Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic. JK
Rowling does. Thank you to all my patient fans for waiting!
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If another person glared at her in the halls, she was going to scream at the top of her lungs. She was just walking back from Snape's chambers, and at least 20 people had glared at her, and/or flicked her off. This was insane. So. . .she had dumped Harry for Snape. Well, who bloody wouldn't? Snape was hot. Harry was. . .Harry was Harry and there was no changing that. Because, dammit, she was totally in love with her Potions professor.
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Severus Snape was grinning at himself in his bathroom mirror. Until he realized what he was grinning about. If it were glass, it would have fallen to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. A student. He had fallen for a student. Granted, she was a seventh year, but that was a student nonetheless. And she was Potter's girlfriend. She wasn't even a Slytherin. Well, he was related to half the Slytherin house, so it was a good thing she wasn't. But Cho was. . .Cho was exactly what he wanted. And, damn cupid, he was in love with her.
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First period. Potions Class. If she didn't die of the glares, she would most certainly die of the wait to get through breakfast. Cho chanced a look in Harry's direction. Well, she was pretty sure it was in Harry's direction. He was covered by Padma Patil, who had somehow forced herself into his lap.
Harry looked over at Cho. She quickly looked away. Good. His plan to make her jealous was working. Granted he was totally and utterly repulsed by Padma, but it couldn't be helped. And she wouldn't care if he dumped her, anyways. Padma was unique in the fact that, if one of her crushes dumped her, she had one ready for taking immediately. It was rather like a bizarre conveyor belt. He just hoped he didn't get stuck in its motor.
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Cho looked at her watch. It was time. Time for Potions Class. Time for her to discover if there really was a difference between ecstasy and pain. She would be with the guy of her dreams. . .and with the fiends of her nightmares.
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He was in his dungeon, taking his breakfast alone, as was his custom. "GODAMMIT!!!" he yelled suddenly, throwing his fork down upon his plate.
"Something wrong, professor?"
He looked up. Oh bloody hell. Not her. Not her. Oh, bloody Aphrodite was trying to kill him. Cho Chang was right there. Just when he was trying to gather up his thoughts and not think about her. Or her figure. Or her hair. Or bloody Cupid and damn it all to hell. Damn her prettiness. Damn her beauty. He hadn't felt this type of hormone rush since his college days, when there were veela running around in packs all over the campus.
"Good morning Gor-Chang" he growled. Bloody hell. He had almost called her gorgeous. He reached up with one hand and began to massage his temples. Damn Dionysus too. Bloody hangover. (an: Dionysus is the Olympian god of wine).
She looked at him, confused. Why was he all growl-y and offensive- ish? And had he almost called her gorgon? What? She had absolutely no bed hair for today. (an: medusa was a gorgon). "Are you all right, sir? Do you have a hangover from all the punch?"
He looked at her over his hand. His hair was falling over his head, concealing his expression. The girl looked worried. Why should she be? He had called her gorgeous, or almost had. And just how had she known about his hangover? The bloody potion didn't work until it ran through his circulatory system. "How do you know about hangovers?"
Cho eyed him, sarcastically. "Well, considering the amount of punch you had me ingest last night, I rather think what I felt this morning was quite enough experience, thank you."
He groaned. Last night. "I'm really sorry about last night. . .we lost control. . .I lost control. . .it won't ever happen again. . ."
She looked at him, shocked. SHE had thought he had LIKED it. "But- but-but-I thought you enjoyed it or something..."
He looked at her. "I did...just, its not the type of thing we should do...I'm a teacher, you're a student. People might think..."
She finished the sentence for him. "People might think I'm sleeping with you to get good grades."
Snape looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry."
"Well, I'M NOT!" Cho burst out, half crying, half yelling, "I thought I could COUNT on you to support me! THE WHOLE ENTIRE SCHOOL thinks I'm a some type of weird slut, but I know and YOU know I hope that I am NOT a slut, I never WAS a slut, and I never WILL BE a slut. For God's sake Snape, what IS YOUR BLOODY PROBLEM??? DAMMIT ALL TO HELL! I swear, I thought you actually were attracted to me! Shows how dumb I was...I should have known, you ONLY WANTED TO FUCK ME!! God, and then the least little bit of complication arrives, and BAM! Out of the way! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU! YOU BAS-"
Snape slammed a hand over her mouth. Bloody hell, Chang could cuss out a person. "Chang, I think you forget that I AM your Potions professor- "
Cho tore his hand off her mouth. "Some professor. We're in seventh year, and you STILL haven't taught us how to 'brew fame, bottle glory, or even put a stopper on death.'"
He stared at her, shocked. Was she criticizing his teaching approach?
"I would have thought by now you would have taught us the necromancer mixture, which, as we both know, is the only known way to 'put a stopper on death.'"
Snape eyed her carefully. "How do you know about that? It isn't in the textbook, and the only mentioning of it is in the restricted section."
Cho turned to him, eyes aflame. "Just because I'm not a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm a total dunderhead. I just took a glance at one of the books that you use for you 'select' class."
How did she know about the different textbook?
"Damn you, Snape. I was about to change my mind about you being a total slimy git. It goes to show that beauty is only SKIN DEEP."
~Fic Starts Here~
If another person glared at her in the halls, she was going to scream at the top of her lungs. She was just walking back from Snape's chambers, and at least 20 people had glared at her, and/or flicked her off. This was insane. So. . .she had dumped Harry for Snape. Well, who bloody wouldn't? Snape was hot. Harry was. . .Harry was Harry and there was no changing that. Because, dammit, she was totally in love with her Potions professor.
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Severus Snape was grinning at himself in his bathroom mirror. Until he realized what he was grinning about. If it were glass, it would have fallen to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. A student. He had fallen for a student. Granted, she was a seventh year, but that was a student nonetheless. And she was Potter's girlfriend. She wasn't even a Slytherin. Well, he was related to half the Slytherin house, so it was a good thing she wasn't. But Cho was. . .Cho was exactly what he wanted. And, damn cupid, he was in love with her.
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First period. Potions Class. If she didn't die of the glares, she would most certainly die of the wait to get through breakfast. Cho chanced a look in Harry's direction. Well, she was pretty sure it was in Harry's direction. He was covered by Padma Patil, who had somehow forced herself into his lap.
Harry looked over at Cho. She quickly looked away. Good. His plan to make her jealous was working. Granted he was totally and utterly repulsed by Padma, but it couldn't be helped. And she wouldn't care if he dumped her, anyways. Padma was unique in the fact that, if one of her crushes dumped her, she had one ready for taking immediately. It was rather like a bizarre conveyor belt. He just hoped he didn't get stuck in its motor.
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Cho looked at her watch. It was time. Time for Potions Class. Time for her to discover if there really was a difference between ecstasy and pain. She would be with the guy of her dreams. . .and with the fiends of her nightmares.
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He was in his dungeon, taking his breakfast alone, as was his custom. "GODAMMIT!!!" he yelled suddenly, throwing his fork down upon his plate.
"Something wrong, professor?"
He looked up. Oh bloody hell. Not her. Not her. Oh, bloody Aphrodite was trying to kill him. Cho Chang was right there. Just when he was trying to gather up his thoughts and not think about her. Or her figure. Or her hair. Or bloody Cupid and damn it all to hell. Damn her prettiness. Damn her beauty. He hadn't felt this type of hormone rush since his college days, when there were veela running around in packs all over the campus.
"Good morning Gor-Chang" he growled. Bloody hell. He had almost called her gorgeous. He reached up with one hand and began to massage his temples. Damn Dionysus too. Bloody hangover. (an: Dionysus is the Olympian god of wine).
She looked at him, confused. Why was he all growl-y and offensive- ish? And had he almost called her gorgon? What? She had absolutely no bed hair for today. (an: medusa was a gorgon). "Are you all right, sir? Do you have a hangover from all the punch?"
He looked at her over his hand. His hair was falling over his head, concealing his expression. The girl looked worried. Why should she be? He had called her gorgeous, or almost had. And just how had she known about his hangover? The bloody potion didn't work until it ran through his circulatory system. "How do you know about hangovers?"
Cho eyed him, sarcastically. "Well, considering the amount of punch you had me ingest last night, I rather think what I felt this morning was quite enough experience, thank you."
He groaned. Last night. "I'm really sorry about last night. . .we lost control. . .I lost control. . .it won't ever happen again. . ."
She looked at him, shocked. SHE had thought he had LIKED it. "But- but-but-I thought you enjoyed it or something..."
He looked at her. "I did...just, its not the type of thing we should do...I'm a teacher, you're a student. People might think..."
She finished the sentence for him. "People might think I'm sleeping with you to get good grades."
Snape looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry."
"Well, I'M NOT!" Cho burst out, half crying, half yelling, "I thought I could COUNT on you to support me! THE WHOLE ENTIRE SCHOOL thinks I'm a some type of weird slut, but I know and YOU know I hope that I am NOT a slut, I never WAS a slut, and I never WILL BE a slut. For God's sake Snape, what IS YOUR BLOODY PROBLEM??? DAMMIT ALL TO HELL! I swear, I thought you actually were attracted to me! Shows how dumb I was...I should have known, you ONLY WANTED TO FUCK ME!! God, and then the least little bit of complication arrives, and BAM! Out of the way! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU! YOU BAS-"
Snape slammed a hand over her mouth. Bloody hell, Chang could cuss out a person. "Chang, I think you forget that I AM your Potions professor- "
Cho tore his hand off her mouth. "Some professor. We're in seventh year, and you STILL haven't taught us how to 'brew fame, bottle glory, or even put a stopper on death.'"
He stared at her, shocked. Was she criticizing his teaching approach?
"I would have thought by now you would have taught us the necromancer mixture, which, as we both know, is the only known way to 'put a stopper on death.'"
Snape eyed her carefully. "How do you know about that? It isn't in the textbook, and the only mentioning of it is in the restricted section."
Cho turned to him, eyes aflame. "Just because I'm not a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm a total dunderhead. I just took a glance at one of the books that you use for you 'select' class."
How did she know about the different textbook?
"Damn you, Snape. I was about to change my mind about you being a total slimy git. It goes to show that beauty is only SKIN DEEP."