Chapter 6: Detention
"Enter."
I slowly opened the door to the potions lab, walking inside, I looked around at the familiar dreary surrounding. 'Not a man of color.' I thought to myself as I made my way to his desk.
"Good evening sir, I'm here for my detention." I greeted him.
"Miss.Granger, you may start by scrubbing out those cauldrons over there, without magic." Snape said as he started grading more papers.
"Yes sir." I walked over to the the table, grabbed a cauldron and sponge, and began scrubbing, my mind focusing on him. The fantasies started taking over....gee what a time for my mind to start wandering, lol.
'His hands are soo long and...STOP! I am not thinking wicked thoughts about my professor!' I continued staring at him, watching the way his hands held the quill, scribbling down grades.
Snape's P.O.V
'Ok, 26% for Mr.Potter, 58% for Mr.Wea.......is Hermione watching me? Wait...........oh Merlin..I refered to her as Hermione! What is wrong with me?! She's a student for Godsake! Okkkay..Severus focus! FOCUS! God how I wish those hands were on me and not on the cauldrons! Ack! O Bloody Hell, I need help!'
Back to Hermione's P.O.V
Two hours later
"Sir, I finished scrubbing the cauldrons out." I looked up at him from my sitting postion on the floor.
"You finished scrubbing all of them?" Snape raised his eyebrow at me.
"Yes." I replied, standing up and brushing my robes off.
"Then that is all, your detention is over, you may go now." He told me as he looked back at his paperwork on the desk.
"Goodnight sir." I said as I walked out of his classroom.
Walking down the dungeons, I felt a chill in the air. I held my cloak tightly around me as I strolled on down the corridors. The grey patterns on the stone walls glowed with an eerie light coming from the lamps hung next to doors. I looked around, suddenly, feeling something horrible in the pit of my stomache. My feet started to turn heel the other way towards the dungeons. I started walking faster to Professor Snape's classroom.
Finally, I reached the door. I turned the knob, went inside and walked over to Snape's desk. He wasn't there, papers were strewn everywhere, and his chair was on the ground. I looked around, I heard a moan coming from the other side of the desk. I walked over cautiously towards it. Professor Snape sat on the floor, clutching his arm, his face full of pain.
"Professor?" I went over to him, kneeling in front of him, concern written all over my face.
"Go away!" He sneered at me, trying to turn away from me.
"What happened? It's the Dark Mark isn't it?" I ignored his comment.
"If you must know...yes....happy? Now go away, 10pts. from Gryffindor for not following a teachers instruction."
"Go ahead, deduct points." I smiled as he got a very annoyed expression contorting his face. I grabbed his arm as he tried to pull it back. I pulled his sleeve up, staring at the mark in awe, I traced it with my finger, delicately and gentle. Professor Snape made no movement whatsoever, I reached for my wand in my robe pocket, took it out, and placed it on his Mark.
"Le mal ici n'est fait l'homme a tourné loin la guerre a été gagné plus de torture librement cette prise d'homme sa douleur."
The wand glowed a luminous green and silver, slytherin colors, as it devoured the mark, forever erasing it away.
"You....How...Only..." The most feared Potions Master was at a loss for words.
"In translation it means:
The evil here is done
The man has turned away
The war was won
No more torture
Free this man
Take his pain."
"I know that, but in order to perform that spell correctely Miss.Granger, you have to care for the person you free." He said as he looked at me, a strand of black hair falling onto his face.
"Yes, I know, then I must care about you.........o crap...I just said that aloud didn't I?" I blushed, my cheeks going rosy red.
"Yes...you did.....why Miss.Granger? Why me of all people would you care?" Snape asked in a low dangerous voice.
"I....I don't know....I guess I always have...just something about you....intrigues me...it's mysterious...yet..beautiful, I want to know...to know you." I admitted looking shyly at him.
"Why? I'm an ex deatheater, I've done horrible things in my past....I'm your professor..."
I cut him off. "I don't care about what you've done in your past, you turned to our side to spy for us, that's what counts. You fixed what was wrong. The fact that your my professor....I still want to know you....I just do." I stated, looking at him.
Cinnimon eyes meeting obsidian eyes, melting into one.
I scooted closer to him, I felt him move closer as well. Suddenly, without notice, his lips were on mine. I sat frozen, not knowing what to do out of shock. Snape pulled back, looking at me.
"I'm sorry Miss.Granger, I shouldn't have done that, it was completley wrong of me." He said, turning away, starting to get up.
"Wait..." I stood up next to him. "It's ok...I liked it." I put my hand on his shoulder, he turned around, firey passion lighted in his eyes. I smiled at him assuringly.
"We really shouldn't Miss.Gra." Snape trailed off as I leaned up, and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, embracing me as I ran my hands through his hair. He intensified the kiss as he ran one hand down my side.
He pulled back, looking into my eyes.
"Enter."
I slowly opened the door to the potions lab, walking inside, I looked around at the familiar dreary surrounding. 'Not a man of color.' I thought to myself as I made my way to his desk.
"Good evening sir, I'm here for my detention." I greeted him.
"Miss.Granger, you may start by scrubbing out those cauldrons over there, without magic." Snape said as he started grading more papers.
"Yes sir." I walked over to the the table, grabbed a cauldron and sponge, and began scrubbing, my mind focusing on him. The fantasies started taking over....gee what a time for my mind to start wandering, lol.
'His hands are soo long and...STOP! I am not thinking wicked thoughts about my professor!' I continued staring at him, watching the way his hands held the quill, scribbling down grades.
Snape's P.O.V
'Ok, 26% for Mr.Potter, 58% for Mr.Wea.......is Hermione watching me? Wait...........oh Merlin..I refered to her as Hermione! What is wrong with me?! She's a student for Godsake! Okkkay..Severus focus! FOCUS! God how I wish those hands were on me and not on the cauldrons! Ack! O Bloody Hell, I need help!'
Back to Hermione's P.O.V
Two hours later
"Sir, I finished scrubbing the cauldrons out." I looked up at him from my sitting postion on the floor.
"You finished scrubbing all of them?" Snape raised his eyebrow at me.
"Yes." I replied, standing up and brushing my robes off.
"Then that is all, your detention is over, you may go now." He told me as he looked back at his paperwork on the desk.
"Goodnight sir." I said as I walked out of his classroom.
Walking down the dungeons, I felt a chill in the air. I held my cloak tightly around me as I strolled on down the corridors. The grey patterns on the stone walls glowed with an eerie light coming from the lamps hung next to doors. I looked around, suddenly, feeling something horrible in the pit of my stomache. My feet started to turn heel the other way towards the dungeons. I started walking faster to Professor Snape's classroom.
Finally, I reached the door. I turned the knob, went inside and walked over to Snape's desk. He wasn't there, papers were strewn everywhere, and his chair was on the ground. I looked around, I heard a moan coming from the other side of the desk. I walked over cautiously towards it. Professor Snape sat on the floor, clutching his arm, his face full of pain.
"Professor?" I went over to him, kneeling in front of him, concern written all over my face.
"Go away!" He sneered at me, trying to turn away from me.
"What happened? It's the Dark Mark isn't it?" I ignored his comment.
"If you must know...yes....happy? Now go away, 10pts. from Gryffindor for not following a teachers instruction."
"Go ahead, deduct points." I smiled as he got a very annoyed expression contorting his face. I grabbed his arm as he tried to pull it back. I pulled his sleeve up, staring at the mark in awe, I traced it with my finger, delicately and gentle. Professor Snape made no movement whatsoever, I reached for my wand in my robe pocket, took it out, and placed it on his Mark.
"Le mal ici n'est fait l'homme a tourné loin la guerre a été gagné plus de torture librement cette prise d'homme sa douleur."
The wand glowed a luminous green and silver, slytherin colors, as it devoured the mark, forever erasing it away.
"You....How...Only..." The most feared Potions Master was at a loss for words.
"In translation it means:
The evil here is done
The man has turned away
The war was won
No more torture
Free this man
Take his pain."
"I know that, but in order to perform that spell correctely Miss.Granger, you have to care for the person you free." He said as he looked at me, a strand of black hair falling onto his face.
"Yes, I know, then I must care about you.........o crap...I just said that aloud didn't I?" I blushed, my cheeks going rosy red.
"Yes...you did.....why Miss.Granger? Why me of all people would you care?" Snape asked in a low dangerous voice.
"I....I don't know....I guess I always have...just something about you....intrigues me...it's mysterious...yet..beautiful, I want to know...to know you." I admitted looking shyly at him.
"Why? I'm an ex deatheater, I've done horrible things in my past....I'm your professor..."
I cut him off. "I don't care about what you've done in your past, you turned to our side to spy for us, that's what counts. You fixed what was wrong. The fact that your my professor....I still want to know you....I just do." I stated, looking at him.
Cinnimon eyes meeting obsidian eyes, melting into one.
I scooted closer to him, I felt him move closer as well. Suddenly, without notice, his lips were on mine. I sat frozen, not knowing what to do out of shock. Snape pulled back, looking at me.
"I'm sorry Miss.Granger, I shouldn't have done that, it was completley wrong of me." He said, turning away, starting to get up.
"Wait..." I stood up next to him. "It's ok...I liked it." I put my hand on his shoulder, he turned around, firey passion lighted in his eyes. I smiled at him assuringly.
"We really shouldn't Miss.Gra." Snape trailed off as I leaned up, and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, embracing me as I ran my hands through his hair. He intensified the kiss as he ran one hand down my side.
He pulled back, looking into my eyes.