Back in the classroom, the students were all talking excitedly to one
another.
"Did you just hear what she thought?" Dean asked Ron.
"Never mind what she thought, did you hear what the Professor thought before he escorted the two to his office?" Pansy asked Dean.
"Better her than me." Dean replied. "I wouldn't want to be part of any Snape fantasy."
"Well, at least the effects won't last much longer." Pavarti said. "I don't think I could stand hearing what goes on in Neville's mind anymore."
The class continued to talk. Draco and Harry, who were sitting in the back, were listening intently to Hermione's thoughts.
"This is golden, Potter. She can hear Snape, we can hear her. Oh! Christmas has come early!" Draco exclaimed.
"Shut up, Malfoy. We'll miss something." Harry said. Both kept very quiet, and blocked their ears so that the outside noise wouldn't interfere with their concentration.
~@~
"A couple of hours?" Hermione whispered in disbelief.
"Or a number of days, Miss Granger." Snape said.
Hermione looked over at Neville, 'Run.' She thought. Snape heard her, and shot his head up. Neville heard Snape's thoughts, and looked at Hermione. The look in her eyes confirmed the thoughts that Snape conveyed. He looked at the door, and than at Snape. Snape could see the look in his eyes. Never had he ever thought that Neville would plead for help from him. In his surprise, he gave Neville a nod, and Neville took off for the door. Hermione began to go after him, until she felt a pull behind her. She was pulled back into a chair, and Neville was out of sight.
"Miss Granger, do control yourself." Snape said. Hermione looked back up at him, struggling against the invisible restraints that he put on her. "Mr Longbottom is not going far. I warded the door until I am sure that the potion has worn off the rest of the class."
"That does little to comfort me, Professor." She snapped.
"10 points from Gryffindor. Now hold your tongue." He replied. He stood from his desk, and towards the classroom. The rest of the class was clearly still under the effects of the spell; the Gryffindors were glaring at him, while the Slytherins were trying to stifle chuckles. He went back to his office, and walked to the fireplace. Lighting it, he threw some powder in and called the Headmaster.
"Yes, Severus?" The Headmaster asked. "Before you speak, however, would you be so kind as to release Miss Granger from her restraints?"
Snape looked over at Hermione, and pointed his wand. "Finite Incantatem." He muttered. Hermione stood up, but the Headmaster stopped her. "If you would remain here, Miss Granger. And Professor, please inform Mr Longbottom that it is safe to return to your office."
Snape was about to walk to the door, when he thought, 'Bloody hell. Longbottom better get his butt in here before-" and opened the door to find Neville waiting, shaking and looking like a feather would knock him over. "Get in here, Mr Longbottom. You are trying my patience."
When Neville entered the room, Snape turned around to find Albus quite amused. "Now that we are all here, I have good news and bad news. From what I can make of it, the mishap today has created a potion that causes one to become aware of the thoughts of the person you last focused on, correct?" This was followed by three head nods. "Well, the good news is, the rest of the class should be recovered momentarily." With that, the occupants could hear a groan from the other side of the wall. Albus stifled a chuckle, but that twinkle was very much evidence of his amusement. "The bad news, you three will more than likely remain this way for another few days. Your calculations are correct, Severus."
Snape sank into his chair behind his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. Clearly, another headache was approaching, and fast.
"What I propose until than," the Headmaster continued, "is that the three of you remain out of classes until this clears up. It would be too much of a disruption."
"Albus, who would teach my classes until my return?" Snape asked.
"Why, me, of course. As you know, I do have a degree in potions." The Headmaster chuckled as faint cheers could be heard from the next class. Snape thought to himself, 'Just you wait until I return!' using the same tone of voice he would use in class. Immediately, any cheers that were made by the group died down. The Headmaster chuckled even more. He left the office, leaving Snape to wait out the rest of the effects from the class, and to dismiss them afterwards. Waiting a few moments, he figured that the time had passed, and began to think of something that would get a reaction out of them. He decided to bring up a memory, but turned to Hermione and said, "I apologize for this, Miss Granger."
Hermione wondered why, but understood a minute later when the memory of her entertaining dessert appeared in her head. She had to stifle a giggle, realizing how he had reacted to that little show. He didn't seem to notice that she became aware of it. Neville appeared completely confused with the feelings he received from Snape. (Neville is so innocent!!)
Snape stood up from his chair, and approached the doorway. He opened it and looked at the students' faces. Noticing that they didn't appear to be aware of the memory, he dismissed the class and assigned their homework. He turned back to Hermione, who was blushing, and Neville, who looked confused (nothing new).
"Where do we go from here, Professor?" Hermione asked, trying to hide the fact that she was slightly flattered.
~@~
"OH MY GOD!!!" Harry yelled as soon as they were out of hearing range of the dungeons. "He really is. . .attracted. . .to 'Mione." He gulped.
Before being dismissed, the class could feel Snape's plan brewing. Their sense was not as strong as it was in the beginning, and now it was almost nonexistent.
"What'd I tell ya, Potter. You have to have a sense for these things." Draco replied.
"But I didn't get the same vibe from Hermione. I thought you said that she had a thing for him too." Harry said.
"Well, she just wasn't thinking about it at the time. Snape was." Draco explained. "We'll have to go back to the old way of gathering information from her. I'm sure I can point out the signs to you if there's time."
"But would he go for it? I wouldn't think he would until she's graduated." Harry said.
"Potty! She has top marks. Most of the teachers LOVE her. She works hard to get what she's after. It's not like she'd sleep with him to win favour." Draco replied. "I just know that Snape wants a taste of the SWEET Miss Hermione Granger." He smirked. "I can just see her begging, (raising the pitch of his voice to sound girly) 'Pretty please, with sugar and whipped cream, and cherries, and sprinkles, and cho-"
"That's enough, Draco." Harry chuckled. "I'd let you continue, but she is my friend after all. I don't think you'll be able to arrange it before graduation though."
"Is that a bet, Potty?" Draco asked, quite interested. "If it is, you're on!"
"What are the terms?" Harry asked.
"If you win, I'll write and sing a song for you at the graduation dance." Draco replied. After the karaoke night a few weeks ago, Harry would love to get some revenge. When Harry went up to sing for Ginny, Draco charmed the microphone so that every time he said 'Ginny' it came out as 'Goyle' and replaced 'her' or 'she' with 'him' or 'he'. Listening to Harry Potter sing his love for Gregory Goyle was pretty funny. But when Goyle started blushing, it was too much and the rest of the song was drowned out by the laughter.
"And if you win?" Harry asked. For a moment, the only reply was a very evil looking smirk.
A/N: Sorry 'bout the long delay. Gotta love writer's block.
BTW, if any of you have any suggestions for the story, I'd love to hear them. If you've got a twisted sense of humour, I'd REALLY love to hear from you.
"Did you just hear what she thought?" Dean asked Ron.
"Never mind what she thought, did you hear what the Professor thought before he escorted the two to his office?" Pansy asked Dean.
"Better her than me." Dean replied. "I wouldn't want to be part of any Snape fantasy."
"Well, at least the effects won't last much longer." Pavarti said. "I don't think I could stand hearing what goes on in Neville's mind anymore."
The class continued to talk. Draco and Harry, who were sitting in the back, were listening intently to Hermione's thoughts.
"This is golden, Potter. She can hear Snape, we can hear her. Oh! Christmas has come early!" Draco exclaimed.
"Shut up, Malfoy. We'll miss something." Harry said. Both kept very quiet, and blocked their ears so that the outside noise wouldn't interfere with their concentration.
~@~
"A couple of hours?" Hermione whispered in disbelief.
"Or a number of days, Miss Granger." Snape said.
Hermione looked over at Neville, 'Run.' She thought. Snape heard her, and shot his head up. Neville heard Snape's thoughts, and looked at Hermione. The look in her eyes confirmed the thoughts that Snape conveyed. He looked at the door, and than at Snape. Snape could see the look in his eyes. Never had he ever thought that Neville would plead for help from him. In his surprise, he gave Neville a nod, and Neville took off for the door. Hermione began to go after him, until she felt a pull behind her. She was pulled back into a chair, and Neville was out of sight.
"Miss Granger, do control yourself." Snape said. Hermione looked back up at him, struggling against the invisible restraints that he put on her. "Mr Longbottom is not going far. I warded the door until I am sure that the potion has worn off the rest of the class."
"That does little to comfort me, Professor." She snapped.
"10 points from Gryffindor. Now hold your tongue." He replied. He stood from his desk, and towards the classroom. The rest of the class was clearly still under the effects of the spell; the Gryffindors were glaring at him, while the Slytherins were trying to stifle chuckles. He went back to his office, and walked to the fireplace. Lighting it, he threw some powder in and called the Headmaster.
"Yes, Severus?" The Headmaster asked. "Before you speak, however, would you be so kind as to release Miss Granger from her restraints?"
Snape looked over at Hermione, and pointed his wand. "Finite Incantatem." He muttered. Hermione stood up, but the Headmaster stopped her. "If you would remain here, Miss Granger. And Professor, please inform Mr Longbottom that it is safe to return to your office."
Snape was about to walk to the door, when he thought, 'Bloody hell. Longbottom better get his butt in here before-" and opened the door to find Neville waiting, shaking and looking like a feather would knock him over. "Get in here, Mr Longbottom. You are trying my patience."
When Neville entered the room, Snape turned around to find Albus quite amused. "Now that we are all here, I have good news and bad news. From what I can make of it, the mishap today has created a potion that causes one to become aware of the thoughts of the person you last focused on, correct?" This was followed by three head nods. "Well, the good news is, the rest of the class should be recovered momentarily." With that, the occupants could hear a groan from the other side of the wall. Albus stifled a chuckle, but that twinkle was very much evidence of his amusement. "The bad news, you three will more than likely remain this way for another few days. Your calculations are correct, Severus."
Snape sank into his chair behind his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. Clearly, another headache was approaching, and fast.
"What I propose until than," the Headmaster continued, "is that the three of you remain out of classes until this clears up. It would be too much of a disruption."
"Albus, who would teach my classes until my return?" Snape asked.
"Why, me, of course. As you know, I do have a degree in potions." The Headmaster chuckled as faint cheers could be heard from the next class. Snape thought to himself, 'Just you wait until I return!' using the same tone of voice he would use in class. Immediately, any cheers that were made by the group died down. The Headmaster chuckled even more. He left the office, leaving Snape to wait out the rest of the effects from the class, and to dismiss them afterwards. Waiting a few moments, he figured that the time had passed, and began to think of something that would get a reaction out of them. He decided to bring up a memory, but turned to Hermione and said, "I apologize for this, Miss Granger."
Hermione wondered why, but understood a minute later when the memory of her entertaining dessert appeared in her head. She had to stifle a giggle, realizing how he had reacted to that little show. He didn't seem to notice that she became aware of it. Neville appeared completely confused with the feelings he received from Snape. (Neville is so innocent!!)
Snape stood up from his chair, and approached the doorway. He opened it and looked at the students' faces. Noticing that they didn't appear to be aware of the memory, he dismissed the class and assigned their homework. He turned back to Hermione, who was blushing, and Neville, who looked confused (nothing new).
"Where do we go from here, Professor?" Hermione asked, trying to hide the fact that she was slightly flattered.
~@~
"OH MY GOD!!!" Harry yelled as soon as they were out of hearing range of the dungeons. "He really is. . .attracted. . .to 'Mione." He gulped.
Before being dismissed, the class could feel Snape's plan brewing. Their sense was not as strong as it was in the beginning, and now it was almost nonexistent.
"What'd I tell ya, Potter. You have to have a sense for these things." Draco replied.
"But I didn't get the same vibe from Hermione. I thought you said that she had a thing for him too." Harry said.
"Well, she just wasn't thinking about it at the time. Snape was." Draco explained. "We'll have to go back to the old way of gathering information from her. I'm sure I can point out the signs to you if there's time."
"But would he go for it? I wouldn't think he would until she's graduated." Harry said.
"Potty! She has top marks. Most of the teachers LOVE her. She works hard to get what she's after. It's not like she'd sleep with him to win favour." Draco replied. "I just know that Snape wants a taste of the SWEET Miss Hermione Granger." He smirked. "I can just see her begging, (raising the pitch of his voice to sound girly) 'Pretty please, with sugar and whipped cream, and cherries, and sprinkles, and cho-"
"That's enough, Draco." Harry chuckled. "I'd let you continue, but she is my friend after all. I don't think you'll be able to arrange it before graduation though."
"Is that a bet, Potty?" Draco asked, quite interested. "If it is, you're on!"
"What are the terms?" Harry asked.
"If you win, I'll write and sing a song for you at the graduation dance." Draco replied. After the karaoke night a few weeks ago, Harry would love to get some revenge. When Harry went up to sing for Ginny, Draco charmed the microphone so that every time he said 'Ginny' it came out as 'Goyle' and replaced 'her' or 'she' with 'him' or 'he'. Listening to Harry Potter sing his love for Gregory Goyle was pretty funny. But when Goyle started blushing, it was too much and the rest of the song was drowned out by the laughter.
"And if you win?" Harry asked. For a moment, the only reply was a very evil looking smirk.
A/N: Sorry 'bout the long delay. Gotta love writer's block.
BTW, if any of you have any suggestions for the story, I'd love to hear them. If you've got a twisted sense of humour, I'd REALLY love to hear from you.
