Chapter 5
The next day at breakfast, draco and hypothia sat next to eacother, holding hands underneath the table. When it was time to go to class, claire and alice hopped off their seats and headed for potions. Draco stood up as well. Hypothia stood up with him, and turned to give him a hug, but he let go of her hand and went ooff with crabbe and goyle. She simply stood next to her seat and watched him walk away. She watched him as tears started to well up in her eyes. She started to walk down the halls, slowly walkign behind draco as he went to transfiguration. Harry walked past her and noticed she looked sad. He bagan to walk backwards as he spoke to her. "something wrong Hypothia?"
Hypothia looked up at him, trying to hold back tears, "no. I'm fine harry."
"okay. Just making-" he stopped when he bumped into something. he turned around when he hit whatever it was he ran into. When he spun around to see what it was, he came face-to-face with draco.
"damn it, potter!" draco spat. "watch where the hell you're going! I don't want to have physical contact with someone like YOU." then, without even looking at hypothia, he turned and went into his class.
"man, I really hate him." harry said to hypothia.
"yeah, well, I betterget to potions." She ran as fast as she could to the dungeon, hoping she would not be late.
Luckily, Hypothia was not late to potions. In fact, she was early. 'it'd be nice if Hogwarts had a track team' she thought to herself as she took her seat.
Snape was standing at the front of the classroom looking at everyone as he usually does. He seemed to look at claire more than anyone else in the class. Claire has grown over the years, as children usually do. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Snape had never noticed how absolutely stunning she actually was before. The dim lighting in the dungeon seemed to excentuate her beauty even more. He watched her as she laughed with alice and hypothia. So carefree. So desireable. These type of thing usually came easy to Snape, but this was different. This was a student. Rumors flew throughout hogwarts about snape and former students, and most of them were true. He denyed all the accusations made against him of course. Dumbledore, the man who trusted everyone, from former death eaters to convicted criminals, naturally trusted snape. His infatuation with claire was far different from anything he ever had with anyone else. He had been with FORMER students, but never longed for a student currently attanding hogwarts. He looked away from her, hoping his feelings would disapear. When it was time for him to begin class, he had to look back. He had to look at her. he could not evade looking at her for two more years. He was head of her house. She sat in the front row. There was no way he could not look at her. He began to lecture about the polyjuice potion and gave the students their ingredients to make their own. Everyone began vigorously working, but snape noticed that claire seemed to be working harder than the others. He crept up behind her, hoping not to disturb her progress and observed her work. He nodded each time she put a correct ingredient into her cauldren. Competely engrossed in her potion, claire had still not noticed snape behind her.
'she's perfect.' snape thought to himself. 'impecable potion-making, beauty, wit, if she were eny more perfect, it would be eerie.' He cleared his throat to attract her attention.
At his sound, claire shifted in her seat to face her teacher. She looked up at him, her eyes shining in the faint light the was above her. "yes professor? Am I doing something wrong?"
"no, no claire. In fact, you are doing everything right. I was just admiring your work."
"thank you, professor." She turned back to her cauldron quickly to hide the fact that she was blushing.
Snape returned to the front of the class and sat in a chair behind his desk. He crossed his feet on top of his desk and leaned back with a book in his hands. He glanced over the top of the book to look at claire.
Claire finished her polyjuice potion long before anyone else had. She sat at her desk and looked around the room. Not too long after she finished, her eyes found snape's. ' Is he looking at me?' she asked herself. She kept looking at him to make sure. She blushed when she realized that he was looking at her, but could not turn away for some reason.
Snape winked at her when he noticed her blushing. ' that's enough!' he exclaimed in his head. ' I need her.' he stood up and walked over to claire. His eyes never left hers , and hers never left his as he walked up to her. "ms. Hummel, since you are done, would you mind accompanying me to the storage room to gather some things I need for my next class?"
Claire stumbled on her words and she answered his question. "o.okay, pr.professor."
She stood up and he pointed to a door past his desk. "through there." He told her, then shifted to the rest of the class. "if ANYONE does ANYTHING but brew a polyjuice potion, I will take 50 points from WHATEVER house they reside in." then he turned on his heel and walked into the storage room and quietly closed the door behind him.
Claire was sitting in an armchair near the back of the room. "what is it you need my help for professor?" she naively asked.
Snape lustfully glared into her eyes. "I have noticed you claire." He moved towards her. "I have noticed you noticing me as well."
Claire stood up and slowly walked towards him. "oh you have, have you?"
"most definitely." Snape replied. They both continued to move closer to eachother. "you have grown into a beautiful young woman claire. You are someone I would want had we attended hogwarts together. You possess anything and everything I could ever want in another human being. You are someone, who up until this moment, I did not recognize as the talented and sexy girl that stands before me now."
claire took one last step towards snape so that they were only one inch a part. "professor, I have always seen you as all of those things." She continued to walk towards him, wehich forced snape to walk backwards. "from the first time I met you, I saw you as an intelligent, charismatic, but most of all, desirable man." Snape was nowbacked up against a wall. "for the past five years, I have wanted you." she changed her tone of voice to sarcastic, "really, I don't see HOW you did not know."
"but I know now. and not only do I know, but the feeling is completely mutual." He grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her around to press her up against the wall. He quickly moved his hands from her shoulders to her waist and brought her closer to him. He kept one hand around her waist and moved the other one behind her neck. He let her linger in the moment for a few seconds, then pulled her lips to his. The kiss was long, hard, and full of passion.
Snape quickly broke the kiss after realizing they had been gone for a long time. They straightened themselves out and snape grabbed some random bottles. They walked out of the door, where, to their surprise, no one had noticed they were gone for so long. No except hypothia and alice, that is.
The next day at breakfast, draco and hypothia sat next to eacother, holding hands underneath the table. When it was time to go to class, claire and alice hopped off their seats and headed for potions. Draco stood up as well. Hypothia stood up with him, and turned to give him a hug, but he let go of her hand and went ooff with crabbe and goyle. She simply stood next to her seat and watched him walk away. She watched him as tears started to well up in her eyes. She started to walk down the halls, slowly walkign behind draco as he went to transfiguration. Harry walked past her and noticed she looked sad. He bagan to walk backwards as he spoke to her. "something wrong Hypothia?"
Hypothia looked up at him, trying to hold back tears, "no. I'm fine harry."
"okay. Just making-" he stopped when he bumped into something. he turned around when he hit whatever it was he ran into. When he spun around to see what it was, he came face-to-face with draco.
"damn it, potter!" draco spat. "watch where the hell you're going! I don't want to have physical contact with someone like YOU." then, without even looking at hypothia, he turned and went into his class.
"man, I really hate him." harry said to hypothia.
"yeah, well, I betterget to potions." She ran as fast as she could to the dungeon, hoping she would not be late.
Luckily, Hypothia was not late to potions. In fact, she was early. 'it'd be nice if Hogwarts had a track team' she thought to herself as she took her seat.
Snape was standing at the front of the classroom looking at everyone as he usually does. He seemed to look at claire more than anyone else in the class. Claire has grown over the years, as children usually do. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Snape had never noticed how absolutely stunning she actually was before. The dim lighting in the dungeon seemed to excentuate her beauty even more. He watched her as she laughed with alice and hypothia. So carefree. So desireable. These type of thing usually came easy to Snape, but this was different. This was a student. Rumors flew throughout hogwarts about snape and former students, and most of them were true. He denyed all the accusations made against him of course. Dumbledore, the man who trusted everyone, from former death eaters to convicted criminals, naturally trusted snape. His infatuation with claire was far different from anything he ever had with anyone else. He had been with FORMER students, but never longed for a student currently attanding hogwarts. He looked away from her, hoping his feelings would disapear. When it was time for him to begin class, he had to look back. He had to look at her. he could not evade looking at her for two more years. He was head of her house. She sat in the front row. There was no way he could not look at her. He began to lecture about the polyjuice potion and gave the students their ingredients to make their own. Everyone began vigorously working, but snape noticed that claire seemed to be working harder than the others. He crept up behind her, hoping not to disturb her progress and observed her work. He nodded each time she put a correct ingredient into her cauldren. Competely engrossed in her potion, claire had still not noticed snape behind her.
'she's perfect.' snape thought to himself. 'impecable potion-making, beauty, wit, if she were eny more perfect, it would be eerie.' He cleared his throat to attract her attention.
At his sound, claire shifted in her seat to face her teacher. She looked up at him, her eyes shining in the faint light the was above her. "yes professor? Am I doing something wrong?"
"no, no claire. In fact, you are doing everything right. I was just admiring your work."
"thank you, professor." She turned back to her cauldron quickly to hide the fact that she was blushing.
Snape returned to the front of the class and sat in a chair behind his desk. He crossed his feet on top of his desk and leaned back with a book in his hands. He glanced over the top of the book to look at claire.
Claire finished her polyjuice potion long before anyone else had. She sat at her desk and looked around the room. Not too long after she finished, her eyes found snape's. ' Is he looking at me?' she asked herself. She kept looking at him to make sure. She blushed when she realized that he was looking at her, but could not turn away for some reason.
Snape winked at her when he noticed her blushing. ' that's enough!' he exclaimed in his head. ' I need her.' he stood up and walked over to claire. His eyes never left hers , and hers never left his as he walked up to her. "ms. Hummel, since you are done, would you mind accompanying me to the storage room to gather some things I need for my next class?"
Claire stumbled on her words and she answered his question. "o.okay, pr.professor."
She stood up and he pointed to a door past his desk. "through there." He told her, then shifted to the rest of the class. "if ANYONE does ANYTHING but brew a polyjuice potion, I will take 50 points from WHATEVER house they reside in." then he turned on his heel and walked into the storage room and quietly closed the door behind him.
Claire was sitting in an armchair near the back of the room. "what is it you need my help for professor?" she naively asked.
Snape lustfully glared into her eyes. "I have noticed you claire." He moved towards her. "I have noticed you noticing me as well."
Claire stood up and slowly walked towards him. "oh you have, have you?"
"most definitely." Snape replied. They both continued to move closer to eachother. "you have grown into a beautiful young woman claire. You are someone I would want had we attended hogwarts together. You possess anything and everything I could ever want in another human being. You are someone, who up until this moment, I did not recognize as the talented and sexy girl that stands before me now."
claire took one last step towards snape so that they were only one inch a part. "professor, I have always seen you as all of those things." She continued to walk towards him, wehich forced snape to walk backwards. "from the first time I met you, I saw you as an intelligent, charismatic, but most of all, desirable man." Snape was nowbacked up against a wall. "for the past five years, I have wanted you." she changed her tone of voice to sarcastic, "really, I don't see HOW you did not know."
"but I know now. and not only do I know, but the feeling is completely mutual." He grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her around to press her up against the wall. He quickly moved his hands from her shoulders to her waist and brought her closer to him. He kept one hand around her waist and moved the other one behind her neck. He let her linger in the moment for a few seconds, then pulled her lips to his. The kiss was long, hard, and full of passion.
Snape quickly broke the kiss after realizing they had been gone for a long time. They straightened themselves out and snape grabbed some random bottles. They walked out of the door, where, to their surprise, no one had noticed they were gone for so long. No except hypothia and alice, that is.
