A/N: So, here's chapter two! Yes, yes, I know the detention thing has been
done before, but rest assured, I'll be putting in a few twists of my own,
hehe. Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews.the butterbeer was much
appreciated. You guys don't understand, it's not supposed to be cold in
April! Where the heck did spring go? Anyways, here it is, hopefully a
longer chapter. Beta, I just couldn't take it, I had to post! I'll make
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Chapter Two~
Severus Snape was not, by any means, a weakling. He could brew some of the most difficult potions known to wizardkind as if they were mere trifles; his ongoing role as a spy as well requiring courage and presence of mind in spades.
That said, however, if there was anything that would define Snape, it would be his long-standing talent as an extremely light sleeper. Oh, he could fall asleep near anywhere, but the combination of dreams and the uneasy feelings of alertness present even in sleep caused him to wake frequently and suddenly. Often, this combination of events led to conclusion that the night hours would be better spent on pursuits other than rest, since he could never truly stay asleep anyhow.
Which exactly explained his surprise at waking at his desk, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness?
'I must have fallen asleep' his rational, half-foggy brain said to himself, while the other side of his mind congratulated him for his astuteness.
Raising his arms over his head in a vain attempt to stretch the tight muscles in his back, Severus looked around, his eyes finally adjusting to the light of a lone candle in the back of the room. Suddenly, his eyes locked on a figure sitting at a table towards his desk. Squinting, his eyes picked out a head resting on crossed arms on top of the table, and long, brown hair cascading down the shoulders.
'Oh, shit' he thought, looking quickly at the timepiece on the wall. Nine- thirty? He couldn't even remember falling asleep, and there were only pieces of dreamland still reverberating within his mind. He stood, quickly bringing his thoughts back to the present moment, and considered the girl in front of him.
'Lovely.just lovely. Lucky she didn't wake me, under the circumstances I'm not exactly sure if I would have been able to control myself.' he thought, pulling his "ill-used" wand out of his pocket and conjured up a window, bathing the room in moonlight. He looked out upon the water, his mind slipping again into daydream.
Lost in his thoughts, a longhaired seventh year was slowly lifting her head from the table, she as well experiencing the discomfort of sleeping so long in such an awkward position. Looking up towards the unusual source of light, she saw her professor, standing in the moonlight, staring blankly out a window that certainly wasn't there an hour ago.
'Oh no.I can't believe I fell asleep! He's going to murder me.' she thought. 'Then again,' she added to herself, 'there are worse ways to go.' She rolled her head around on her shoulders, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes.
"Prof." she tried out, her throat catching from sleep. Clearing it softly, she tried again.
"Professor Snape?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair in attempt to somewhat tame the strands. Her professor continued his look out the window, seemingly oblivious to her calls. She stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off her immaculate robes.
Taking a step towards him, she kicked her booksack, rattling various tools inside. Snapping out of his daydream, Snape turned around.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. The moonlight reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, she thought she saw.
His expression hardening, she steeled herself for a beratement. It must have shown on her face, and Snape suddenly relaxed, sitting down again at his chair.
"May I ask exactly *why* you feel it necessary to be in my classroom far past nine 'o clock, Miss Granger?" he asked, a combination of sternness and rapidly-growing exhaustion present in both voice and demeanor.
"Well, you see, Professor Snape, I came in for my detention, and."
Hermione continued on in her explanation, but Severus was no longer listening. He had completely forgotten about the detention. Truly, he was loosing it in his old age.
"That will be enough, Miss Granger." He interrupted, causing Hermione to look him straight in the eye. "I am far too exhausted to deal with your chatter right this moment. Now please, return to your common room, we will discuss a re-scheduling tomorrow."
Inwardly squealing with delight at the thought of another evening in his presence, Hermione still made an attempt, as per his expectations of her,
"But Professor.." she began.
"No, Miss Granger. I refuse to see how it is my fault that you fell asleep during your detention when there are obviously many things you could have accomplished." He said, waving his hands around the spotless classroom as if there was some gigantic mess hiding somewhere, waiting for her to clean it up. It was, of course, necessary for him to regain control of the situation before he made a fool of himself.
Thoroughly confused, Hermione followed his hand around the room. Seeing it immaculate, she replied, "Such as.?"
Snape looked her in the eye, an air of annoyance reflected in the flickering candlelight. 'Goddess, she's lovely..' he thought, quickly snapping out of it to come up with some sort of a response. 'Forget being a fool, I'm a teacher, dammit. I must be so obvious..'
"Well then, Miss Granger, you're far more like the rest of your friends than I once imagined." he finally pulled out. "Now, please. Go back to your common room, we'll discuss this in the morning." he said, standing out of his chair and exiting through a door hidden in a dark corner of the room, his robes of course billowing behind him.
As he walked quickly through the long, narrow hallway, his thoughts matching the speed of his long stride, Severus chastised himself for his stupidity.
"Stupid! Stupid!" he said out loud, to no one in particular. "Perhaps next time I could simply drop to my knees and proclaim my undying love. 'Far more like your friends'? What rubbish. Pathetic. Just pathetic."
Finally reaching the end of the hall, he whispered the password that would open the door to his private chambers; he stepped into the darkness, the door slamming shut behind him.
Out in the semi-darkness of the potions classroom, Hermione stood still, her hand half-frozen in the midst of pushing in her chair. Suddenly remembering to breathe, she grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Pushing her chair in the rest of the way, Hermione left the classroom, for the second time a goofy grin plastered upon her face.
It seemed that Professor Snape's voice carried further than he thought. But what to do? Remembering her make-up detention scheduled for the next evening, her smile widened even further.
"He'll never know what hit him." She said to herself, smiling the rest of the way to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: That Snape, always trying to save face.why doesn't he just let it out? No matter. It seems that Hermione has a plan of her own.hehe. Possible lemon warning in the near future, mmmm, how I love those lemons. Review, Review!
Chapter Two~
Severus Snape was not, by any means, a weakling. He could brew some of the most difficult potions known to wizardkind as if they were mere trifles; his ongoing role as a spy as well requiring courage and presence of mind in spades.
That said, however, if there was anything that would define Snape, it would be his long-standing talent as an extremely light sleeper. Oh, he could fall asleep near anywhere, but the combination of dreams and the uneasy feelings of alertness present even in sleep caused him to wake frequently and suddenly. Often, this combination of events led to conclusion that the night hours would be better spent on pursuits other than rest, since he could never truly stay asleep anyhow.
Which exactly explained his surprise at waking at his desk, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness?
'I must have fallen asleep' his rational, half-foggy brain said to himself, while the other side of his mind congratulated him for his astuteness.
Raising his arms over his head in a vain attempt to stretch the tight muscles in his back, Severus looked around, his eyes finally adjusting to the light of a lone candle in the back of the room. Suddenly, his eyes locked on a figure sitting at a table towards his desk. Squinting, his eyes picked out a head resting on crossed arms on top of the table, and long, brown hair cascading down the shoulders.
'Oh, shit' he thought, looking quickly at the timepiece on the wall. Nine- thirty? He couldn't even remember falling asleep, and there were only pieces of dreamland still reverberating within his mind. He stood, quickly bringing his thoughts back to the present moment, and considered the girl in front of him.
'Lovely.just lovely. Lucky she didn't wake me, under the circumstances I'm not exactly sure if I would have been able to control myself.' he thought, pulling his "ill-used" wand out of his pocket and conjured up a window, bathing the room in moonlight. He looked out upon the water, his mind slipping again into daydream.
Lost in his thoughts, a longhaired seventh year was slowly lifting her head from the table, she as well experiencing the discomfort of sleeping so long in such an awkward position. Looking up towards the unusual source of light, she saw her professor, standing in the moonlight, staring blankly out a window that certainly wasn't there an hour ago.
'Oh no.I can't believe I fell asleep! He's going to murder me.' she thought. 'Then again,' she added to herself, 'there are worse ways to go.' She rolled her head around on her shoulders, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes.
"Prof." she tried out, her throat catching from sleep. Clearing it softly, she tried again.
"Professor Snape?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair in attempt to somewhat tame the strands. Her professor continued his look out the window, seemingly oblivious to her calls. She stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off her immaculate robes.
Taking a step towards him, she kicked her booksack, rattling various tools inside. Snapping out of his daydream, Snape turned around.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. The moonlight reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, she thought she saw.
His expression hardening, she steeled herself for a beratement. It must have shown on her face, and Snape suddenly relaxed, sitting down again at his chair.
"May I ask exactly *why* you feel it necessary to be in my classroom far past nine 'o clock, Miss Granger?" he asked, a combination of sternness and rapidly-growing exhaustion present in both voice and demeanor.
"Well, you see, Professor Snape, I came in for my detention, and."
Hermione continued on in her explanation, but Severus was no longer listening. He had completely forgotten about the detention. Truly, he was loosing it in his old age.
"That will be enough, Miss Granger." He interrupted, causing Hermione to look him straight in the eye. "I am far too exhausted to deal with your chatter right this moment. Now please, return to your common room, we will discuss a re-scheduling tomorrow."
Inwardly squealing with delight at the thought of another evening in his presence, Hermione still made an attempt, as per his expectations of her,
"But Professor.." she began.
"No, Miss Granger. I refuse to see how it is my fault that you fell asleep during your detention when there are obviously many things you could have accomplished." He said, waving his hands around the spotless classroom as if there was some gigantic mess hiding somewhere, waiting for her to clean it up. It was, of course, necessary for him to regain control of the situation before he made a fool of himself.
Thoroughly confused, Hermione followed his hand around the room. Seeing it immaculate, she replied, "Such as.?"
Snape looked her in the eye, an air of annoyance reflected in the flickering candlelight. 'Goddess, she's lovely..' he thought, quickly snapping out of it to come up with some sort of a response. 'Forget being a fool, I'm a teacher, dammit. I must be so obvious..'
"Well then, Miss Granger, you're far more like the rest of your friends than I once imagined." he finally pulled out. "Now, please. Go back to your common room, we'll discuss this in the morning." he said, standing out of his chair and exiting through a door hidden in a dark corner of the room, his robes of course billowing behind him.
As he walked quickly through the long, narrow hallway, his thoughts matching the speed of his long stride, Severus chastised himself for his stupidity.
"Stupid! Stupid!" he said out loud, to no one in particular. "Perhaps next time I could simply drop to my knees and proclaim my undying love. 'Far more like your friends'? What rubbish. Pathetic. Just pathetic."
Finally reaching the end of the hall, he whispered the password that would open the door to his private chambers; he stepped into the darkness, the door slamming shut behind him.
Out in the semi-darkness of the potions classroom, Hermione stood still, her hand half-frozen in the midst of pushing in her chair. Suddenly remembering to breathe, she grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Pushing her chair in the rest of the way, Hermione left the classroom, for the second time a goofy grin plastered upon her face.
It seemed that Professor Snape's voice carried further than he thought. But what to do? Remembering her make-up detention scheduled for the next evening, her smile widened even further.
"He'll never know what hit him." She said to herself, smiling the rest of the way to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: That Snape, always trying to save face.why doesn't he just let it out? No matter. It seems that Hermione has a plan of her own.hehe. Possible lemon warning in the near future, mmmm, how I love those lemons. Review, Review!