Chapter 9- Romps and Threats
"Hey Weasley!" a snickering voice shouted from the door to the Potion's classroom. "How's your poverty-stricken self doing today?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione Granger shouted back as she and her two best friends approached the Potion's classroom.
Draco Malfoy turned to the frizzy haired girl next to Ron and said, "Shut up, Mudblood." He wouldn't stop. "Damn Granger, you could play Lassie with that hair! And Weasley," he said turning to a red-faced Ron. "You eat cereal with a fork to save milk!"
All of the Slytherins burst out laughing, as Ron blushed redder than his hair.
The Boy-Who-Lived walked forward, "Shut your mouth before I knock so many teeth out of it the Tooth Fairy needs to make three round trips to collect them all.
"Potty, your poor friend here doesn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of," Draco snarled
Ron suddenly threw himself at Draco, thrusting his fist as hard as he could into his little, rat face. The students egged the fight on as Harry and Hermione tried to pull Ron back. Ron was about to punch Draco in the nose when he suddenly felt a strong pair of arms lift him off the beaten Slytherin. Malfoy's cronies rushed to their leader's side and started to help him up. Ron swerved around, ready to sock the intruder with one of his steel fists when he realized that it was the one professor he adored.
"Hello, P-professor," he stuttered as a blood trickled from a deep gash in his lip, the only evidence that Malfoy had been fighting back.
"Hello, Ron," she smiled. "May I ask who should be supervising you now?"
"We're waiting for Professor Snape to arrive," Hermione interjected as Ron wiped his bloody lip on his robe sleeve.
"But class commenced," she checked her watch, "five minutes ago. And I certainly did not perceive Professor Snape as a man of tardiness."
The students shrugged as Draco and Ron continued to glare at each other with pure revulsion. Suddenly, a blonde girl standing in front of the door to the classroom shifted to the side. The other students followed suit.
"Is there a problem?" a sleek, strident voice droned from behind her.
Aletta shuddered slightly at his tone, but almost immediately regained her serenity. She felt his hot, soft breath on her neck, and she whirled around without any more delay. A pair of ebony, penetrating eyes stared right back at her. He was in his usual attire. Was I expecting anything different? Aletta asked herself humorously. A strand of his ebon, lustrous hair escaped its previous place behind his ear. Aletta instantly felt the urge to brush it back, but that same impulse vanished almost as quickly as it came. Her eyes had not left his for a second, and she was beginning to lose herself in those endless, black depths. One of the students coughed, presumably Harry since he was watching the whole interaction between the two professors, while the other students were directing their attention toward Ron and Draco. Aletta was shortly brought out of her reverie and back to Hogwarts. She then recalled his earlier question.
"Yes, it seems that a couple of the students you were supposed to be supervising had gotten into a brawl," she said quickly as his eyes searched the crowd of students. "Fortunately, I was here to stop them. Ron was just about to shatter this young man," she motioned her head towards the lying form of Draco on the ground, "into pieces."
The Gryffindors snickered as Snape's eyes flashed dangerously at Aletta.
"I appreciate your assistance," he droned sarcastically as his eyes seemed to penetrate into her skull. "But I advise you to keep watch on your own students."
"You were not present, Mr. Snape, and I felt the need to stop the battle that was going on between these two boys," she snapped as she began to lose her temper. "We can't have young boys biting each other's heads off, no? It would only result in the sacking of the professor who was in charge of them at the time of the fight."
The students giggled again and Snape turned around to see that he and Aletta had an audience witnessing the whole argument. He wouldn't allow that.
"Classroom, now!" he snarled as he briskly walked over to the door to unlock it.
After he had opened it with a charm, he sent them in to start reading Chapter 50 of their Potion books. After the last student had shuffled inside the room, he slammed the door shut with an ear-splitting crack. Snape started to walk toward Aletta when he realized that Ron and Draco were still lying on the ground in pain.
"Fifty points will be taken from your house, Weasley," he snapped. "For your inexcusable behavior."
Ron glared at Snape as Draco smirked in delight. Aletta would take care of the little brat.
"And fifty points will be taken from you, as well," she said coldly as she looked down upon Draco.
"You do not have the authority to do that!" Snape shouted at her as she glared at him too.
"I have as much jurisdiction as you do, Mr. Snap, and I'll use that warrant whenever I damn well please!"
"Don't ridicule my name!" he barked haughtily as he approached her slowly.
"Then don't criticize my prestige," she whispered as she found those familiar endless depths of his eyes. " That young man deserved a deduction of points as much as Ron did. You seem to regard highly of your own house, which is conspicuously wrong."
Snape had her backed up against the stone cold wall. His orbs were on fire as he blazed them into her own. Aletta's heart started to beat so rapidly, she swore he could see it through her chest. And he almost gave proof to that as his gaze swept over her bust that was now rising and falling briskly. He was so close. Close enough to touch. Close enough to reach up and ki-
"Impugning my teaching ways won't improve your own," he murmured entrancingly as he grazed his lips ever so gently across her forehead.
It was not a kiss, but almost proved to be one if he didn't move back so suddenly. He brushed his hand through his hair as he glanced around him. Ron and Draco had gotten up a while ago to enter the classroom. They were essentially alone. His face showed nothing but fear. What if a student saw them, he thought. He turned his confused, desire-driven gaze on Aletta. She was still leaning against the wall, a look of bewilderment on her face as well.
"Make sure this doesn't happen again," he snapped in a disturbed voice.
Aletta was even more baffled. Did he mean the recent event, or the fact that she deducted points from the boy he obviously admired?
"I don't understand," she said truly.
"What isn't there to understand!" he shouted insanely. "You don't meddle in my students actions when they are under my supervision!"
"You weren't here!" she yelled.
Alrighty then, Aletta thought, that's enough. I know Mama said to control my temper but this has got to be worthy enough for a good rage.
"And if you think you can march down here and tell me I can't deduct points from a certain student because of some foolish favoritism, than you gotta another thing coming, Snape!"
Snape looked like he was going to explode, "One more crack like that and your out of here, do you understand me?" he warned as he approached her with his finger pointed at her menacingly.
"What are you going to do, ya pansy!" she yelled. "Fire me?"
"I, unfortunately do not hold that happy power," he growled. "But I know the man that does! You're his niece, and I'm sure that you prance around here, doing what you damn well please because you think that your uncle will allow you to!"
"Severus," a soft, voice said behind him. "That's enough."
Snape turned around to see his fatherly figure, his eyes twinkling like star fire.
"You two," he commanded, "in my office, now."
Aletta and Severus followed their dominator in fear. Like little children, they kept throwing each other glares of hatred as they followed Dumbledore to his office.
"Hey Weasley!" a snickering voice shouted from the door to the Potion's classroom. "How's your poverty-stricken self doing today?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione Granger shouted back as she and her two best friends approached the Potion's classroom.
Draco Malfoy turned to the frizzy haired girl next to Ron and said, "Shut up, Mudblood." He wouldn't stop. "Damn Granger, you could play Lassie with that hair! And Weasley," he said turning to a red-faced Ron. "You eat cereal with a fork to save milk!"
All of the Slytherins burst out laughing, as Ron blushed redder than his hair.
The Boy-Who-Lived walked forward, "Shut your mouth before I knock so many teeth out of it the Tooth Fairy needs to make three round trips to collect them all.
"Potty, your poor friend here doesn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of," Draco snarled
Ron suddenly threw himself at Draco, thrusting his fist as hard as he could into his little, rat face. The students egged the fight on as Harry and Hermione tried to pull Ron back. Ron was about to punch Draco in the nose when he suddenly felt a strong pair of arms lift him off the beaten Slytherin. Malfoy's cronies rushed to their leader's side and started to help him up. Ron swerved around, ready to sock the intruder with one of his steel fists when he realized that it was the one professor he adored.
"Hello, P-professor," he stuttered as a blood trickled from a deep gash in his lip, the only evidence that Malfoy had been fighting back.
"Hello, Ron," she smiled. "May I ask who should be supervising you now?"
"We're waiting for Professor Snape to arrive," Hermione interjected as Ron wiped his bloody lip on his robe sleeve.
"But class commenced," she checked her watch, "five minutes ago. And I certainly did not perceive Professor Snape as a man of tardiness."
The students shrugged as Draco and Ron continued to glare at each other with pure revulsion. Suddenly, a blonde girl standing in front of the door to the classroom shifted to the side. The other students followed suit.
"Is there a problem?" a sleek, strident voice droned from behind her.
Aletta shuddered slightly at his tone, but almost immediately regained her serenity. She felt his hot, soft breath on her neck, and she whirled around without any more delay. A pair of ebony, penetrating eyes stared right back at her. He was in his usual attire. Was I expecting anything different? Aletta asked herself humorously. A strand of his ebon, lustrous hair escaped its previous place behind his ear. Aletta instantly felt the urge to brush it back, but that same impulse vanished almost as quickly as it came. Her eyes had not left his for a second, and she was beginning to lose herself in those endless, black depths. One of the students coughed, presumably Harry since he was watching the whole interaction between the two professors, while the other students were directing their attention toward Ron and Draco. Aletta was shortly brought out of her reverie and back to Hogwarts. She then recalled his earlier question.
"Yes, it seems that a couple of the students you were supposed to be supervising had gotten into a brawl," she said quickly as his eyes searched the crowd of students. "Fortunately, I was here to stop them. Ron was just about to shatter this young man," she motioned her head towards the lying form of Draco on the ground, "into pieces."
The Gryffindors snickered as Snape's eyes flashed dangerously at Aletta.
"I appreciate your assistance," he droned sarcastically as his eyes seemed to penetrate into her skull. "But I advise you to keep watch on your own students."
"You were not present, Mr. Snape, and I felt the need to stop the battle that was going on between these two boys," she snapped as she began to lose her temper. "We can't have young boys biting each other's heads off, no? It would only result in the sacking of the professor who was in charge of them at the time of the fight."
The students giggled again and Snape turned around to see that he and Aletta had an audience witnessing the whole argument. He wouldn't allow that.
"Classroom, now!" he snarled as he briskly walked over to the door to unlock it.
After he had opened it with a charm, he sent them in to start reading Chapter 50 of their Potion books. After the last student had shuffled inside the room, he slammed the door shut with an ear-splitting crack. Snape started to walk toward Aletta when he realized that Ron and Draco were still lying on the ground in pain.
"Fifty points will be taken from your house, Weasley," he snapped. "For your inexcusable behavior."
Ron glared at Snape as Draco smirked in delight. Aletta would take care of the little brat.
"And fifty points will be taken from you, as well," she said coldly as she looked down upon Draco.
"You do not have the authority to do that!" Snape shouted at her as she glared at him too.
"I have as much jurisdiction as you do, Mr. Snap, and I'll use that warrant whenever I damn well please!"
"Don't ridicule my name!" he barked haughtily as he approached her slowly.
"Then don't criticize my prestige," she whispered as she found those familiar endless depths of his eyes. " That young man deserved a deduction of points as much as Ron did. You seem to regard highly of your own house, which is conspicuously wrong."
Snape had her backed up against the stone cold wall. His orbs were on fire as he blazed them into her own. Aletta's heart started to beat so rapidly, she swore he could see it through her chest. And he almost gave proof to that as his gaze swept over her bust that was now rising and falling briskly. He was so close. Close enough to touch. Close enough to reach up and ki-
"Impugning my teaching ways won't improve your own," he murmured entrancingly as he grazed his lips ever so gently across her forehead.
It was not a kiss, but almost proved to be one if he didn't move back so suddenly. He brushed his hand through his hair as he glanced around him. Ron and Draco had gotten up a while ago to enter the classroom. They were essentially alone. His face showed nothing but fear. What if a student saw them, he thought. He turned his confused, desire-driven gaze on Aletta. She was still leaning against the wall, a look of bewilderment on her face as well.
"Make sure this doesn't happen again," he snapped in a disturbed voice.
Aletta was even more baffled. Did he mean the recent event, or the fact that she deducted points from the boy he obviously admired?
"I don't understand," she said truly.
"What isn't there to understand!" he shouted insanely. "You don't meddle in my students actions when they are under my supervision!"
"You weren't here!" she yelled.
Alrighty then, Aletta thought, that's enough. I know Mama said to control my temper but this has got to be worthy enough for a good rage.
"And if you think you can march down here and tell me I can't deduct points from a certain student because of some foolish favoritism, than you gotta another thing coming, Snape!"
Snape looked like he was going to explode, "One more crack like that and your out of here, do you understand me?" he warned as he approached her with his finger pointed at her menacingly.
"What are you going to do, ya pansy!" she yelled. "Fire me?"
"I, unfortunately do not hold that happy power," he growled. "But I know the man that does! You're his niece, and I'm sure that you prance around here, doing what you damn well please because you think that your uncle will allow you to!"
"Severus," a soft, voice said behind him. "That's enough."
Snape turned around to see his fatherly figure, his eyes twinkling like star fire.
"You two," he commanded, "in my office, now."
Aletta and Severus followed their dominator in fear. Like little children, they kept throwing each other glares of hatred as they followed Dumbledore to his office.
