Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic, and yes, Snape and
Cho would never be together, EVER simply because he is probably too old for
her. But this is my fic, and I get to do whatever I want. However bratty
that might sound. And also, keep in mind, that Snape is supposed to be 30
and Cho is supposed to be 18. OK? Got it? Good.
~Fic Starts Here~
Cho and her crowd of seventh year Ravenclaws shuffled into the Potions dungeon, very much resigned. Everyone knew that Snape held grudges on the first years and the seventh years the most. First years because they got into Hogwarts in the first place, and seventh years because they had gotten this far. Everyone was quite terrified when Snape burst in. Everyone gaped. Well, the girls gaped. The guys just sort of looked at Snape in a "holy-shit-he's-done-something" sort of way. The way the girls looked at him was quite different. The reasons were simple. He had washed his long, thick black hair. It was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His teeth were whiter. And with his hair and teeth all fixed up, his nose looked much better. It fit his face. He had the look of someone from Sense and Sensibility (an: very pathetic, hidden joke, I know). Severus Snape had suddenly turned into a very handsome man.
Cho took a sharp intake of breath when Snape walked into the classroom. Whoa. Where had HE gotten all handsome? Seriously. Cho had a fetish with guys that had long hair pulled into a ponytail. And Snape's teeth were gorgeous. Too bad he would never smile and show them. But he still looked really good smirking. Oooh, yummilicious-ness. He was smirking with an eyebrow raised. Oh. Cho just realized he had asked her a question. Well. Not that she had HEARD him, but the professor had a "I- might-get-to-take-off-points" look on his face and Cho reckoned with her dreamy, majorly goofed-up smile and her hand propping her head up, she looked like a majorly boy-crazy, hormone-induced dork. Seriously. All she needed was a "Go Snape" t-shirt. "What professor?" she asked dreamily.
"Chang, please project your thoughts back to this dimension, this Potions class, specifically. That is, if you are not too busy thinking about *other subjects*."
"Mmm . ANYTHING for you, professor."
Snape raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh, Chang? And why this sudden enthusiasm in Potions?"
"Oh, professor, the enthusiasm isn't directed to Potions . "
"No?"
" . it's directed to you."
Cho got up and slinked up to Professor Snape. What was that blasted girl doing? It was in the middle of class, for Morgana's sake.
"Yes," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck, "my enthusiasm for you, professor, is quite great." She pulled herself even closer and kissed him desperately-
Which is where professor Severus Snape woke up from his undeniable pleasant dream. He was sweating like crazy in his black-sheeted, four- poster bed. He looked around cautiously as he sat up. Good. He was in his own chambers. Not the dungeons where he taught. He was not in the middle of a class. He wasn't even dressed-he was just in his sleep-wear-a pair of black silk boxers. And Cho Chang or her lips were NOT anywhere near him. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. That was quite shamefully one of the best dreams he had. Mostly because of the way the girls had acted about the way he looked. And how had he looked? His hair, teeth, all made over. Hmm. There was a thought. But lose al his look? He had cultivated that look for years. Being and looking slimy. But the looks the girls had given him. The tastes. And the FEELINGS. He sighed. He could still act the slimy way he did. And he seriously wanted to get all those looks for real. He marched over to his bathroom, grabbing his shampoo, his conditioner, and his toothbrush on the way. Oh yes. He would get some of those feelings for real.
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AN: yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. Here comes another amazingly screwed-up creative smoothie from the kitchen of Leftywrite. Well sorry. Just letting you taste some exotic stuff for once. Is there another Cho/Snape fic on ff.net? if there is, email me. But whatever, just review, flame, torch, or praise is all accepted. Or all of the above. So, yeah. You get the point. REVIEW! Pretty please?
~Fic Starts Here~
Cho and her crowd of seventh year Ravenclaws shuffled into the Potions dungeon, very much resigned. Everyone knew that Snape held grudges on the first years and the seventh years the most. First years because they got into Hogwarts in the first place, and seventh years because they had gotten this far. Everyone was quite terrified when Snape burst in. Everyone gaped. Well, the girls gaped. The guys just sort of looked at Snape in a "holy-shit-he's-done-something" sort of way. The way the girls looked at him was quite different. The reasons were simple. He had washed his long, thick black hair. It was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His teeth were whiter. And with his hair and teeth all fixed up, his nose looked much better. It fit his face. He had the look of someone from Sense and Sensibility (an: very pathetic, hidden joke, I know). Severus Snape had suddenly turned into a very handsome man.
Cho took a sharp intake of breath when Snape walked into the classroom. Whoa. Where had HE gotten all handsome? Seriously. Cho had a fetish with guys that had long hair pulled into a ponytail. And Snape's teeth were gorgeous. Too bad he would never smile and show them. But he still looked really good smirking. Oooh, yummilicious-ness. He was smirking with an eyebrow raised. Oh. Cho just realized he had asked her a question. Well. Not that she had HEARD him, but the professor had a "I- might-get-to-take-off-points" look on his face and Cho reckoned with her dreamy, majorly goofed-up smile and her hand propping her head up, she looked like a majorly boy-crazy, hormone-induced dork. Seriously. All she needed was a "Go Snape" t-shirt. "What professor?" she asked dreamily.
"Chang, please project your thoughts back to this dimension, this Potions class, specifically. That is, if you are not too busy thinking about *other subjects*."
"Mmm . ANYTHING for you, professor."
Snape raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh, Chang? And why this sudden enthusiasm in Potions?"
"Oh, professor, the enthusiasm isn't directed to Potions . "
"No?"
" . it's directed to you."
Cho got up and slinked up to Professor Snape. What was that blasted girl doing? It was in the middle of class, for Morgana's sake.
"Yes," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck, "my enthusiasm for you, professor, is quite great." She pulled herself even closer and kissed him desperately-
Which is where professor Severus Snape woke up from his undeniable pleasant dream. He was sweating like crazy in his black-sheeted, four- poster bed. He looked around cautiously as he sat up. Good. He was in his own chambers. Not the dungeons where he taught. He was not in the middle of a class. He wasn't even dressed-he was just in his sleep-wear-a pair of black silk boxers. And Cho Chang or her lips were NOT anywhere near him. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. That was quite shamefully one of the best dreams he had. Mostly because of the way the girls had acted about the way he looked. And how had he looked? His hair, teeth, all made over. Hmm. There was a thought. But lose al his look? He had cultivated that look for years. Being and looking slimy. But the looks the girls had given him. The tastes. And the FEELINGS. He sighed. He could still act the slimy way he did. And he seriously wanted to get all those looks for real. He marched over to his bathroom, grabbing his shampoo, his conditioner, and his toothbrush on the way. Oh yes. He would get some of those feelings for real.
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AN: yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. Here comes another amazingly screwed-up creative smoothie from the kitchen of Leftywrite. Well sorry. Just letting you taste some exotic stuff for once. Is there another Cho/Snape fic on ff.net? if there is, email me. But whatever, just review, flame, torch, or praise is all accepted. Or all of the above. So, yeah. You get the point. REVIEW! Pretty please?