Obsessing
A/N: Meant to be comic relief…just tell me if you can't see Hermione doing something like this! Come on, people…use your imaginations! Even the quiet, intelligent people snap when they fall for a teach—I mean when they fall for someone…*clears her throat and looks around nervously* Jess, Angela…once more, I give you full permission to say what you will in reviews. Whatever you want, just don't use names(Real ones) or I will be forced to dispense of the review.
Disclaimer: Everyone but Sarah Hernandez belongs to J.K. Rowlings. She (Sarah that is) belongs to me.
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Remus..err..Phillip Lycan sprinted past people, ignoring their looks and then screams as the creatures chasing him rampaged through the crowd, tossing people mercilessly out of their way and tearing on after him.
He had been running like this for the past ten minutes and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it up. His breath was coming in short gasps, both from the strain of running for his very life and from the sheer terror of it all.
He could hear them behind him..their predatory, animal-like noises as they hunted their prey down. They were getting closer, he knew. His heightened senses could tell they were becoming excited as they slowly caught up to the object of the chase, which, sadly enough, was him.
But he couldn't keep running. In a desperate attempt to confuse the wild monsters, he turned the corner past the bleachers too quickly and stumbled, about to fall..
NOOOO!!! was one of his thoughts as he felt himself falling, falling… A million other thoughts flew through his mind in that split-second. He knew it was the end of him, now. Surely they'd catch up to him, grab him recklessly, and….
But all at once, he felt two rough hands grab him, muffle his cries, and pull him into the bleachers just in time to watch Sarah Hernandez and Hermione Granger stampede on past him.
"Blast those hormonal teenage girls!" Severus..I mean Charles… hissed into his ear.
Upon recognizing his companion's voice, Remus stopped struggling and was let go. Hermione and Sarah, meanwhile, looked around in confusion, each thinking: "Where'd he go?"
Remus slumped down to the ground gasping for breath while Severus went up to one of the cracks on the side of the bleachers and kept a lookout.
"They're…(pant, pant, gasp) mad…" Remus muttered, standing up. "Whoever would have thought that two nice, quiet, and mellow girls like Hermione and Sarah could be capable of such incredible stalking abilities!!" he asked himself in wonder, leaning against a pole for support.
"You're talking," muttered Severus, turning away from his post to be able to look at Remus properly.
"Why, somehow, Hernandez (Pronouncing it something like, "Err-nahn-dez") has made it her duty and obligation to sit next to me whenever she can!" He hissed, flailing his arms about.
"Likewise," Remus mumbled, running a hand through his light brown hair. "Comb your hair, by the way." Upon Severus' glare, he continued, "Are they gone yet?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes…" Severus peeped out the narrow cranny in the wooden planks and nodded once in affirmation.
"Yes..I believe they're gone. Now let's get out and to the bleachers before they come back!"
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It was the first Quidditch match of the season; Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw, and everyone had gotten there early to watch the opening game. Everywhere, yellow or blue flags were waving cheerfully, grinning at the players in the field.
Remus Lupin sat with the Slytherins next to Severus Snape and they both stared to the right of them, each with a forlorn expression on his face. They were each watching their sixteen year old selves dash down the stairs on the bleachers in an attempt to escape from Sarah Hernandez and Hermione Granger.
Remus sighed as Hermione spotted them and, to quickly catch up to them, leap straight over the railing down five feet and land a few feet short of them.
"They seemed like such sweet and innocent girls…" he commented bitterly.
"I knew Ms. Granger well enough to think such a thing, but I must admit, I'm quite surprised at Ms. Herr-an-des," Snape drawled.
Remus started replying, but was interrupted as McGonagall suddenly stood in front of them. "Severus, I need to talk to you about further use of the time-turners. Meet me in my office after the game. Remus, this goes for you, too." Without waiting for them to reply, she briskly turned and marched off.
Remus smiled good-naturedly to himself while Snape muttered under his breath and glared after her.
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"What does she take us for? Single-celled ignoramaces?" Severus raged as he and Remus descended down a staircase.
"I'm sure it's simply a standard procedure, Severus," grinned Remus, though he kept his gaze on the steps to avoid provoking him.
"That woman is getting increasingly intolerable by the minute!" he went on, ignoring Remus' protests for peace.
"The title of 'Deputy Headmistress' does not give her the right to take charge and lord over everyone in the castle!"
Remus raised an eyebrow at his companion and shook his head.
"Oh, don't tell me you don't find the authority she flaunts around everywhere annoying, Lupin!"
Remus shrugged. "If I didn't know any better, Severus, I'd say you admired her…"
At this, our lovable and amiable Potion's Master stopped dead in his tracks and gave Remus a particularly nasty look which made him instantly regret he had ever brough the matter up. He, however, refused to let this show in his expression.
Snape leaned over so close, Remus could feel his breath on his face.
"Admire?" he whispered. "Nothing, Lupin, could possibly be further from the truth. And if you are suggesting that I….fancy," he spat out the word. "Her, then I will be forced to administer a particularly foul smelling, as well as tasting, ingredient into your next Wolfsbane potion."
This dropped Remus' casual look like a bad habit as he was perfectly aware of how badly his monthly potion already reeked.
"So, Severus," he began hastily, beginning to walk toward his dormitory again and throwing Snape a quick glance. "Any idea as to how we are going to avoid Ms. Granger and Ms. …" he checked himself before pronouncing "Hernandez" correctly, or at least close enough, taking consideration of the English accent.