Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. So piss off and leave me alone.
A/N: It seems to me that no one is reading this anymore. I feel so depressed. I need a hug.
Hermione Granger paced back and forth in her dorm, her back hunched. She could possibly fancy Snape- she was probably just feeling sorry for him. Yes, that was it- she was only feeling sorry for him. Hermione felt compassion; yet she also felt love.
"No, that's just ridiculous. Snape? That old, greasy haired, potion-brewing cruel Professor? That would be like Harry falling for Pansy!" she said aloud, as she collapsed on her back, and onto her bed. "And seriously- there's nothing attractive about him" she finished, forcing herself to believe it. She slowly sat up, and slid off the bed.
"Well, I better get some work down," she muttered, grabbing her book-bag.
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Severus quickly rushed down the hall, in quick, long strides.
"What's the hurry, Professor?" Draco Malfoy asked, a sly grin on his face. "Is a Gryffindor in trouble?"
"No, Mister Malfoy. I am only heading towards my office," Severus replied, stopping in his tracks.
"Oh. Well, good day," Draco said, a disappointed look on his face. Severus nodded, and was on his way again.
'Bloody Lucius' child- why can't that bloody boy get a life of his own? Stop living off other peoples! That great, big, flea of a child' he thought, his cloak swishing softly along the ground. Various students from different houses jumped out of his way, as he walked with an air of importance. Severus spun around a corner, and trotted downstairs to the dungeons, his hair bouncing almost playfully off his shoulders. An echo seemed to bounce across the walls, like a second set of footprints. He paused, and turned his head.
"Miss Granger, what are you doing here?" he groaned, turning the rest of his body around.
"I, uh, wanted to ask you a few, um, more questions about Louisa Lucas," she explained nervously, swinging her book-bag into a more easy position on her back.
'Be nice to her, Severus. She has no idea what she is getting herself into'. "If you really must, Miss Granger. Follow me".
Severus continued down the stairs, and turned into the Potions Classroom.
"Where should I-" Hermione started. Severus' finger pointed over to a desk opposite his own. Hermione obediently sat down, and searched through her book-bag for a piece of parchment and a quill.
"What do you want to know?" Severus hissed, sitting down at his own desk.
"Well, um," she paused, frowning. Oh, God, why was she here? She could have easily sat in the library, reading about Dark Fairies, or the origin of the Unicorns. "What are you willing to tell?" she finally asked.
Severus sighed, and folded his hands on top of one another, his eyes staring darkly into hers.
Hermione cleared her throat, and searched for an easy question. "What did she like to eat?" she asked. Severus rose an eyebrow, almost in mock humor.
"She did enjoy Chocolate Yule Logs" he mumbled, leaning over the desk. Hermione quickly scrawled that down. "Do you want to know anything else about her?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Favourite color? Um, animal?" 'Come on, Hermione, get brave!' "Did you ever k-k-kiss her?" she asked quickly.
The silence that filled the room was almost deafening. Hermione's short, quick, almost husky breaths was virtually the almost things that could be heard, apart from Severus' slow, repetitive ones. Was he angry? He didn't seem it.
"Did- did you hear me, Professor?" she asked, after what seemed hour after hour of silence.
"Yes, Miss Granger, I did kiss her," he said. 'Why did she ask me that? That was a very personal question, I should have given her a damn detention!'
"Ah, thank you, I guess," she whispered. Severus pulled out a stack of parchment, and began to mark one. Hermione sat still for a couple of moments, before standing up, and gathered her things.
"Do you mind, Professor, if I come back tomorrow?"
There was a pause.
"If you think it is necessary," he finally replied.
"Thank you" Hermione said, smiling weakly. She quickly scampered out of the room, like a frightened first year. Severus looked up slightly as she walked out. He had tried being nice to her. And it had been hard. How the hell was he going to be nice to her for Merlin knows how long tomorrow?
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"Hey, Louisa," Severus said slowly, rubbing his hands over one another. Louisa looked up at him, her bright eyes gazing at him. The Common Room was empty, except for a scattered few students which were up in their dorms. The fire crackled happily, as spark flew up into the chimney.
"Yes?" She wrapped her arm around his as she wriggled closer to him, her legs curled underneath her as they sat together on the couch.
"I was wondering, well, if you would, um, like to go to the Yule Ball with me," he finished quickly, a red-hot blush creeping over his cheeks.
"Are you serious?" Louisa asked softly, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. Severus nodded quickly, as he stared at the ground, as if it held all of life's secrets.
"Of course I would!" Louisa cried, burying her face in his neck. A smile crossed his face, as he pushed Louisa onto the couch, and began to kiss her feverishly, his hands running softly through her hair. He could fell her lips opening to allow his tongue in. He almost greedily agreed, his tongue practically searching her mouth.
"Sev!" she suddenly murmured into his ear, her hands pushing him away.
"What?" he asked, breathless. Louisa pointed behind him, and Severus turned around to see Lucius standing at the end of the couch, his arms crossed across his chest, simply glaring at them. Glaring. -
TBC
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A/N: Wow! My eighth chapter! I never would have imagined it was going to get this far! Even if I haven't received a helluva a lot of reviews compared to some stories, I do appreciate the ones I do receive. So keep reviewing! It does mean a lot to me! And review this chapter. I'm a bit iffy about it.
P.S.: I only have on more exam left on Thursday. Wish me luck!
A/N: It seems to me that no one is reading this anymore. I feel so depressed. I need a hug.
Hermione Granger paced back and forth in her dorm, her back hunched. She could possibly fancy Snape- she was probably just feeling sorry for him. Yes, that was it- she was only feeling sorry for him. Hermione felt compassion; yet she also felt love.
"No, that's just ridiculous. Snape? That old, greasy haired, potion-brewing cruel Professor? That would be like Harry falling for Pansy!" she said aloud, as she collapsed on her back, and onto her bed. "And seriously- there's nothing attractive about him" she finished, forcing herself to believe it. She slowly sat up, and slid off the bed.
"Well, I better get some work down," she muttered, grabbing her book-bag.
***
Severus quickly rushed down the hall, in quick, long strides.
"What's the hurry, Professor?" Draco Malfoy asked, a sly grin on his face. "Is a Gryffindor in trouble?"
"No, Mister Malfoy. I am only heading towards my office," Severus replied, stopping in his tracks.
"Oh. Well, good day," Draco said, a disappointed look on his face. Severus nodded, and was on his way again.
'Bloody Lucius' child- why can't that bloody boy get a life of his own? Stop living off other peoples! That great, big, flea of a child' he thought, his cloak swishing softly along the ground. Various students from different houses jumped out of his way, as he walked with an air of importance. Severus spun around a corner, and trotted downstairs to the dungeons, his hair bouncing almost playfully off his shoulders. An echo seemed to bounce across the walls, like a second set of footprints. He paused, and turned his head.
"Miss Granger, what are you doing here?" he groaned, turning the rest of his body around.
"I, uh, wanted to ask you a few, um, more questions about Louisa Lucas," she explained nervously, swinging her book-bag into a more easy position on her back.
'Be nice to her, Severus. She has no idea what she is getting herself into'. "If you really must, Miss Granger. Follow me".
Severus continued down the stairs, and turned into the Potions Classroom.
"Where should I-" Hermione started. Severus' finger pointed over to a desk opposite his own. Hermione obediently sat down, and searched through her book-bag for a piece of parchment and a quill.
"What do you want to know?" Severus hissed, sitting down at his own desk.
"Well, um," she paused, frowning. Oh, God, why was she here? She could have easily sat in the library, reading about Dark Fairies, or the origin of the Unicorns. "What are you willing to tell?" she finally asked.
Severus sighed, and folded his hands on top of one another, his eyes staring darkly into hers.
Hermione cleared her throat, and searched for an easy question. "What did she like to eat?" she asked. Severus rose an eyebrow, almost in mock humor.
"She did enjoy Chocolate Yule Logs" he mumbled, leaning over the desk. Hermione quickly scrawled that down. "Do you want to know anything else about her?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Favourite color? Um, animal?" 'Come on, Hermione, get brave!' "Did you ever k-k-kiss her?" she asked quickly.
The silence that filled the room was almost deafening. Hermione's short, quick, almost husky breaths was virtually the almost things that could be heard, apart from Severus' slow, repetitive ones. Was he angry? He didn't seem it.
"Did- did you hear me, Professor?" she asked, after what seemed hour after hour of silence.
"Yes, Miss Granger, I did kiss her," he said. 'Why did she ask me that? That was a very personal question, I should have given her a damn detention!'
"Ah, thank you, I guess," she whispered. Severus pulled out a stack of parchment, and began to mark one. Hermione sat still for a couple of moments, before standing up, and gathered her things.
"Do you mind, Professor, if I come back tomorrow?"
There was a pause.
"If you think it is necessary," he finally replied.
"Thank you" Hermione said, smiling weakly. She quickly scampered out of the room, like a frightened first year. Severus looked up slightly as she walked out. He had tried being nice to her. And it had been hard. How the hell was he going to be nice to her for Merlin knows how long tomorrow?
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"Hey, Louisa," Severus said slowly, rubbing his hands over one another. Louisa looked up at him, her bright eyes gazing at him. The Common Room was empty, except for a scattered few students which were up in their dorms. The fire crackled happily, as spark flew up into the chimney.
"Yes?" She wrapped her arm around his as she wriggled closer to him, her legs curled underneath her as they sat together on the couch.
"I was wondering, well, if you would, um, like to go to the Yule Ball with me," he finished quickly, a red-hot blush creeping over his cheeks.
"Are you serious?" Louisa asked softly, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. Severus nodded quickly, as he stared at the ground, as if it held all of life's secrets.
"Of course I would!" Louisa cried, burying her face in his neck. A smile crossed his face, as he pushed Louisa onto the couch, and began to kiss her feverishly, his hands running softly through her hair. He could fell her lips opening to allow his tongue in. He almost greedily agreed, his tongue practically searching her mouth.
"Sev!" she suddenly murmured into his ear, her hands pushing him away.
"What?" he asked, breathless. Louisa pointed behind him, and Severus turned around to see Lucius standing at the end of the couch, his arms crossed across his chest, simply glaring at them. Glaring. -
TBC
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A/N: Wow! My eighth chapter! I never would have imagined it was going to get this far! Even if I haven't received a helluva a lot of reviews compared to some stories, I do appreciate the ones I do receive. So keep reviewing! It does mean a lot to me! And review this chapter. I'm a bit iffy about it.
P.S.: I only have on more exam left on Thursday. Wish me luck!