Chapter 2 is up now….sorry it took a few days…..hope this one is
better than the 1st chapter!
All night Hermione tossed and turned thinking about how she could've possibly kissed her Potions Professor. Sure he was very smart and was on his toes in the most horrible situations, but he was still a greasy git! With his fucked up attitude and his evil sneer, she couldn't see how she even remotely thought about kissing him. The only thing she found out from this was that his hair wasn't really greasy…….just very shiny.
"HERMIONE!" screamed a voice in the distance.
"Huh? What? Oh, Parvati it's just you. What time is it?" asked Hermione in a sleepy daze.
"It's 7:30 so you'd better hurry up if you want to eat breakfast," said an aggravated Parvati. She'd been trying to get Hermione up for 5 minutes.
"Shit," whispered Hermione as she jumped out of bed and got her school clothes on while Parvati tried to tame her hair.
"Thanks," breathed Hermione as she scrambled down to the Great Hall.
The first thing Hermione did when she entered was look up at the high table. Of course Snape wasn't there. He must've finished breakfast early. Or he's too ashamed to come to breakfast, thought Hermione.
"Hey, Hermione! What's the matter with you?" questioned a worried Harry. "You've been completely out of it since last night. You didn't even say goodnight."
"What? Oh, I'm so sorry, but honestly its nothing. I'll be fine after Potions is over," said Hermione, though she wasn't totally sure.
"Well that's good. You've barely said anything this morning," replied Harry as he snaked his arm around her waist.
"You know what? I forgot my homework in the common room. I need to go get it," lied Hermione after Harry got closer to her. She'd been feeling uncomfortable around him all morning.
"Well, I'll see you in Potions then?" asked Harry.
"Of course."
Hermione shot up off the seat and made her way slowly to Snape's class, trying to think of what she should do when she got there.
After a walk that didn't seem to take long enough, she made it to the dungeons.
God what am I going to do? I can't possibly walk in there early. He may think I'm obsessing or something. Oh fuck it! I really need to straighten this out.
After some serious debating with herself, she decided to take that big step, and open the door of the classroom.
The classroom was empty of course. Class didn't start for 5 more minutes. She looked around, hoping to find Snape sitting at his desk. She didn't.
Great. Now if I sit here, he'll think I've been here a long time, just WAITING to see him. This is going to be horrible.
Just then, footsteps interrupted her thoughts. It was none other than Snape, entering his classroom preparing for the group of dunderheads that would soon be filling the class.
Snape looked up after he opened the door and noticed Hermione sitting there looking slightly uncomfortable, while trying not to make eye contact.
"Holy fuck," whispered Snape.
Hermione heard what Snape whispered, therefore decided to do something about it.
"I was drunk," was all she could think of.
"Very well Miss Granger, but that does NOT take away what you did last night. What you did was very disrespectful and I expected better of you," replied Snape. Well, he thought that went well.
"I was talking about the kiss. I'm not taking back anything I said to you."
At that statement Snape was speechless. So she was referring to the kiss and not the way she acted. Well this does present some difficulty. Snape was looking rather sweaty now, for he didn't know what to say next.
"That's why I'm here right now. Not because I have some "infatuation" for you, which I know, was your first thought when you saw me sitting here. I just wanted to make sure that you know I still think you're a greasy git." Wow, was Hermione good. She can read minds too. That's exactly what Snape was thinking when he saw her sitting there.
"That's all very well, Miss Granger. I thank you for the update on what you think of me. Now if you don't mind, I have a class to prepare for, so get the hell out." Hermione's not the only one with a good comeback.
"News flash Professor. I'm IN your next class. Might I suggest writing down what houses you have at what times of the day," Hermione shot back.
"40 points from Gryffindor," said Snape, warily. He wasn't in the mood to put up with this witch anymore.
"HA. Is that all you can do? Remember, sir, I can take just as many points from Slytherin as you can from Gryffindor. I'm a Prefect, and taking points away from other houses is now permitted."
"Detention. Tonight at 8 o'clock. Be there or I will be forced to take more points"
"Yes, sir," replied Hermione in mock defeat. She wasn't giving up that easily.
Now students started filling in for another morning of hell with Potions Professor, Severus Snape.
All night Hermione tossed and turned thinking about how she could've possibly kissed her Potions Professor. Sure he was very smart and was on his toes in the most horrible situations, but he was still a greasy git! With his fucked up attitude and his evil sneer, she couldn't see how she even remotely thought about kissing him. The only thing she found out from this was that his hair wasn't really greasy…….just very shiny.
"HERMIONE!" screamed a voice in the distance.
"Huh? What? Oh, Parvati it's just you. What time is it?" asked Hermione in a sleepy daze.
"It's 7:30 so you'd better hurry up if you want to eat breakfast," said an aggravated Parvati. She'd been trying to get Hermione up for 5 minutes.
"Shit," whispered Hermione as she jumped out of bed and got her school clothes on while Parvati tried to tame her hair.
"Thanks," breathed Hermione as she scrambled down to the Great Hall.
The first thing Hermione did when she entered was look up at the high table. Of course Snape wasn't there. He must've finished breakfast early. Or he's too ashamed to come to breakfast, thought Hermione.
"Hey, Hermione! What's the matter with you?" questioned a worried Harry. "You've been completely out of it since last night. You didn't even say goodnight."
"What? Oh, I'm so sorry, but honestly its nothing. I'll be fine after Potions is over," said Hermione, though she wasn't totally sure.
"Well that's good. You've barely said anything this morning," replied Harry as he snaked his arm around her waist.
"You know what? I forgot my homework in the common room. I need to go get it," lied Hermione after Harry got closer to her. She'd been feeling uncomfortable around him all morning.
"Well, I'll see you in Potions then?" asked Harry.
"Of course."
Hermione shot up off the seat and made her way slowly to Snape's class, trying to think of what she should do when she got there.
After a walk that didn't seem to take long enough, she made it to the dungeons.
God what am I going to do? I can't possibly walk in there early. He may think I'm obsessing or something. Oh fuck it! I really need to straighten this out.
After some serious debating with herself, she decided to take that big step, and open the door of the classroom.
The classroom was empty of course. Class didn't start for 5 more minutes. She looked around, hoping to find Snape sitting at his desk. She didn't.
Great. Now if I sit here, he'll think I've been here a long time, just WAITING to see him. This is going to be horrible.
Just then, footsteps interrupted her thoughts. It was none other than Snape, entering his classroom preparing for the group of dunderheads that would soon be filling the class.
Snape looked up after he opened the door and noticed Hermione sitting there looking slightly uncomfortable, while trying not to make eye contact.
"Holy fuck," whispered Snape.
Hermione heard what Snape whispered, therefore decided to do something about it.
"I was drunk," was all she could think of.
"Very well Miss Granger, but that does NOT take away what you did last night. What you did was very disrespectful and I expected better of you," replied Snape. Well, he thought that went well.
"I was talking about the kiss. I'm not taking back anything I said to you."
At that statement Snape was speechless. So she was referring to the kiss and not the way she acted. Well this does present some difficulty. Snape was looking rather sweaty now, for he didn't know what to say next.
"That's why I'm here right now. Not because I have some "infatuation" for you, which I know, was your first thought when you saw me sitting here. I just wanted to make sure that you know I still think you're a greasy git." Wow, was Hermione good. She can read minds too. That's exactly what Snape was thinking when he saw her sitting there.
"That's all very well, Miss Granger. I thank you for the update on what you think of me. Now if you don't mind, I have a class to prepare for, so get the hell out." Hermione's not the only one with a good comeback.
"News flash Professor. I'm IN your next class. Might I suggest writing down what houses you have at what times of the day," Hermione shot back.
"40 points from Gryffindor," said Snape, warily. He wasn't in the mood to put up with this witch anymore.
"HA. Is that all you can do? Remember, sir, I can take just as many points from Slytherin as you can from Gryffindor. I'm a Prefect, and taking points away from other houses is now permitted."
"Detention. Tonight at 8 o'clock. Be there or I will be forced to take more points"
"Yes, sir," replied Hermione in mock defeat. She wasn't giving up that easily.
Now students started filling in for another morning of hell with Potions Professor, Severus Snape.
