Disclaimer: Nope, no characters belong to me. Though I threaten to kill J.
K. and steal Harry Potter every chance I get!!
A/N: Okay, due to an e-mail I received, I'm going to update this. Be happy! I've been in a cranky mood lately- should be glad you caught me on a good day!
He is watching her again. Hermione could tell. Wriggling in her seat, the musty Potions Classroom seemed to vanish, and all she could see was her Professor. Glancing up, she locked eyes with Snape. She felt a thump in her arm, and she turned to Neville Longbottom.
"What?" she hissed.
"Do the bat ears come before or after the spoonful of lizard spleen?" Neville asked, staring down at what was supposed to be a teal-colored Warmth Potion. Instead, it resembled pea soup.
"The come after the bat ears, and it's two spoonfuls, Neville, not one," Hermione told him gently. Neville nodded, and immediately added the bat ears.
"No, Neville! It's two bat ears, not thr-"
"I'm sure Mister Longbottom can handle the potion by himself, Miss Granger," a silky voice hissed behind her. Snape had been making his rounds around the classroom, Hermione realized with a shock.
"Professor!" Hermione squeaked, turning around. "I was just trying to help hi-"
"Mister Longbottom is capable of creating a potion by himself...That is, if he actually uses the grey matter that is inside his head," Snape hissed. Hermione twitched, staring up at him.
"Yes, Professor..." she murmured quietly. Snape turned on his heel, and walked away from them. She watched him for a few more minutes, before facing her potion.
"That was close!" Neville whispered to himself.
***
Once all the potions had been completed, Snape's voice echoed throughout the classroom.
"You shall now test your potions!" he said, his eyes narrowing over at Neville. A slight shade of amusement crossed his face, as Neville stared down at his swirling green potion, which stuck out like a sore thumb among the other students' teal potions.
"Don't worry Neville!" Hermione whispered softly, as she ladled some of her own potion into her goblet. "You'll be alright"
Neville just shrugged, and took a sip of his own potion, as did Hermione. A warm sensation filled the young woman's body, as if she had swallowed a candle. She felt fuzzy, and almost felt as if she could just hop into bed and fall asleep. Taking a firm grip of her table, she glanced over at Neville. His face had turned bright red.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, undoing the top button of her robe to let some of her over-heated body-heat escape. Neville squirmed in his seat.
"I theel ath if I've eaten 'illi," Neville said, his tongue sticking out.
"Yes, that will happen when you create a Tongue-heating Potion," Professor Snape said standing behind the boy. "Go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a glass of water"
Neville immediately obeyed, as he jumped up and ran out of the classroom. Hermione watched him, as she rolled up her sleeves, her top button still undone on her robes. She slowly looked up at her teacher, as he still stood near her. Shifting slightly, she realized that he was almost looking down her robes.
"Er, professor?" Hermione asked cautiously. "Anything wrong?"
Breaking out of a trance, he shook his head, almost as if he forgot where he was. "No, Miss Granger," he said, walking away.
***
'You fucking desperate pervert!' Severus Snape yelled at himself. 'Staring down a young woman's robe! What were you thinking, man?!'
As he walked around the classroom, gazing into the cauldrons, his mind was still running wild.
'She obviously knew you were doing it, so why didn't you stop? Then again, she made no attempt to redo her button...but it was wrong to begin with! It's sickening!'
He wandered back to his desk, and sat down. "Pedophile," he muttered to himself. The bell rang, and the students quickly filled out, some fanning themselves with books, others just trying not to be to close.
"The effects will wear off after an hour!" he called out to them. Glancing up briefly, he spotted Hermione staring back at him. Quickly turning his gaze elsewhere, he shifted in his seat awkwardly. Why was he so obsessed with her? Sure she looked like Louisa, and sure she was...rather nicely developed, from what he saw, but for Merlin's sake, there was twenty years difference between them! And not only that, who was saying she was infatuated with him as much as he was to her? Or, even that she even saw him more then a bitter, greasy-haired Potions Master who was virtually in love with the Slytherin house? Straightening his back up, he glanced around his desk, searching for something to do. Groaning inwardly, he pulled out a pile of essays he had told his third year students to write, and began to mark them tediously.
TBC
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A/N: So...Happy I actually updated? You should be! Short chapter, yes, but I did update, and you should be glad I did. Lucky bunnies. Well, please leave a review, and I'll hopefully update again soon!
A/N: Okay, due to an e-mail I received, I'm going to update this. Be happy! I've been in a cranky mood lately- should be glad you caught me on a good day!
He is watching her again. Hermione could tell. Wriggling in her seat, the musty Potions Classroom seemed to vanish, and all she could see was her Professor. Glancing up, she locked eyes with Snape. She felt a thump in her arm, and she turned to Neville Longbottom.
"What?" she hissed.
"Do the bat ears come before or after the spoonful of lizard spleen?" Neville asked, staring down at what was supposed to be a teal-colored Warmth Potion. Instead, it resembled pea soup.
"The come after the bat ears, and it's two spoonfuls, Neville, not one," Hermione told him gently. Neville nodded, and immediately added the bat ears.
"No, Neville! It's two bat ears, not thr-"
"I'm sure Mister Longbottom can handle the potion by himself, Miss Granger," a silky voice hissed behind her. Snape had been making his rounds around the classroom, Hermione realized with a shock.
"Professor!" Hermione squeaked, turning around. "I was just trying to help hi-"
"Mister Longbottom is capable of creating a potion by himself...That is, if he actually uses the grey matter that is inside his head," Snape hissed. Hermione twitched, staring up at him.
"Yes, Professor..." she murmured quietly. Snape turned on his heel, and walked away from them. She watched him for a few more minutes, before facing her potion.
"That was close!" Neville whispered to himself.
***
Once all the potions had been completed, Snape's voice echoed throughout the classroom.
"You shall now test your potions!" he said, his eyes narrowing over at Neville. A slight shade of amusement crossed his face, as Neville stared down at his swirling green potion, which stuck out like a sore thumb among the other students' teal potions.
"Don't worry Neville!" Hermione whispered softly, as she ladled some of her own potion into her goblet. "You'll be alright"
Neville just shrugged, and took a sip of his own potion, as did Hermione. A warm sensation filled the young woman's body, as if she had swallowed a candle. She felt fuzzy, and almost felt as if she could just hop into bed and fall asleep. Taking a firm grip of her table, she glanced over at Neville. His face had turned bright red.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, undoing the top button of her robe to let some of her over-heated body-heat escape. Neville squirmed in his seat.
"I theel ath if I've eaten 'illi," Neville said, his tongue sticking out.
"Yes, that will happen when you create a Tongue-heating Potion," Professor Snape said standing behind the boy. "Go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a glass of water"
Neville immediately obeyed, as he jumped up and ran out of the classroom. Hermione watched him, as she rolled up her sleeves, her top button still undone on her robes. She slowly looked up at her teacher, as he still stood near her. Shifting slightly, she realized that he was almost looking down her robes.
"Er, professor?" Hermione asked cautiously. "Anything wrong?"
Breaking out of a trance, he shook his head, almost as if he forgot where he was. "No, Miss Granger," he said, walking away.
***
'You fucking desperate pervert!' Severus Snape yelled at himself. 'Staring down a young woman's robe! What were you thinking, man?!'
As he walked around the classroom, gazing into the cauldrons, his mind was still running wild.
'She obviously knew you were doing it, so why didn't you stop? Then again, she made no attempt to redo her button...but it was wrong to begin with! It's sickening!'
He wandered back to his desk, and sat down. "Pedophile," he muttered to himself. The bell rang, and the students quickly filled out, some fanning themselves with books, others just trying not to be to close.
"The effects will wear off after an hour!" he called out to them. Glancing up briefly, he spotted Hermione staring back at him. Quickly turning his gaze elsewhere, he shifted in his seat awkwardly. Why was he so obsessed with her? Sure she looked like Louisa, and sure she was...rather nicely developed, from what he saw, but for Merlin's sake, there was twenty years difference between them! And not only that, who was saying she was infatuated with him as much as he was to her? Or, even that she even saw him more then a bitter, greasy-haired Potions Master who was virtually in love with the Slytherin house? Straightening his back up, he glanced around his desk, searching for something to do. Groaning inwardly, he pulled out a pile of essays he had told his third year students to write, and began to mark them tediously.
TBC
***
A/N: So...Happy I actually updated? You should be! Short chapter, yes, but I did update, and you should be glad I did. Lucky bunnies. Well, please leave a review, and I'll hopefully update again soon!