J.K, you stole my characters! no, just kidding, but you could have!
After a week of telling classes about their syllabus and going through the normal "First week work", Hermione couldn't wait to begin teaching real Defense against the dark arts. Even her Slytherin classes weren't particularly bad, though there was the natural and expected rivalry, not only between the students but still, as Hermione remembered, between Snape and McGonagall. The other two houses showed less competition, but it was the way it had always been, Gryffindor and Slytherin ahead of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Sat at her desk, Hermione twirled a strand of sleek, auburn hair around her finger and started the report Dumbledore had asked her to write, based on her first week as a teacher, more feedback than anything but being the same as ever she had been, Hermione took it 100% seriously, never giving half when she could give her all. As she dipped the quill into the ink, she thought back to a few days ago, when she had been so nervous and laughed at herself. Hermione's eyes began to drop as the drowsiness set in. She found her mind wandering, thinking about Snape. Upon realisation of this, Hermione sat bolt upright, wondering what had caused the notion and put it down to being too tired to know any better. Picking up her books and quills, she locked the classroom door and started towards the Gryffindor tower, dropping her quills in the process. Just as she crouched to pick them up, she found herself face to face with none other than Severus Snape. As their hands brushed, both attempting to pick up the quills, Hermione retracted with a sharp intake of breath, leaving Snape to pick up the quills, give a small smile then regain his posture, leaving her there, alone.
Hermione, still quite stunned, wasn't sure what had just happened. she had brushed hands with Severus Snape, the one teacher who she had detested throughout her entire school career. She had felt a surge of electricity as it had occured, an electricity she wanted to feel more of, yet she was caught off guard, feeling very naive, vulnerable, and most importantly scared. He did something to her, but she didn't know what and moreover, didn't know if she wanted to know. Hermione knew that he knew what he was doing, whether she knew what it was or not, and she wanted to be inside his mind. There was something, something magnetic about him, he wanted to draw her in. Realising she was still staring at the spot where he had been, Hermione made her way up the stairs, back to her room.
Severus Snape swept up the cold and damp steps of the Slytherin tower, on the way to his room. His chamber door opened as he reached the top step and he darted in, slamming the door behind him. He sat down at the desk, dropping a pile of essays on polyjuice potions, and beginning to read, though his concentration was lacking. He knew why, it was Miss Granger, that incessantly annoying child, though she seemed not at all annoying, and she definately wasn't a child anymore! He recollected that startled look in her eyes, as his hand had moved over hers, her emerald eyes had sparkled defiantly and a current had passed between them. Of course, he hadn't been insincere when he had wished Miss Granger good luck several days ago, however, he hadn't meant to cross her path too much, or make idle chit chat if he did not have to, but now, it seemed he wanted to. What was it about her that made him catch his breath? She had seemed so alone, so wanting. Not one to admit to emotions, Severus found it hard to think about his feelings yet she wouldn't leave his mind, no matter how much he willed it. Was he, Severus Snape, attracted to her?
Hermione paced up and down her room, evidently distressed. She squealed with fright at the knock on her door, the realising it wouldn't be Snape, she shook her head in disbelief, and walked over the room to open the door. Faced by Minerva McGonagall, Hermione gave a sigh of relief and let her in.
"Professor McGonagall, is something wrong?" Hermione asked the elder woman.
"Not at all child, I just wanted to check on you, and catch up a bit more," Minerva replied, "How have things been this week?"
"Oh, everyone has been so welcoming, and the kids are great, most of them, willing to work. Theres even some that remind me of Harry, Ron and myself" Hermione confessed, then realising what she had said, and looking down.
"Don't worry that you spoke their names, Hermione, you need to talk about them, about your past. I know it hurts, but it will get better," McGonagall chided. "I shall let you sleep now, and see you at breakfast tomorrow."
"Wait," Hermione turned around, "Does Snape seem different to you, in any way?"
"No, why?" questioned McGonagall, looking curious that Hermione would ask something related to Snape.
"Oh, I just noticed a change in his attidude, thats all," Hermione smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow." And I'll see him tomorrow, she thought, closing the door softly with a vision of him on her mind.
*Thanks again for the reviews. They have all been fab and I'm glad you all like the story so far. I feel my writing techniques have improved and the quality of the story is better than the last so I hope you continue to like it! Naomi xx*
After a week of telling classes about their syllabus and going through the normal "First week work", Hermione couldn't wait to begin teaching real Defense against the dark arts. Even her Slytherin classes weren't particularly bad, though there was the natural and expected rivalry, not only between the students but still, as Hermione remembered, between Snape and McGonagall. The other two houses showed less competition, but it was the way it had always been, Gryffindor and Slytherin ahead of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Sat at her desk, Hermione twirled a strand of sleek, auburn hair around her finger and started the report Dumbledore had asked her to write, based on her first week as a teacher, more feedback than anything but being the same as ever she had been, Hermione took it 100% seriously, never giving half when she could give her all. As she dipped the quill into the ink, she thought back to a few days ago, when she had been so nervous and laughed at herself. Hermione's eyes began to drop as the drowsiness set in. She found her mind wandering, thinking about Snape. Upon realisation of this, Hermione sat bolt upright, wondering what had caused the notion and put it down to being too tired to know any better. Picking up her books and quills, she locked the classroom door and started towards the Gryffindor tower, dropping her quills in the process. Just as she crouched to pick them up, she found herself face to face with none other than Severus Snape. As their hands brushed, both attempting to pick up the quills, Hermione retracted with a sharp intake of breath, leaving Snape to pick up the quills, give a small smile then regain his posture, leaving her there, alone.
Hermione, still quite stunned, wasn't sure what had just happened. she had brushed hands with Severus Snape, the one teacher who she had detested throughout her entire school career. She had felt a surge of electricity as it had occured, an electricity she wanted to feel more of, yet she was caught off guard, feeling very naive, vulnerable, and most importantly scared. He did something to her, but she didn't know what and moreover, didn't know if she wanted to know. Hermione knew that he knew what he was doing, whether she knew what it was or not, and she wanted to be inside his mind. There was something, something magnetic about him, he wanted to draw her in. Realising she was still staring at the spot where he had been, Hermione made her way up the stairs, back to her room.
Severus Snape swept up the cold and damp steps of the Slytherin tower, on the way to his room. His chamber door opened as he reached the top step and he darted in, slamming the door behind him. He sat down at the desk, dropping a pile of essays on polyjuice potions, and beginning to read, though his concentration was lacking. He knew why, it was Miss Granger, that incessantly annoying child, though she seemed not at all annoying, and she definately wasn't a child anymore! He recollected that startled look in her eyes, as his hand had moved over hers, her emerald eyes had sparkled defiantly and a current had passed between them. Of course, he hadn't been insincere when he had wished Miss Granger good luck several days ago, however, he hadn't meant to cross her path too much, or make idle chit chat if he did not have to, but now, it seemed he wanted to. What was it about her that made him catch his breath? She had seemed so alone, so wanting. Not one to admit to emotions, Severus found it hard to think about his feelings yet she wouldn't leave his mind, no matter how much he willed it. Was he, Severus Snape, attracted to her?
Hermione paced up and down her room, evidently distressed. She squealed with fright at the knock on her door, the realising it wouldn't be Snape, she shook her head in disbelief, and walked over the room to open the door. Faced by Minerva McGonagall, Hermione gave a sigh of relief and let her in.
"Professor McGonagall, is something wrong?" Hermione asked the elder woman.
"Not at all child, I just wanted to check on you, and catch up a bit more," Minerva replied, "How have things been this week?"
"Oh, everyone has been so welcoming, and the kids are great, most of them, willing to work. Theres even some that remind me of Harry, Ron and myself" Hermione confessed, then realising what she had said, and looking down.
"Don't worry that you spoke their names, Hermione, you need to talk about them, about your past. I know it hurts, but it will get better," McGonagall chided. "I shall let you sleep now, and see you at breakfast tomorrow."
"Wait," Hermione turned around, "Does Snape seem different to you, in any way?"
"No, why?" questioned McGonagall, looking curious that Hermione would ask something related to Snape.
"Oh, I just noticed a change in his attidude, thats all," Hermione smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow." And I'll see him tomorrow, she thought, closing the door softly with a vision of him on her mind.
*Thanks again for the reviews. They have all been fab and I'm glad you all like the story so far. I feel my writing techniques have improved and the quality of the story is better than the last so I hope you continue to like it! Naomi xx*