Taking Over Me
nihongogirl2003
Summary: Severus meets his new Potions assistant and sparks fly. Literally.
Author's Note: Hello all, and welcome to my first Harry Potter fic. This is a Severus/Hermione fic, which only seems fitting because that's pretty much all I've been reading lately. As this is my first HP fic, I would really appreciate any comments you have, but please, no flames. What else? Oh yeah. I'm not British, so if someone would be so kind as to tell me whether I say something completely not British, it would be great. Oh yes..and if this story bears any resemblance to one you have written or read, I'm sorry. I'm quite new to HP fanfics and I haven't read all the S/Hr ones that are out there. So, relax, enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling. However, any students that are mentioned that you don't recognize are mine. The title isn't mine; I'm borrowing it from an Evanescence song.
This takes place around 7 years after Ron, Harry and Hermione graduate Hogwarts. Anything in italics is a thought. And now, on with the story. And remember, review!
Chapter 1: The New Assistant
Severus Snape stood in front of his boiling cauldron, glaring at its contents. Dumbledore had recently assigned him a new assistant—someone he would have to train to maybe take over his job. As if he'd ever leave his position as Potion Master. And what was worse-no one would tell him who his new assistant was. Not Minerva and certainly not Albus himself. All and all, he was becoming very angry. It was affecting his teaching—he snapped more and more at his students, even his own Slytherins, who were usually exempt from his tirades. The only hint (if you could call it that) he had been given was the person's sex. His new assistant would be female.
He knew she would be arriving later that night and he would learn her identity the next morning at breakfast, but he didn't want to wait. He wanted to know who he was dealing with before he was forced to put up with her at breakfast—where Dumbledore would undoubtedly seat her next to him—and during classes. Severus finished his potion, bottling it in order to give it to Poppy the next day, and decided to take a walk to his new assistant's rooms. You know, just to see if needed any help getting settled in. Riiiight. That's what he would tell her, anyway. That is, if he was actually spotted. But the plan, you see, is to observe and not be seen. His long strides took him quickly to where he wanted to go and he found himself in front of his assistant's wide-open door.
A shapely witch stood in the middle of the large room, her wand in hand. She was magicking things around the room, putting them where she wanted them. She was dressed in Muggle clothes—jeans and a tank top. Severus was granted a nice view of her body as she bent over to pick something up. He inadvertently took a small step forward and the floor let out a loud creak. Damn. The witch quickly whirled around to face him, the wand in her hand emitting a flame of bright blue sparks. Snape was instantly propelled backward several feet and he unceremoniously crashed into the wall.
Severus slowly shook his head and a hand appeared before his eyes. "Ah, Professor Snape. I figured I would be seeing you sooner or later. But believe me when I say I wish it was later." He stood on his own accord, ignoring the hand offered to him. There's something about that voice. His eyes cleared and he stared in disbelief at the woman standing in front of him. "Granger?" She was his new assistant? What the hell is going on?
"In the flesh," came her response. Hermione returned to the center of the room and continued moving things around. Actually, I figured he wouldn't be able to wait until breakfast. "Although, I suppose you can call me Hermione now. I'm no longer your student." She said all this without looking at him, instead concentrating on moving her things.
He watched as she continued to move her things. "Why you?" He just had to ask. He had been under the impression that she hated his class, just like all her classmates.
She finally turned to face him after letting the question hang for a few minutes. "Why not? Besides flying, Potions was the only other thing that challenged me. Everything else was too simple. After Hogwarts, I continued to study and go to school and when it came time to decide what I wanted to do, it was an easy choice. Does that answer your question, Professor Snape? Or can I call you Severus?"
"No, you may not. And no, it doesn't." He didn't say anything else, just waited for her to continue her explanation.
"What else do you want from me, Professor? Although I thought you were an arrogant son of a bitch—" he started at this, but she ignored him "—I loved your class. Once I finished my potion, I would always help Neville so I could perfect correcting the messes he made. You must remember that—you always took points off for it."
His mouth snapped closed when she finished. An arrogant son of a bitch? Interesting, but I've heard worse. "I just figured that was you being an annoying know-it-all."
She smiled. "Well, that too." She walked behind him and began pushing him toward the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish unpacking." They reached the doorway and Hermione gave Severus a final push through it, closing the door behind him. She performed a locking charm and went back to work.
A/N: So, what do you think? Please be kind and leave a review. Also, this hasn't been beta'd of anything, so if anyone's interested in doing that for me, just let me know. If you like the story, I should have the next chapter up soon—I have it written out, it just needs to be typed.
