The Crush
by Snapesgirl1981
Email: snapesgirl1981@yahoo.com.au
Rating: PG-13 – this part
Summary: It is generelly not a good idea to dream in your classes- especially
if it is Potions with Professor Snape. WIP about a crush that
develops into something else completely.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter
Feedback: I try to write more but I am sure that some reviews would make me
write faster. Also please note that I am not british,
not even a native english speaker and this is my frist HG/SS fanfic so far. Be kind.
A/N: In this story Hermione is 17 years old, finishing her last year in
Hogwarts and so are Harry and Ron. The generell Rating
of the story goes for some graphic language and mentioning of violence later,
this part however is completely innocent. Enjoy!
Ronald Weasly made the mistake of peeking at his best friend Harry
Potter one to many times and couldn't surpress something like a snicker. He was
trying to pay attention which was always a good idea in Snape`s potion class if
you didn`t fancy spending the evening down here again due to some detention and
that was for sure not the case with him. Probably for nobody.
He looked around and his eyes rested on his friend Hermoine Granger. Well maybe
she. Usually she was busy taking notes as Snape drooned on about the potion of
the week but right now she sat in her chair next to a slowly panicing Neville
Longbottom, her half raised quill spilling dark color on her parchment and
seemed to be lost in thoughts. No dreams. Her eyes seemed to follow the tall
and dark clad form of Snape through the room and a dreamy smile lit her
features.
Shuddering the red haired boy turned his head again to
Harry. It looked like she was sorrowly enjoying herself but not really because
of the gained knowledge these two hours meant but because she actually enjoyed
seeing Snape.
How sick is that?
Snape was mean, always trying to
deduct points from Gryffindor and his hair was greasy. What could Hermione
possibly see in this old git?
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`Why had she never noticed?` was all the while
rambling through Hermione`s head. Noticed how handsome her potion teacher was.
How much the black hair and wardrobe complimented his pale skin and how tall he
actually was. How much his dark eyes seemed to invite you to sink deeper and deeper.......
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„Miss Granger!" He tried to give his voice a most
intimidating sneer to get the obviously deep in thoughts girl to notice him
Startled brown eyes and a quick blush was an
indication that he had been successful. Merlin, the girl was most infuriating
at times. And what was she looking at? She couldn't be possibly looking at him with
these dreamy far away expression?
„Mis Granger, while I understand that maybe the subtle art of potion making
maybe down right boring for some dunderheads I would appreciate if you at least
appeared like you pay attention. Having to ask you a simple question more than
three times is a clear indication that you are not." His breath was warming her
left ear as he hissed. „Twenty points from Gryffindor for not paying attention."
As he turned away from her table he almost thought he saw her shudder and then
it appeared again- the dreamy smile directly into his direction.This
know-it-all can`t be looking at me. She wouldn`t, surely.
Would she?
Another quick glance told him she was. What was he to do about this girl?
Should he talk with her? Confront her with the suspicion that the she had a
crush on him. She was only 17 so and so far; not many girls had fallen for him-
at least no students. Try as he might he wanted to make it as easy for her as
possible. Why was that? She was a Gryffindor. Why did he, Head of Slytherin,
care?