*A/N: wow, thanks for the reviews everyone! At least I know people read...
and I seriously suck at English. Not like I didn't already know that. ^_^
Anyhow I downloaded a new spell/grammar check program and hopefully it will
help considerably. ^Crosses fingers^ ... personally I still think its all
crap. But hey writing is good for my sanity... Also I still don't own
anything Harry Potter, except for that one key chain*
Hermione rolled over, it was Saturday. God knew that was nice. Kind of freeing she thought. Not that she didn't like school, but it was the day she could just sit around and do absolutely nothing in particular.
It would be even nicer if she was in someone's arms. Hermione thought of being held early in the morning. Nothing better to do then just sink into bliss, she looked up at the clock.
"Shit!" Hermione's stomach gave a sudden lurch.
9:15
"You would figure something dumb like this would happen on the one Saturday that I have to work with Snape." Hermione muttered to herself.
"What the hell?" Lavender mumbled across the room.
"Snape... 9:30... fucking, stupid, retarded day. No, this can't be the day Hermione wakes up early on a Saturday and can't sleep in. No it had to the day I wake up 15 minuets before I have to work with Snape! " Hermione mocked herself throwing her clothes halfway across the room. Now only if I could find a good fricking outfit, Hermione thought to herself. She pulled out a Thunder Cats T-shirt. Hermione's favorite gay, porno, children's muggle cartoon show... right next to He Man. Ah... good enough, she said smiling at her own thoughts. Grabbing a pair of jeans and she sprinted out the door to the bathroom.
"Good God, Hermione! Your such a crack addict, I swear." Lavender laughed to herself sleepily looking out the door.
...
Snape looked down at his breakfast. He has got to be kidding me, Snape thought looking rather closely at his eggs. Dumbledore in no way thought he was ACTUALLY going to do this. It was like asking Minerva to poll dance for the crowd in front of the Three Broomsticks. I mean come on!
"Now, Severus... I know you'll come to your senses and do this. It will be for the gain for the whole student body. And maybe you'll win points with the ladies" Dumbledore winked at him. Snape could have broke down into tears of laughter right then and there.
"So, let me get this straight, Albus." Snape looked up from his plate concerned he was going to throw up if he looked at his breakfast of a chickens menstrual cycle any longer " You want me to be the... Easter bunny?"
The Easter bunny... the time a wizard decided that it would be fricking hilarious to send an oversize bunny off bringing colored eggs to all the muggle children. I mean that guy would been slaughtered by the Ministry now a days for doing the same exact thing. Looking at the great hall was not much better then looking at his boiled eggs. All the pastels replaced the normal old rich velvet decor. Cute little robins chirping all over the place. The mahogany tables switched in for brightly colored birch ones. The thought of spring somehow was morally unethical for him.
The romance. The cheer. The cute little critters. The Easter bunny.
"So, you'll do it Severus?" Dumbledore looked at him expectantly. God damn, stupid, trusting old dude. He always was getting on everyone's good side. Including Snape's
"Yes." What the fuck did I just say? Snape looked at his hands. He no way just agreed, the man had got to be charming him or something. He wanted to cry in his own self-misery.
"That is great! Then, we will discuss the costume latter, but Ill be sending you a condolence percent soon" Dumbledore said evidently pleased with himself. Snape wanted to rip that smugness out of his voice and shoving it up his ass.
"Cause I'll really need some condolence" Snape muttered to himself. Now what the condolence present is the better question. He would thoroughly doubt if it was a pay bonus, or something of actual value to a teacher.
"Well you should be off to that extra credit with Hermione then, Professor. Good luck, I'm sure she wont be as much a prick as you been thinking." The words rolling from Dumbledore tongue made him regret ever confining in the headmaster with his difficulties. He knew that Dumbledore had a soft spot for all his head boy and girls. Hermione was a Head girl... She just sounded so OLD that way.
"Yeah, good bye, Albus." Snape headed out the door looking to see he would be late. She could wait though. Hermione Granger, waiting for him. How nice.
...
Hermione smoothed down her hair muttering a few spells to make it dry straight. She headed down the stairs for the dungeons. At this rate she just might make it. Why was she in a rush to see Snape? Was she afraid he would kill her if she showed up late? He might call off the project. Afraid she might let him down. Maybe he expected more from her, More then the rest of the school. She also just might want to please him.
"Honestly Ms. Granger, Madam Pomfrey would never stop badgering me if she saw you like that." Hermione glance back. She knew who had just said that... it was Snape, right? Would he be that kind... humorous, with her around. Yes, it was Snape. He looked nice in his cloak one of his usual white satin button down shirts and black pants. What do I fucking mean 'usual'? Hermione thought to herself. Not like I pay attention to what he wears.
"Now," he said draping his cloak over her shoulders. Hermione found herself lost in his warmth. It did smell nice, He had almost touched her too. Hermione imagined what it would be if his hand had touched her neck. He spoke softly as he put it on; "you would have been late by now, Ms. Granger."
Snape saw her look from behind. She looked warm and happy. He liked it. Yes, Hermione Granger is warm and happy, your life goals are complete, He thought just in spite of himself. She thinks you're oh SO suave, her teacher telling her off for being cold, and late. And I'm late aren't I? Anyhow that would be beside the point; the point is your not supposed to be a gentlemen Severus. You supposed to be a teacher. And you are. And she's a student. And you have no right worrying if your being a gentleman or not.
"Thanks, professor." She smiled and looked up at him. She was surprised to see him smile back. Probably thinking I'm a crazy girl with a crush. She was mad at her mind for the last comment. She did not have a crush. Or did she? I don't want to know, Hermione told her self. "Oh, and Professor..."
"Yes" Snape looked quizaldly down at her...
"I'm not late if I'm there first!" She shrieked before running down the hall, laughing.
"Stop! You insane Head Girl!" Snape snarled at her, playfully, she hoped. Snape... was being playful? Hermione could have cracked up.
....
"Yeah, I bet you didn't think that the same room would be locked now would you?" Snape pulled out a key, as Hermione blushed. She couldn't quite believe she had just run down the hall. Hopefully no one saw that, or they might just be wondering why Snape was running down the hall after her. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she dreaded. She pulled his cloak around her. It was colder down here. The floor must slant down, or something. She could get used to him being nice. The door clicked open. She walked onto the room she had been dreading walking into yesterday. His study, cool without the fire burning.
"Here" Snape tossed the keys to her, she looked at him "just light a fire if you want, and get all the ingredients from the list on the desk, and the key will unlock the storage room. Ill be out in a minute. He walked into a room Hermione had never really noticed before.
Snape looked into the mirror. He was in the bathroom. He needed to get away from her for a second or two, Maybe to make his mind calm down. "Shut up, Severus" He told himself. He ran his fingers through his hair. Damn 21 years olds hormones. Not that it didn't make him look good. Did, Hermione notice the difference? Enough, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about her. He was supposed to be telling himself he was in control of his emotions. That he did not just chase an 18-year-old girl down the hall. He was going to walk out of that door now, and become the teacher again. He stepped out.
Hermione had the fire lit. She had all the ingredients set out, she had the cauldron placed over the small fire in the corner of the room... he wasn't really standing in there for that long... had he? No matter.
"Umm, Professor?"Hermione said uncertainly over to him. She did not want to piss him off now. She had a feeling the friendliness in the corridor was just a fluke. She hoped it wasn't, but hey. She just couldn't really tell. He looked serious now. Straining to be serious. Maybe it was just a Saturday for him too. That was it. He wanted to have a good Saturday, like everyone else.
"What?" Snape looked to see if anything was horribly wrong. Was the some of that dreadful breakfast on him or something? Wouldn't he had seen it in the mirror?
"What potion are we making?" Oh that's all. Snape sighed mentally. Always mentally, Snape reminded himself.
"Well, its a new little creation of mine" Hermione saw the smug smile cross his face. Well if he isn't so proud. It was kind of cute. "Erm; it's hard to explain." Do I really have to tell her? Snape was battling himself. HE could just lie. It would be easier. No, Dumbledore would eventually tell her. What would she think... ?
"Its not like I'm dumb and will have a hard time understanding your English, just tell me!" Shit, Hermione thought. Did she just cross a boundary? Don't kick me out now! She silent pleaded with him. Snape leaned back against a desk and motioned for her to sitting his chair. Hermione sat... she was really beginning to hope this was a murderous spell or something.
"Ok, it was last year" Snape ran his hand through his hair. He had to continue now. "I was looking for a potion that could be mutated to cure the common cold. Well you know Dumbledore talks people into these sorts of things." Hermione nodded, looking intently at him. This was bad. Severus's nerves were starting to swear at him, with vengeance, He could just make something up now... but she would still find out.
"Anyhow, I began working with this potion, Disendumus; it's a particular favorite among suicides. It makes you just disappear, cease to be, people think its great because the people left behind have no way of morning them, its like leaving them empty handed. So I thought if I weakened it to only effected a few cells in the body, what I thought were the virus cells..."
"Dumbledore isn't slowly disappearing is he!" Hermione broke in, not being able to wait for Snape's full process.
"No, luckily." Or maybe not luckily with this new Easter Bunny thing. With Dumbledore disappearing he wouldn't have to do it, that would be great. Hermione smiled to see he was smiling at his private joke "it didn't work exactly, though. It affected the wrong cells. It went to the aging cells, unable to retain it from its original purpose too far, because if you took too much you would still cease to being." Snape could see she was dieing to say something. He didn't want to say anything more. It would be rather embarrassing
"So you would get younger if you took it?" Hermione thought of Dumbledore as a kid. That would just be weird.
"Yeah"Snape glanced at her, as if begging her to ask more. She WAS Hermione granger, she couldn't just shut up. When it came to information you could never satisfy Hermione.
"So how much younger is Dumbledore?" Snape wished she didn't specify him, then he could have just gave a flat answer. She would never think twice about it.
"Well I couldn't let Dumbledore be the first one to try it. I mean I couldn't live with myself if something went horribly wrong. And well it made the person 15 years younger." Snape stood there fighting the blushing he could feel coming on.
"Professor," Hermione whispered. She wanted to get this story straight... "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one" Snape said, watching the astonishment flow across her.
Hermione rolled over, it was Saturday. God knew that was nice. Kind of freeing she thought. Not that she didn't like school, but it was the day she could just sit around and do absolutely nothing in particular.
It would be even nicer if she was in someone's arms. Hermione thought of being held early in the morning. Nothing better to do then just sink into bliss, she looked up at the clock.
"Shit!" Hermione's stomach gave a sudden lurch.
9:15
"You would figure something dumb like this would happen on the one Saturday that I have to work with Snape." Hermione muttered to herself.
"What the hell?" Lavender mumbled across the room.
"Snape... 9:30... fucking, stupid, retarded day. No, this can't be the day Hermione wakes up early on a Saturday and can't sleep in. No it had to the day I wake up 15 minuets before I have to work with Snape! " Hermione mocked herself throwing her clothes halfway across the room. Now only if I could find a good fricking outfit, Hermione thought to herself. She pulled out a Thunder Cats T-shirt. Hermione's favorite gay, porno, children's muggle cartoon show... right next to He Man. Ah... good enough, she said smiling at her own thoughts. Grabbing a pair of jeans and she sprinted out the door to the bathroom.
"Good God, Hermione! Your such a crack addict, I swear." Lavender laughed to herself sleepily looking out the door.
...
Snape looked down at his breakfast. He has got to be kidding me, Snape thought looking rather closely at his eggs. Dumbledore in no way thought he was ACTUALLY going to do this. It was like asking Minerva to poll dance for the crowd in front of the Three Broomsticks. I mean come on!
"Now, Severus... I know you'll come to your senses and do this. It will be for the gain for the whole student body. And maybe you'll win points with the ladies" Dumbledore winked at him. Snape could have broke down into tears of laughter right then and there.
"So, let me get this straight, Albus." Snape looked up from his plate concerned he was going to throw up if he looked at his breakfast of a chickens menstrual cycle any longer " You want me to be the... Easter bunny?"
The Easter bunny... the time a wizard decided that it would be fricking hilarious to send an oversize bunny off bringing colored eggs to all the muggle children. I mean that guy would been slaughtered by the Ministry now a days for doing the same exact thing. Looking at the great hall was not much better then looking at his boiled eggs. All the pastels replaced the normal old rich velvet decor. Cute little robins chirping all over the place. The mahogany tables switched in for brightly colored birch ones. The thought of spring somehow was morally unethical for him.
The romance. The cheer. The cute little critters. The Easter bunny.
"So, you'll do it Severus?" Dumbledore looked at him expectantly. God damn, stupid, trusting old dude. He always was getting on everyone's good side. Including Snape's
"Yes." What the fuck did I just say? Snape looked at his hands. He no way just agreed, the man had got to be charming him or something. He wanted to cry in his own self-misery.
"That is great! Then, we will discuss the costume latter, but Ill be sending you a condolence percent soon" Dumbledore said evidently pleased with himself. Snape wanted to rip that smugness out of his voice and shoving it up his ass.
"Cause I'll really need some condolence" Snape muttered to himself. Now what the condolence present is the better question. He would thoroughly doubt if it was a pay bonus, or something of actual value to a teacher.
"Well you should be off to that extra credit with Hermione then, Professor. Good luck, I'm sure she wont be as much a prick as you been thinking." The words rolling from Dumbledore tongue made him regret ever confining in the headmaster with his difficulties. He knew that Dumbledore had a soft spot for all his head boy and girls. Hermione was a Head girl... She just sounded so OLD that way.
"Yeah, good bye, Albus." Snape headed out the door looking to see he would be late. She could wait though. Hermione Granger, waiting for him. How nice.
...
Hermione smoothed down her hair muttering a few spells to make it dry straight. She headed down the stairs for the dungeons. At this rate she just might make it. Why was she in a rush to see Snape? Was she afraid he would kill her if she showed up late? He might call off the project. Afraid she might let him down. Maybe he expected more from her, More then the rest of the school. She also just might want to please him.
"Honestly Ms. Granger, Madam Pomfrey would never stop badgering me if she saw you like that." Hermione glance back. She knew who had just said that... it was Snape, right? Would he be that kind... humorous, with her around. Yes, it was Snape. He looked nice in his cloak one of his usual white satin button down shirts and black pants. What do I fucking mean 'usual'? Hermione thought to herself. Not like I pay attention to what he wears.
"Now," he said draping his cloak over her shoulders. Hermione found herself lost in his warmth. It did smell nice, He had almost touched her too. Hermione imagined what it would be if his hand had touched her neck. He spoke softly as he put it on; "you would have been late by now, Ms. Granger."
Snape saw her look from behind. She looked warm and happy. He liked it. Yes, Hermione Granger is warm and happy, your life goals are complete, He thought just in spite of himself. She thinks you're oh SO suave, her teacher telling her off for being cold, and late. And I'm late aren't I? Anyhow that would be beside the point; the point is your not supposed to be a gentlemen Severus. You supposed to be a teacher. And you are. And she's a student. And you have no right worrying if your being a gentleman or not.
"Thanks, professor." She smiled and looked up at him. She was surprised to see him smile back. Probably thinking I'm a crazy girl with a crush. She was mad at her mind for the last comment. She did not have a crush. Or did she? I don't want to know, Hermione told her self. "Oh, and Professor..."
"Yes" Snape looked quizaldly down at her...
"I'm not late if I'm there first!" She shrieked before running down the hall, laughing.
"Stop! You insane Head Girl!" Snape snarled at her, playfully, she hoped. Snape... was being playful? Hermione could have cracked up.
....
"Yeah, I bet you didn't think that the same room would be locked now would you?" Snape pulled out a key, as Hermione blushed. She couldn't quite believe she had just run down the hall. Hopefully no one saw that, or they might just be wondering why Snape was running down the hall after her. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she dreaded. She pulled his cloak around her. It was colder down here. The floor must slant down, or something. She could get used to him being nice. The door clicked open. She walked onto the room she had been dreading walking into yesterday. His study, cool without the fire burning.
"Here" Snape tossed the keys to her, she looked at him "just light a fire if you want, and get all the ingredients from the list on the desk, and the key will unlock the storage room. Ill be out in a minute. He walked into a room Hermione had never really noticed before.
Snape looked into the mirror. He was in the bathroom. He needed to get away from her for a second or two, Maybe to make his mind calm down. "Shut up, Severus" He told himself. He ran his fingers through his hair. Damn 21 years olds hormones. Not that it didn't make him look good. Did, Hermione notice the difference? Enough, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about her. He was supposed to be telling himself he was in control of his emotions. That he did not just chase an 18-year-old girl down the hall. He was going to walk out of that door now, and become the teacher again. He stepped out.
Hermione had the fire lit. She had all the ingredients set out, she had the cauldron placed over the small fire in the corner of the room... he wasn't really standing in there for that long... had he? No matter.
"Umm, Professor?"Hermione said uncertainly over to him. She did not want to piss him off now. She had a feeling the friendliness in the corridor was just a fluke. She hoped it wasn't, but hey. She just couldn't really tell. He looked serious now. Straining to be serious. Maybe it was just a Saturday for him too. That was it. He wanted to have a good Saturday, like everyone else.
"What?" Snape looked to see if anything was horribly wrong. Was the some of that dreadful breakfast on him or something? Wouldn't he had seen it in the mirror?
"What potion are we making?" Oh that's all. Snape sighed mentally. Always mentally, Snape reminded himself.
"Well, its a new little creation of mine" Hermione saw the smug smile cross his face. Well if he isn't so proud. It was kind of cute. "Erm; it's hard to explain." Do I really have to tell her? Snape was battling himself. HE could just lie. It would be easier. No, Dumbledore would eventually tell her. What would she think... ?
"Its not like I'm dumb and will have a hard time understanding your English, just tell me!" Shit, Hermione thought. Did she just cross a boundary? Don't kick me out now! She silent pleaded with him. Snape leaned back against a desk and motioned for her to sitting his chair. Hermione sat... she was really beginning to hope this was a murderous spell or something.
"Ok, it was last year" Snape ran his hand through his hair. He had to continue now. "I was looking for a potion that could be mutated to cure the common cold. Well you know Dumbledore talks people into these sorts of things." Hermione nodded, looking intently at him. This was bad. Severus's nerves were starting to swear at him, with vengeance, He could just make something up now... but she would still find out.
"Anyhow, I began working with this potion, Disendumus; it's a particular favorite among suicides. It makes you just disappear, cease to be, people think its great because the people left behind have no way of morning them, its like leaving them empty handed. So I thought if I weakened it to only effected a few cells in the body, what I thought were the virus cells..."
"Dumbledore isn't slowly disappearing is he!" Hermione broke in, not being able to wait for Snape's full process.
"No, luckily." Or maybe not luckily with this new Easter Bunny thing. With Dumbledore disappearing he wouldn't have to do it, that would be great. Hermione smiled to see he was smiling at his private joke "it didn't work exactly, though. It affected the wrong cells. It went to the aging cells, unable to retain it from its original purpose too far, because if you took too much you would still cease to being." Snape could see she was dieing to say something. He didn't want to say anything more. It would be rather embarrassing
"So you would get younger if you took it?" Hermione thought of Dumbledore as a kid. That would just be weird.
"Yeah"Snape glanced at her, as if begging her to ask more. She WAS Hermione granger, she couldn't just shut up. When it came to information you could never satisfy Hermione.
"So how much younger is Dumbledore?" Snape wished she didn't specify him, then he could have just gave a flat answer. She would never think twice about it.
"Well I couldn't let Dumbledore be the first one to try it. I mean I couldn't live with myself if something went horribly wrong. And well it made the person 15 years younger." Snape stood there fighting the blushing he could feel coming on.
"Professor," Hermione whispered. She wanted to get this story straight... "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one" Snape said, watching the astonishment flow across her.