes, and noticed she was staring at none other than the Slytherin Bad Boy, Draco Malfoy. When Hermione saw that Draco had noticed her staring, she lowered her eyes and blushed. Ron didn't want to speculate too much, but he had a feeling that Hermione had a crush on Draco Malfoy.
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Consuela had no idea where she was. Wherever it was, it was cold and dark, probably the dungeons of the school. Great, Connie, she thought to herself, you've been here almost a week, and you've managed to get yourself lost. Shivering, she pulled her robes tighter around her body. All I have to do is find a staircase that leads up instead of down, and I'll be out of here. Turning another corner, Consuela saw a door opened a crack, and a little light coming from inside the room. Silently pushing the door open so she could see, Consuela realized she was looking in the Potions classroom, and that Severus Snape was brewing a potion. Deep in thought, he didn't see Consuela enter the classroom. She watched as he added more ingredients, made measurements and spoke out the directions softly to himself. Consuela was transfixed; Snape was obviously incredibly brilliant. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and everything he did was precise. Consuela felt that Snape was incredibly sexy right now, and even though he was rude, impatient, and unfair, she was beginning to feel an undeniable attraction to Severus Snape, the talented Potions Master.
Snape tried not to let his mind wander as he brewed the Wolfsbane Potion for Lupin. The next meeting for the Order was only in a few days, and he needed to finish the potion before he saw Lupin again. Deep in his work, he did not see Professor Gracewell enter, watching him work, her beautiful eyes wide in fascination. After a while, though, he looked up and their eyes met from across the room. Consuela blushed and started to stutter excuses, obviously incredibly embarrassed for having been caught. Snape was furious that she had barged in, without announcing her presence.
"Miss Gracewell, why are you down here?" he demanded, towering over Consuela. She stood up to her full height, her eyes angry.
"I simply got lost Professor, and I was going to ask for your help." Consuela covered up her actual story with a quick lie. She didn't want Professor Snape to know that right now she wanted him badly.
"Getting lost, are you Miss Gracewell?" Snape smirked. "That seems incredibly incompetent for a teacher, especially a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You never know what could be lurking around every corner."
Anger boiled inside Consuela, and she clenched her hands into fists. "Professor Snape, you are the most hateful bastard on the planet, and I despise you!" Consuela fought the urge to slap him (or kiss him), and turned to the door.
"Trust me Miss Gracewell, the feeling is entirely mutual." Snape's comment was rewarded with a hard slam of his classroom door that probably woke the entire castle. And even though he despised this obnoxious, nosy woman, not to mention incredibly beautiful as well, he added, he had never wanted anything more in his entire life, not even the DADA position.