Chapter Three
The next morning, as Lara sat down next to Malfoy, who slipped an arm around her waist, she was feeling a bit under the weather. Her face was badly bruised, but no worse then Millicent's, who was still in the hospital wing. Lara smiled to herself. Yes, she knew how to handle herself in a predicament like that. "Cat fights" as they where called sometimes, had always been her specialty.
Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley chattering madly to that bushy haired girl again that morning, she noted, smiling to herself. She could tell they where talking about her, by how frequently her name was spoken, and loudly at that too! She turned to Malfoy next to her, pinching his wrist between her fingers, "Kindly remove your hands from my ass, if you please?" She set his hand his lap, "Thank you."
Malfoy's eyes widened slightly, as she stood, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, kneeling down between Ron, and Harry.
"Hello boys." Harry turned to see Lara kneeling behind him.
"Um…Hi." Harry shrugged.
Lara smiled slightly at him, before waving him away, and turning towards Ron, who promptly gave a gulp, as her gaze engulfed him, "Hello Mr. Weasley."
"Um…Hi…Lara." Ron's eyes widened.
"Score!" Harry whispered.
Lara ignored him, rolling her eyes, "Ron, is that right?, I was wondering if, when we go to Hogsmead next weekend if you'd like to…ah…show me around a little? I lived in the U.S. I don't know my way around really yet…"
Harry's mouth dropped open, and Ron's eyes widened.
"Ah…sure!" Ron nodded, then whispered, "Are you crazy?"
"Why do you ask?" Lara asked, shrugging, "I just figured, because you're so… nice you'd like to show the new girl around the town." She shrugged, "If you don't want to, I'm sure-"
"No!" Ron stopped her, "I'd love to show you around!"
"Okay. It's a date then." She stood, smiling, and walking back to the Slytherin table, sitting back down next to Malfoy, smirking at him.
Malfoy glared at her, "If you wanted someone to show you around, you know I would have."
"I know." She smirked, "But, if you don't mind, I think a prefer Mr. Weasley over there."
Malfoy's gaze could have melted a steel post, as he glared at her smirking face, before Snape stepped between them.
"Good morning, Lara…Mr. Malfoy. Trust you've had a good morning so far." He leaned back on his heels, rocking back and forth has he had developed the habit of doing lately, "If you don't mind, my niece and I have to have a little chat."
Lara sighed, standing, "What now?"
"The girls have agreed to let you back into the dorm…on one condition."
"What's that?"
"No disc-man. Which means, hand it over to me during your potions class."
"Yes Uncle Severus." She sighed.
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It was the middle of potions class that Hermione made eye contact with Snape. It was only for a split second, but it was still eye contact. She'd felt his gaze MELTING through out her body. She'd looked up to see him, just as next to her, Neville's cauldron melted for what seemed the 50th time that week.
"Mr. Longbottom!" Snape's voice loud, as he reprimanded the poor creature, "That is how many cauldrons now? Ten? Twenty? Fifty? I've lost count! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I-I'm sorry Professor." Neville looked down at his melted cauldron, which was hissing madly, "I-I-"
"SILENCE!" Snape roared, and Hermione slammed her stir stick down.
"Excuse me Professor." She spoke loudly, standing up straight, "But it is not completely Neville's fault you know!"
"Excuse me, Miss Granger…would you like to speak?" Snape was utterly sarcastic.
"For once, why don't you just put the blame on yourself? Have you ever begun to think that maybe it's not NEVILLE whose causing himself to melt all of his cauldrons? Maybe it's your TEACHING?"
"Do you see anyone else melting cauldron's, Miss Granger." His voice ripped through her like a blowtorch.
Hermione looked down, now silent. It was true, he had a right to be annoyed with her and no, no one else had melted a cauldron. But that wasn't Neville's fault he didn't understand it very well! If Snape explained things to Neville personally, and helped him with the potions instead of-
"Miss Granger! The hallway, now!" Snape's voice brought her back to reality.
She sighed, pulling her robes closer to her, as she got out from behind her stool, and followed Snape out into the hallway.
Snape looked down at the poor creature in front of himself. She really was quite pretty actually. Maybe a little trim, and some of that stuff they sold in Hogsmead that she'd used at the Yule Ball a year ago…but other then that…
"You wanted to tell me something Professor?"
"You have no authority to speak out of turn, or raise your voice to me. This is completely unlike you, Hermione." His voice was gentler now, and not rough, and commanding like usual.
"I'm sorry." She sighed, looked away, down the hall.
"I expect it will never happen again, Hermione." Snape's voice was over taking her mind, and she found herself day dreaming about what it would be like to kiss him.
"Yes, Professor." She whispered, "Whatever you say."
Meanwhile, Ron was physically flirting with Lara, who had the cauldron next to him, Snape having put Harry half way across
the room, next to one of the Slytherin girls. He was playfully shoving her with his hip every so often, when she flipped his hair
with her stir stick, and tugging on each other's clothes. When Snape and Hermione left the room, their antic's carried on more heavily. Harry glared at Ron's back, and continued to work, his potion almost done.
After awhile, and it seemed a very long time since Snape, and Hermione had left, Harry looked over towards the doorway, and out the window, his eyes widening slightly. (A/N: That's a door window…ya know? Don't ask)
Pushed against the door of the window was Hermione, Snape leaned over her, extremely close…but he didn't hear any voices yelling, so… The thought struck him like a freight train. Hermione and Snape where…SNOGGING?!
"Ron!" Harry whispered, loudly, "Ron!"
"What?!" Ron turned, to look at him, but as his gaze shifted past the door, he stopped, and clamped his hand over his mouth, his eyes widening. Lara also looked over, her own eyes getting quite large.
"Uncle Severus?" She whispered, "And that…girl?"
Ron's eyes just widened.
Suddenly, the image now burned into their minds, broke, and Snape stepped back, pressing his lips together, and turned, walking down the hallway, towards his office, not bothering to come back to class.
The next morning, as Lara sat down next to Malfoy, who slipped an arm around her waist, she was feeling a bit under the weather. Her face was badly bruised, but no worse then Millicent's, who was still in the hospital wing. Lara smiled to herself. Yes, she knew how to handle herself in a predicament like that. "Cat fights" as they where called sometimes, had always been her specialty.
Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley chattering madly to that bushy haired girl again that morning, she noted, smiling to herself. She could tell they where talking about her, by how frequently her name was spoken, and loudly at that too! She turned to Malfoy next to her, pinching his wrist between her fingers, "Kindly remove your hands from my ass, if you please?" She set his hand his lap, "Thank you."
Malfoy's eyes widened slightly, as she stood, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, kneeling down between Ron, and Harry.
"Hello boys." Harry turned to see Lara kneeling behind him.
"Um…Hi." Harry shrugged.
Lara smiled slightly at him, before waving him away, and turning towards Ron, who promptly gave a gulp, as her gaze engulfed him, "Hello Mr. Weasley."
"Um…Hi…Lara." Ron's eyes widened.
"Score!" Harry whispered.
Lara ignored him, rolling her eyes, "Ron, is that right?, I was wondering if, when we go to Hogsmead next weekend if you'd like to…ah…show me around a little? I lived in the U.S. I don't know my way around really yet…"
Harry's mouth dropped open, and Ron's eyes widened.
"Ah…sure!" Ron nodded, then whispered, "Are you crazy?"
"Why do you ask?" Lara asked, shrugging, "I just figured, because you're so… nice you'd like to show the new girl around the town." She shrugged, "If you don't want to, I'm sure-"
"No!" Ron stopped her, "I'd love to show you around!"
"Okay. It's a date then." She stood, smiling, and walking back to the Slytherin table, sitting back down next to Malfoy, smirking at him.
Malfoy glared at her, "If you wanted someone to show you around, you know I would have."
"I know." She smirked, "But, if you don't mind, I think a prefer Mr. Weasley over there."
Malfoy's gaze could have melted a steel post, as he glared at her smirking face, before Snape stepped between them.
"Good morning, Lara…Mr. Malfoy. Trust you've had a good morning so far." He leaned back on his heels, rocking back and forth has he had developed the habit of doing lately, "If you don't mind, my niece and I have to have a little chat."
Lara sighed, standing, "What now?"
"The girls have agreed to let you back into the dorm…on one condition."
"What's that?"
"No disc-man. Which means, hand it over to me during your potions class."
"Yes Uncle Severus." She sighed.
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It was the middle of potions class that Hermione made eye contact with Snape. It was only for a split second, but it was still eye contact. She'd felt his gaze MELTING through out her body. She'd looked up to see him, just as next to her, Neville's cauldron melted for what seemed the 50th time that week.
"Mr. Longbottom!" Snape's voice loud, as he reprimanded the poor creature, "That is how many cauldrons now? Ten? Twenty? Fifty? I've lost count! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I-I'm sorry Professor." Neville looked down at his melted cauldron, which was hissing madly, "I-I-"
"SILENCE!" Snape roared, and Hermione slammed her stir stick down.
"Excuse me Professor." She spoke loudly, standing up straight, "But it is not completely Neville's fault you know!"
"Excuse me, Miss Granger…would you like to speak?" Snape was utterly sarcastic.
"For once, why don't you just put the blame on yourself? Have you ever begun to think that maybe it's not NEVILLE whose causing himself to melt all of his cauldrons? Maybe it's your TEACHING?"
"Do you see anyone else melting cauldron's, Miss Granger." His voice ripped through her like a blowtorch.
Hermione looked down, now silent. It was true, he had a right to be annoyed with her and no, no one else had melted a cauldron. But that wasn't Neville's fault he didn't understand it very well! If Snape explained things to Neville personally, and helped him with the potions instead of-
"Miss Granger! The hallway, now!" Snape's voice brought her back to reality.
She sighed, pulling her robes closer to her, as she got out from behind her stool, and followed Snape out into the hallway.
Snape looked down at the poor creature in front of himself. She really was quite pretty actually. Maybe a little trim, and some of that stuff they sold in Hogsmead that she'd used at the Yule Ball a year ago…but other then that…
"You wanted to tell me something Professor?"
"You have no authority to speak out of turn, or raise your voice to me. This is completely unlike you, Hermione." His voice was gentler now, and not rough, and commanding like usual.
"I'm sorry." She sighed, looked away, down the hall.
"I expect it will never happen again, Hermione." Snape's voice was over taking her mind, and she found herself day dreaming about what it would be like to kiss him.
"Yes, Professor." She whispered, "Whatever you say."
Meanwhile, Ron was physically flirting with Lara, who had the cauldron next to him, Snape having put Harry half way across
the room, next to one of the Slytherin girls. He was playfully shoving her with his hip every so often, when she flipped his hair
with her stir stick, and tugging on each other's clothes. When Snape and Hermione left the room, their antic's carried on more heavily. Harry glared at Ron's back, and continued to work, his potion almost done.
After awhile, and it seemed a very long time since Snape, and Hermione had left, Harry looked over towards the doorway, and out the window, his eyes widening slightly. (A/N: That's a door window…ya know? Don't ask)
Pushed against the door of the window was Hermione, Snape leaned over her, extremely close…but he didn't hear any voices yelling, so… The thought struck him like a freight train. Hermione and Snape where…SNOGGING?!
"Ron!" Harry whispered, loudly, "Ron!"
"What?!" Ron turned, to look at him, but as his gaze shifted past the door, he stopped, and clamped his hand over his mouth, his eyes widening. Lara also looked over, her own eyes getting quite large.
"Uncle Severus?" She whispered, "And that…girl?"
Ron's eyes just widened.
Suddenly, the image now burned into their minds, broke, and Snape stepped back, pressing his lips together, and turned, walking down the hallway, towards his office, not bothering to come back to class.