*Apprenticing Professor Snape*
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters..so yeah.I'm using them for my own twisted pleasure.
"Now Longbottom would you kindly stop flirting with Miss Granger and begin your essay or will it be another detention full of cauldron scrubbing?" Snape said cruelly to a whimpering Neville who was now sitting facing forward and erect in his seat. Hermione gave Snape a reproachful look then picked up her quill and began writing again. Slowly Severus Snape began circling his class, watching with a satisfactory smile as his 7th year double potions class silently bent over their essays covering anything and everything and anything on the effects of dragon's blood.
Snape noticed as he walked past Hermione again, just for the pleasure of hearing Neville whimper that the girl was on her third page. He looked in wonder at this extremely bright and bushy haired girl, she was the only one who had wanted to apprentice with him this summer. He knew all of his students loathed him with a passion, and he knew this girl had to really be insane if she wanted to spend hours on end with him.
She looked up at him her deep cinnamon eyes boring into his soul, he could feel the magical power emanating off of her. Glaring down at Hermione he raised an eyebrow and turned away, his gaze falling on Potter and Weasley. They were both scribbling on a piece of parchment and smiling. Something whizzed through the air and hit Potter square in the face; he looked up and saw Snape, then quickly shoved the paper into his robes. With Ron's freckled face blushing and Harry slowly opening and closing his mouth, the boys knew they had been caught.
"Detention you two for writing notes in my class and Ms. Granger for throwing mysterious objects around my room...I'll see the three of you at 6 pm." He smiled to himself and walked slowly back to his desk as he heard Hermione's appalled gasp and low outraged murmuring.
The rest of the hour slowly passed without anything else happening. Hermione was the first and only student to arrogantly stand up and push her five page essay onto his desk, almost daring him to mark anything wrong. Without giving her the slightest acknowledgement he stood up, "Homework tonight is to finish this essay to your fullest capabilities..which may be too much to ask for from most of you." He looked directly at Neville, "Class dismissed."
His gaze fell on Hermione as she gathered her books and pulled her hair out of its pony tail shaking it out. He was unintentionally watching her tresses of wavy brown hair tumble down her back, when he also noticed that little Weasley rat looking at her too.
He shook his head and sighed, he was really starting to go as crazy as Dumbledor these days. He glanced up in enough time to see the 'terrific three' walking out of his class, all of them fuming about their detention tonight. It was the last week of school which also meant the last week of the gloating Potter and his side-kick Weasel.
He sighed and picked up Hermione's essay and smiled with a hint of pride that he could not find one mistake on the entire paper.
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"I absolutely hate him! And on the last week of school..how could he!" Hermione fumed all the way too the great hall for dinner. Ron and Harry were silently laughing behind her trying not to snort when she turned around looking up at Ron.
"You two are horrible!" She sighed smiling as she collapsed on a bench at the Gryffindor table.
Ron smiled, "But 'mione isn't that why you love us so much." He and Harry put their heads together and stared dreamily at the ceiling jokingly. Hermione laughed, it was the last week of school and she had received all O's on her N.E.W.T.'s things really couldn't be going any better for her.
"So 'mione are you really going to be an apprentice for Snape? I thought you were going into charms, I mean how are you going to stand being with that thing everyday?" asked Ron with a look of disgust on his face.
"Well actually it really isn't going to be all that bad and besides when is an opportunity to study with one of the greatest potions masters ever going to come up again?" She looked at them with confidence, "Exactly my point, and Harry would you stop giving me that look." Harry was gazing at her curiously his head titled to the side. Then he spoke, "I bet he puts you under a spell and makes you fall in love with him, then keeps you locked away in his dungeon forever.." A grin spread across his face and Hermione closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
However Ron looked concerned, "Do you really think so Harry? Mione I don't think this is such a good idea I mean he is Snape!" Harry and Hermione laughed, Ron turned red and looked down at his plate, watching it magically fill with chicken, bread, broccoli, and a baked potato. After eating and watching Ron stuff his face with an enormous quantity of food they made their way back down to the dungeons.
"Come in" Snape harshly shouted at the tapping on his classroom door. The three of them entered their dreaded potions master's room quietly. With the hope that maybe their professor was in a forgiving mood, as they were after all four minutes early.
Severus looked up from grading papers, his eyes falling upon the three trouble makers he'd endured for seven years. They had grown remarkably into very handsome young adults, he knew they were all intelligent and had extremely bright futures ahead of them. A smile played across his lips, "Potter, Weasley you two have the pleasure of scrubbing my extremely dirty cauldrons tonight." He gestured to three large rows of oozing green cauldrons.
"Miss Granger follow me." He got up from his desk and strode to an open door on his left. Hermione sighed as the boys gave her apologetic glances, and followed him into the store room. She felt herself grow excited as she looked at the rows and rows of components, knowing each and everyone had a special purpose and effect. She ran her hands along the jars reading the small and cramped but tidy labels, all written by Snape.
"Now I would like you to clean every last one of these containers..you may have noticed all are in alphabetical order. I would appreciate it if they stayed like that, or I'll know who to come and find." Snape handed her a rag and pointed to a bucket of soap and water. "Tonight you'll be doing it.the old fashioned way." With that he turned on his heel and walked back into his classroom. Throwing a nasty look at the two diligently scrubbing boys, he then sat down with a sigh picking up another essay.
Several hours went by and Hermione was beginning to think she would be washing spell components for the rest of her life. She was working on a particularly shadowed part of the already dimly lit store room when her hand brushes against a small brown box. She glanced around the room then removed the box from its shelf..she was just about to open it when- "Find anything interesting Miss Granger?" Snape was leaning on the doorway, a half smile on his face.
He had been watching her for some time now, her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and little wisps of hair framed her face. Her sleeves had been scrunched up to her elbows and occasionally she would let out soft sighs and looks of longing when she picked up certain jars and vials. Now he watched as her face grew flushed, he noticed the same deep cinnamon brown eyes and rosy lips that he had grown accustomed to over the past seven years. She opened her mouth then decisively closed it lowering her head back down to the box; she took her rag and wiped the box clean then replaced it back on the cluttered shelf.
"I didn't think so." He drawled, "I had forgotten about you, your little friends left about an hour ago...I'll see you on Thursday in class."
Hermione let out an angry sigh; she had just wasted a whole hour here when she could be doing her homework or reading. Standing up she waved her wand putting away the rag and dirty water, looking up she noticed her professor staring at her. She stared straight back at him, shooting dagger looks into his raven black eyes. She walked towards him not breaking eye contact, and then when she was merely inches away from him, she walked straight past him and out of his classroom.
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A/N: um read and review perhaps? I hope you like it.I'm going to update often so tell me what you think.
****A VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETA.**** I love you Tavern Wench you're the best.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters..so yeah.I'm using them for my own twisted pleasure.
"Now Longbottom would you kindly stop flirting with Miss Granger and begin your essay or will it be another detention full of cauldron scrubbing?" Snape said cruelly to a whimpering Neville who was now sitting facing forward and erect in his seat. Hermione gave Snape a reproachful look then picked up her quill and began writing again. Slowly Severus Snape began circling his class, watching with a satisfactory smile as his 7th year double potions class silently bent over their essays covering anything and everything and anything on the effects of dragon's blood.
Snape noticed as he walked past Hermione again, just for the pleasure of hearing Neville whimper that the girl was on her third page. He looked in wonder at this extremely bright and bushy haired girl, she was the only one who had wanted to apprentice with him this summer. He knew all of his students loathed him with a passion, and he knew this girl had to really be insane if she wanted to spend hours on end with him.
She looked up at him her deep cinnamon eyes boring into his soul, he could feel the magical power emanating off of her. Glaring down at Hermione he raised an eyebrow and turned away, his gaze falling on Potter and Weasley. They were both scribbling on a piece of parchment and smiling. Something whizzed through the air and hit Potter square in the face; he looked up and saw Snape, then quickly shoved the paper into his robes. With Ron's freckled face blushing and Harry slowly opening and closing his mouth, the boys knew they had been caught.
"Detention you two for writing notes in my class and Ms. Granger for throwing mysterious objects around my room...I'll see the three of you at 6 pm." He smiled to himself and walked slowly back to his desk as he heard Hermione's appalled gasp and low outraged murmuring.
The rest of the hour slowly passed without anything else happening. Hermione was the first and only student to arrogantly stand up and push her five page essay onto his desk, almost daring him to mark anything wrong. Without giving her the slightest acknowledgement he stood up, "Homework tonight is to finish this essay to your fullest capabilities..which may be too much to ask for from most of you." He looked directly at Neville, "Class dismissed."
His gaze fell on Hermione as she gathered her books and pulled her hair out of its pony tail shaking it out. He was unintentionally watching her tresses of wavy brown hair tumble down her back, when he also noticed that little Weasley rat looking at her too.
He shook his head and sighed, he was really starting to go as crazy as Dumbledor these days. He glanced up in enough time to see the 'terrific three' walking out of his class, all of them fuming about their detention tonight. It was the last week of school which also meant the last week of the gloating Potter and his side-kick Weasel.
He sighed and picked up Hermione's essay and smiled with a hint of pride that he could not find one mistake on the entire paper.
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"I absolutely hate him! And on the last week of school..how could he!" Hermione fumed all the way too the great hall for dinner. Ron and Harry were silently laughing behind her trying not to snort when she turned around looking up at Ron.
"You two are horrible!" She sighed smiling as she collapsed on a bench at the Gryffindor table.
Ron smiled, "But 'mione isn't that why you love us so much." He and Harry put their heads together and stared dreamily at the ceiling jokingly. Hermione laughed, it was the last week of school and she had received all O's on her N.E.W.T.'s things really couldn't be going any better for her.
"So 'mione are you really going to be an apprentice for Snape? I thought you were going into charms, I mean how are you going to stand being with that thing everyday?" asked Ron with a look of disgust on his face.
"Well actually it really isn't going to be all that bad and besides when is an opportunity to study with one of the greatest potions masters ever going to come up again?" She looked at them with confidence, "Exactly my point, and Harry would you stop giving me that look." Harry was gazing at her curiously his head titled to the side. Then he spoke, "I bet he puts you under a spell and makes you fall in love with him, then keeps you locked away in his dungeon forever.." A grin spread across his face and Hermione closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
However Ron looked concerned, "Do you really think so Harry? Mione I don't think this is such a good idea I mean he is Snape!" Harry and Hermione laughed, Ron turned red and looked down at his plate, watching it magically fill with chicken, bread, broccoli, and a baked potato. After eating and watching Ron stuff his face with an enormous quantity of food they made their way back down to the dungeons.
"Come in" Snape harshly shouted at the tapping on his classroom door. The three of them entered their dreaded potions master's room quietly. With the hope that maybe their professor was in a forgiving mood, as they were after all four minutes early.
Severus looked up from grading papers, his eyes falling upon the three trouble makers he'd endured for seven years. They had grown remarkably into very handsome young adults, he knew they were all intelligent and had extremely bright futures ahead of them. A smile played across his lips, "Potter, Weasley you two have the pleasure of scrubbing my extremely dirty cauldrons tonight." He gestured to three large rows of oozing green cauldrons.
"Miss Granger follow me." He got up from his desk and strode to an open door on his left. Hermione sighed as the boys gave her apologetic glances, and followed him into the store room. She felt herself grow excited as she looked at the rows and rows of components, knowing each and everyone had a special purpose and effect. She ran her hands along the jars reading the small and cramped but tidy labels, all written by Snape.
"Now I would like you to clean every last one of these containers..you may have noticed all are in alphabetical order. I would appreciate it if they stayed like that, or I'll know who to come and find." Snape handed her a rag and pointed to a bucket of soap and water. "Tonight you'll be doing it.the old fashioned way." With that he turned on his heel and walked back into his classroom. Throwing a nasty look at the two diligently scrubbing boys, he then sat down with a sigh picking up another essay.
Several hours went by and Hermione was beginning to think she would be washing spell components for the rest of her life. She was working on a particularly shadowed part of the already dimly lit store room when her hand brushes against a small brown box. She glanced around the room then removed the box from its shelf..she was just about to open it when- "Find anything interesting Miss Granger?" Snape was leaning on the doorway, a half smile on his face.
He had been watching her for some time now, her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and little wisps of hair framed her face. Her sleeves had been scrunched up to her elbows and occasionally she would let out soft sighs and looks of longing when she picked up certain jars and vials. Now he watched as her face grew flushed, he noticed the same deep cinnamon brown eyes and rosy lips that he had grown accustomed to over the past seven years. She opened her mouth then decisively closed it lowering her head back down to the box; she took her rag and wiped the box clean then replaced it back on the cluttered shelf.
"I didn't think so." He drawled, "I had forgotten about you, your little friends left about an hour ago...I'll see you on Thursday in class."
Hermione let out an angry sigh; she had just wasted a whole hour here when she could be doing her homework or reading. Standing up she waved her wand putting away the rag and dirty water, looking up she noticed her professor staring at her. She stared straight back at him, shooting dagger looks into his raven black eyes. She walked towards him not breaking eye contact, and then when she was merely inches away from him, she walked straight past him and out of his classroom.
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A/N: um read and review perhaps? I hope you like it.I'm going to update often so tell me what you think.
****A VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETA.**** I love you Tavern Wench you're the best.