*Disclaimer* I own nothing except the plot. The HP characters are not
mine, nor is the setting.
Chapter 1
*Thunk* Hermione winced as her wand hit the floor.
"MS. GRANGER!!!" The angry potions master raised his eyes from the tests on his desk, his red pen still poised to correct it. "Did you not SWEAR to me that i would have complete silence from you?! You are after all the one who demanded the chance to make up this assignment!"
"My apologies professor, I was concentrating on not spill the beaker of..."
"Did I ASK for excuses?? You are here because I had the goodwill to allow you a chance to redeem yourself in this class, NOTHING else!"
"Yes sir." Hermione muttered stiffly. The arrogant bastard! Who did he think he was? If HE hadn't hit her elbow while she was stirring the potion in class yesterday, none of this would have happened!
Snape adjusted his gaze and tried to refocus on his task. Only now, thanks to her, that was impossible. What had he been thinking yesterday, leaning so close to her? There was no logical explanation for it. He had no reason to keep watch over her, she was an excellent student. Forget it!, he told himself. There is nothing that can be done about it now. But still, if he hadn't known better, he could have sworn some unrecognizable force had drawn him toward her....Impossible, he thought, just clumsiness. Now, don't let some insolent student distract you!
As Hermione added the final drop of liquid to the mixture, she reached for an empty beaker and cork. The problem was, she thought, the darn thing was so far away!! She silently cursed her cauldron for impeding her movement. She stood on the tips of her toes, set her teeth an edge, braced her elbow against the table, and pulled every muscle as taut as possible while reaching for the beaker. Just...a...little...further... She thought persistently. Just a little more weight right here and...
*CRASH*
"That's it! There is a breaking point for all human nerves and you have just reached mine!" Snape shouted in anger, slamming his chair furiously against the wall as he stood up. His gray eyes were livid with fury as he proceeded to walk toward Hermione. Hermione looked up from where she lay and took stock of the situation. She sighed inwardly, it was worse than she had imagined. When she had shifted her weight to her elbow, it had been enough to break the balance of the table and send it plummeting to the stone floor, shattering all objects perched on top. All of her extra ingrediants, wand, potion's book, stove burner, everything. But even this might not have been so bad , save one fact. When the table tipped, she had nothing to brace herself against, and therefore fell into her cauldron, knocking it over on her and all of the former contents of the table. Oh my, she thought bitterly, and mentally resigned herself to the storm of the century from Snape.
His feet crunched against the shattered glass as he surveyed the disaster. "In all of my years, I have NEVER seen such a wreck! And from you Ms. Granger!" Snape proceeded forward, watching her emerald green eyes lower, and strands of sopping wet hair fall into her face. His eyes wandered, searching for the past of least resistance through the wet sludge on the floor. He finally plunged forward, bent down, put his hands on Hermione's slender waist, and hoisted her into the air. As he did so, peices of glass fell from her dripping robe and landed with a soft tinkle against the stone brick. Snape twisted around and backtracked, trying to step clear of the sharp, clear substance. As he did so, Hermione's waterlogged potion's book seemed to wish to impede his escape, and Snape's foot struck it at the wrong angle. He realized what was happening, and as they fell, had just enough time to shift his baggage to a position where she would suffer least harm. His head hit first, making sharp contact with the merciless stone. His skull felt like it had been pounded by a thousand hammers. But the small bundle lying on top of him was unhurt. Hermione lifted her head and looked down at the still form beneath her. Snape's black hair was disheveled and his normally pasty skin had taken on a new pallor. His opened his closed eyes, blinked and the groaned in pain.
"Ms. Granger, a bit of advice. Do not attempt to trip your rescuer, no matter what your feeling for him are."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. All pity and concern she had felt for him had disappeared at the moment he uttered those words. Of all the despicable things!! To try and blame her because he couldn't control his own movements! She stood up abruptly, careful shove him a little more than was necessary, and stepped away. Two swift steps brought her to her bookbag, and she wrapped her fingers around the handle and proceeded to cross the space to the door.
Snape groaned again, rolled over, barely conscious of the glass, and used his hands to push himself upright. His vision focused and he noticed that Hermione was about to stalk out the door.
"Ms. Granger! Wait!"
Hermione stopped where she stood, fingers still resting on the doorknob, and tensed, waiting.
"I apologize." Snape murmured, running his fingers over his robe in a sweeping motion, sending the clinging glass to the floor. "I realize it isn't your fault that I tripped." Hermione relaxed, hoping the professor understood and was willing to forget her accident.
"However, your potion lies spilt all across the room. I don't see how I could possibly give you credit for work I can not grade. Therefore you will receive a zero on this assignment."
Hermione's rage built, rising steadily, and she whirled around. "But professor, ! You know it would have been correct! Give me another chance to make this up! Please!"
But Snape ignored Hermione's passionate plea for another chance. "You know my rules Ms. Granger." Snape sneered. "One chance to make up an assignment, no exceptions." Snape stepped forward until he and Hermione were almost touching, and then said with measured cold, "And detention for the week for the damage to this room." He locked eyes with her and rasped, "Understood?" "Yes sir." Hermione muttered, struggling to keep her anger in check. Then she turned on her heel, threw open the door, and stormed out.
WHEW!!! This took forever to type!!! More coming! There will be 15 chapters in all. Please r/r. AWWW!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!
All my love to Peter Wiggin
Chapter 1
*Thunk* Hermione winced as her wand hit the floor.
"MS. GRANGER!!!" The angry potions master raised his eyes from the tests on his desk, his red pen still poised to correct it. "Did you not SWEAR to me that i would have complete silence from you?! You are after all the one who demanded the chance to make up this assignment!"
"My apologies professor, I was concentrating on not spill the beaker of..."
"Did I ASK for excuses?? You are here because I had the goodwill to allow you a chance to redeem yourself in this class, NOTHING else!"
"Yes sir." Hermione muttered stiffly. The arrogant bastard! Who did he think he was? If HE hadn't hit her elbow while she was stirring the potion in class yesterday, none of this would have happened!
Snape adjusted his gaze and tried to refocus on his task. Only now, thanks to her, that was impossible. What had he been thinking yesterday, leaning so close to her? There was no logical explanation for it. He had no reason to keep watch over her, she was an excellent student. Forget it!, he told himself. There is nothing that can be done about it now. But still, if he hadn't known better, he could have sworn some unrecognizable force had drawn him toward her....Impossible, he thought, just clumsiness. Now, don't let some insolent student distract you!
As Hermione added the final drop of liquid to the mixture, she reached for an empty beaker and cork. The problem was, she thought, the darn thing was so far away!! She silently cursed her cauldron for impeding her movement. She stood on the tips of her toes, set her teeth an edge, braced her elbow against the table, and pulled every muscle as taut as possible while reaching for the beaker. Just...a...little...further... She thought persistently. Just a little more weight right here and...
*CRASH*
"That's it! There is a breaking point for all human nerves and you have just reached mine!" Snape shouted in anger, slamming his chair furiously against the wall as he stood up. His gray eyes were livid with fury as he proceeded to walk toward Hermione. Hermione looked up from where she lay and took stock of the situation. She sighed inwardly, it was worse than she had imagined. When she had shifted her weight to her elbow, it had been enough to break the balance of the table and send it plummeting to the stone floor, shattering all objects perched on top. All of her extra ingrediants, wand, potion's book, stove burner, everything. But even this might not have been so bad , save one fact. When the table tipped, she had nothing to brace herself against, and therefore fell into her cauldron, knocking it over on her and all of the former contents of the table. Oh my, she thought bitterly, and mentally resigned herself to the storm of the century from Snape.
His feet crunched against the shattered glass as he surveyed the disaster. "In all of my years, I have NEVER seen such a wreck! And from you Ms. Granger!" Snape proceeded forward, watching her emerald green eyes lower, and strands of sopping wet hair fall into her face. His eyes wandered, searching for the past of least resistance through the wet sludge on the floor. He finally plunged forward, bent down, put his hands on Hermione's slender waist, and hoisted her into the air. As he did so, peices of glass fell from her dripping robe and landed with a soft tinkle against the stone brick. Snape twisted around and backtracked, trying to step clear of the sharp, clear substance. As he did so, Hermione's waterlogged potion's book seemed to wish to impede his escape, and Snape's foot struck it at the wrong angle. He realized what was happening, and as they fell, had just enough time to shift his baggage to a position where she would suffer least harm. His head hit first, making sharp contact with the merciless stone. His skull felt like it had been pounded by a thousand hammers. But the small bundle lying on top of him was unhurt. Hermione lifted her head and looked down at the still form beneath her. Snape's black hair was disheveled and his normally pasty skin had taken on a new pallor. His opened his closed eyes, blinked and the groaned in pain.
"Ms. Granger, a bit of advice. Do not attempt to trip your rescuer, no matter what your feeling for him are."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. All pity and concern she had felt for him had disappeared at the moment he uttered those words. Of all the despicable things!! To try and blame her because he couldn't control his own movements! She stood up abruptly, careful shove him a little more than was necessary, and stepped away. Two swift steps brought her to her bookbag, and she wrapped her fingers around the handle and proceeded to cross the space to the door.
Snape groaned again, rolled over, barely conscious of the glass, and used his hands to push himself upright. His vision focused and he noticed that Hermione was about to stalk out the door.
"Ms. Granger! Wait!"
Hermione stopped where she stood, fingers still resting on the doorknob, and tensed, waiting.
"I apologize." Snape murmured, running his fingers over his robe in a sweeping motion, sending the clinging glass to the floor. "I realize it isn't your fault that I tripped." Hermione relaxed, hoping the professor understood and was willing to forget her accident.
"However, your potion lies spilt all across the room. I don't see how I could possibly give you credit for work I can not grade. Therefore you will receive a zero on this assignment."
Hermione's rage built, rising steadily, and she whirled around. "But professor, ! You know it would have been correct! Give me another chance to make this up! Please!"
But Snape ignored Hermione's passionate plea for another chance. "You know my rules Ms. Granger." Snape sneered. "One chance to make up an assignment, no exceptions." Snape stepped forward until he and Hermione were almost touching, and then said with measured cold, "And detention for the week for the damage to this room." He locked eyes with her and rasped, "Understood?" "Yes sir." Hermione muttered, struggling to keep her anger in check. Then she turned on her heel, threw open the door, and stormed out.
WHEW!!! This took forever to type!!! More coming! There will be 15 chapters in all. Please r/r. AWWW!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!
All my love to Peter Wiggin