Title: Into the Loving Arms of Magic
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: This time I really will get a little more into Severus/Iris. Let us not fret, I have fixed Harry/Iris too. At least in my head I have...Yeah, I know, the title for the chapter is stupid but I though it was funny...Oh, thanks A.Dee.Thanks so much to risi. Everything I thought was wrong with Iris, you told me. The reason she gets a letter from Hogwarts comes out later. It's very relevant to the plot but I hadn't emphasized it for a reason. Also Snape is the way he is also for a reason (it will come out in chapter nine and ten. Though I would have said that Snape is extremely out of character, but I couldn't help myself.) You're right there is a traumatic reason she is the way she is and the whole Ron thing will work itself out in just a few more chapters. Sorry my A/N are so long now! Have fun with my fic.
8.I don't think it's hunger.
The meeting with Dumbledore didn't go as badly as Iris had expected. He only warned her that one more fight would mean notification of her parents and two more fights would mean expulsion from Hogwarts, which he also added, hadn't happened in approximately fifty years. Iris hoped her temper wouldn't get to her anymore because even though she didn't have any friends, two of the teachers already didn't like her, and she had gotten into a fight twice already, she still liked it at Hogwarts and she still believed it to be one of the best wizarding schools in the world.
She was walking towards Snape's office for the second time that day. But this time it was for her detention. She knocked and went in as soon as he told her to.
"All right, Sev, what will I be brewing today?"
"Nothing." He didn't seem bothered by her calling him 'Sev' and she pondered about it for a moment but then dismissed it with the thought that perhaps he didn't notice.
"Then what?"
"You see, Miss Hernandez, I seemed to notice that you are most anxious when you are left alone with nothing to do. Or in your terms, bored. So what you will do is sit in that chair over there," He pointed his wand and it appeared there, "and watch me while I work." It was then that Iris noticed an empty cauldron behind her. She took a seat and prepared herself for a dull evening. Snape stirred the potion every so often and added ingredients as well. It was amazing to see him at work. He looked as though he wasn't even concentrating but rather doing it mechanically. That's impossible, thought Iris, potions have to be dealt with a great amount of caution. It could be dangerous for him to do it mechanically. Maybe I'm just tired and it's just my imagination. The ingredients he was using seemed familiar. Like something she'd read but had never attempted herself. Suddenly, it came to her.
"Professor?" she started, "Why are you making a Wolfsbane Potion? Do you know a werewolf?" Her eyes widened at the thought.
"Quiet. I need to concentrate."
"Yeah, sure especially since you're about to add the second drop of leech juice when you only need one for a Wolfsbane."
"Silence, I have done no such thing, I have not yet added the leech juice and even if I had, what do you know about Wolfsbane? You're but a mere fifth year."
"Okay then. Do whatever you want." Iris watched with satisfaction as Snape added the second drop and the potion began to bubble madly, something, which was not supposed to happen at all.
"See, I told you so, Sevie,"
"Quiet, you idiot girl. And you will call me Professor. That's final." His dark eyes suddenly looked enchanting to her even as he glared at her angrily.
"Okay Sev," She replied teasingly. He didn't hear her. "It's still fixable you know. All you have to do is-"
"Need I remind you, Miss Hernandez, who the Potions Master is here?"
Iris became silent as he stared at her and she felt lost in his gaze. He turned and continued to work. Iris smiled as she watched him try to amend his mistake. She got a feeling in her chest that made it a little difficult to breathe. The feeling felt vaguely familiar but she couldn't quit put her finger on it.
With rising horror she recognized that feeling and tried to shake it off, but deep inside she knew she couldn't.
"You may leave. I can't work with you watching me, by tomorrow I will have a suitable punishment for you," said Snape with his back to her. She left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He wouldn't, he couldn't, admit it to himself. It was a preposterous idea from the moment that he thought it, and yet was his not being able to concentrate really been the reason he let her go early? Or was it because he simply noticed her having too much fun and decided that wasn't how detention should be? Why wasn't he as nasty with her as he was with other Gryffindors? He pushed the thought into the back of his mind but moments later he found himself contemplating the idea that he, Severus Snape, might have romantic feelings toward a Gryffindor fifth year. And an American at that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Iris arrived in the Gryffindor common room with wild thoughts and emotions running through her mind. She needed to talk to someone who would tell her that was she was feeling wasn't what she thought it was. The only person she could think of was Hermione. She was the only girl. She climbed the stairs to the dormitory and walked into the room to come face to face with Parvati and Lavender.
"You're going to pay," said Parvati.
"Leave me the fuck alone," replied Iris with a smirk.
"You'll be singing a different tune soon enough," said Lavender. With that they left the room. Hermione was lying on her bed reading a book, apparently indifferent to what had just happened.
"Hermione, I need to talk to you."
"Oh, now you need to talk to me? It's a little late for that don't you think? And don't worry, I told Harry to watch out for a ruthless fighter like you."
"Okay Hermione, I'm sorry I snapped at you last night but I was just really angry and I was headed towards detention which didn't make the situation better but please, I need to talk to someone about this."
"All right. What is it?" She wasn't one to hold a grudge.
"First you have to swear you won't tell anyone."
"Okay Iris, I swear." Iris pulled out her pinky and Hermione looked at her questioningly.
"Just take my pinky with your pinky and say 'I hereby pinky promise'," said Iris with irritation evident in her tone. Hermione did as she was told. Iris told Hermione what had happened during her detention.
"Then while he looked in my eyes I felt this emotion in the pit of my stomach and I think it's because I like him. Please, please, tell me that's impossible," Iris begged.
"Well, I'm sorry but I really don't think it's impossible. Snape does kind of have this dark sensuality to him, and his eyes are dreamy. Not that he's my type but you could be attracted to him" Hermione answered in a bored tone.
"But really, I mean, he's a teacher." Iris looked anxiously at Hermione.
"I don't know what to tell you then. I gave you my opinion."
As Iris lay in bed that night she remembered Severus's intense gaze. The way his eyes looked like dark mirrors reflecting into his own dark soul. Maybe it's not so bad, she though sleepily, It's not like if he could feel the same for me, right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night Severus dreamed of Iris, and how it would feel to kiss her soft lips.
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: This time I really will get a little more into Severus/Iris. Let us not fret, I have fixed Harry/Iris too. At least in my head I have...Yeah, I know, the title for the chapter is stupid but I though it was funny...Oh, thanks A.Dee.Thanks so much to risi. Everything I thought was wrong with Iris, you told me. The reason she gets a letter from Hogwarts comes out later. It's very relevant to the plot but I hadn't emphasized it for a reason. Also Snape is the way he is also for a reason (it will come out in chapter nine and ten. Though I would have said that Snape is extremely out of character, but I couldn't help myself.) You're right there is a traumatic reason she is the way she is and the whole Ron thing will work itself out in just a few more chapters. Sorry my A/N are so long now! Have fun with my fic.
8.I don't think it's hunger.
The meeting with Dumbledore didn't go as badly as Iris had expected. He only warned her that one more fight would mean notification of her parents and two more fights would mean expulsion from Hogwarts, which he also added, hadn't happened in approximately fifty years. Iris hoped her temper wouldn't get to her anymore because even though she didn't have any friends, two of the teachers already didn't like her, and she had gotten into a fight twice already, she still liked it at Hogwarts and she still believed it to be one of the best wizarding schools in the world.
She was walking towards Snape's office for the second time that day. But this time it was for her detention. She knocked and went in as soon as he told her to.
"All right, Sev, what will I be brewing today?"
"Nothing." He didn't seem bothered by her calling him 'Sev' and she pondered about it for a moment but then dismissed it with the thought that perhaps he didn't notice.
"Then what?"
"You see, Miss Hernandez, I seemed to notice that you are most anxious when you are left alone with nothing to do. Or in your terms, bored. So what you will do is sit in that chair over there," He pointed his wand and it appeared there, "and watch me while I work." It was then that Iris noticed an empty cauldron behind her. She took a seat and prepared herself for a dull evening. Snape stirred the potion every so often and added ingredients as well. It was amazing to see him at work. He looked as though he wasn't even concentrating but rather doing it mechanically. That's impossible, thought Iris, potions have to be dealt with a great amount of caution. It could be dangerous for him to do it mechanically. Maybe I'm just tired and it's just my imagination. The ingredients he was using seemed familiar. Like something she'd read but had never attempted herself. Suddenly, it came to her.
"Professor?" she started, "Why are you making a Wolfsbane Potion? Do you know a werewolf?" Her eyes widened at the thought.
"Quiet. I need to concentrate."
"Yeah, sure especially since you're about to add the second drop of leech juice when you only need one for a Wolfsbane."
"Silence, I have done no such thing, I have not yet added the leech juice and even if I had, what do you know about Wolfsbane? You're but a mere fifth year."
"Okay then. Do whatever you want." Iris watched with satisfaction as Snape added the second drop and the potion began to bubble madly, something, which was not supposed to happen at all.
"See, I told you so, Sevie,"
"Quiet, you idiot girl. And you will call me Professor. That's final." His dark eyes suddenly looked enchanting to her even as he glared at her angrily.
"Okay Sev," She replied teasingly. He didn't hear her. "It's still fixable you know. All you have to do is-"
"Need I remind you, Miss Hernandez, who the Potions Master is here?"
Iris became silent as he stared at her and she felt lost in his gaze. He turned and continued to work. Iris smiled as she watched him try to amend his mistake. She got a feeling in her chest that made it a little difficult to breathe. The feeling felt vaguely familiar but she couldn't quit put her finger on it.
With rising horror she recognized that feeling and tried to shake it off, but deep inside she knew she couldn't.
"You may leave. I can't work with you watching me, by tomorrow I will have a suitable punishment for you," said Snape with his back to her. She left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He wouldn't, he couldn't, admit it to himself. It was a preposterous idea from the moment that he thought it, and yet was his not being able to concentrate really been the reason he let her go early? Or was it because he simply noticed her having too much fun and decided that wasn't how detention should be? Why wasn't he as nasty with her as he was with other Gryffindors? He pushed the thought into the back of his mind but moments later he found himself contemplating the idea that he, Severus Snape, might have romantic feelings toward a Gryffindor fifth year. And an American at that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Iris arrived in the Gryffindor common room with wild thoughts and emotions running through her mind. She needed to talk to someone who would tell her that was she was feeling wasn't what she thought it was. The only person she could think of was Hermione. She was the only girl. She climbed the stairs to the dormitory and walked into the room to come face to face with Parvati and Lavender.
"You're going to pay," said Parvati.
"Leave me the fuck alone," replied Iris with a smirk.
"You'll be singing a different tune soon enough," said Lavender. With that they left the room. Hermione was lying on her bed reading a book, apparently indifferent to what had just happened.
"Hermione, I need to talk to you."
"Oh, now you need to talk to me? It's a little late for that don't you think? And don't worry, I told Harry to watch out for a ruthless fighter like you."
"Okay Hermione, I'm sorry I snapped at you last night but I was just really angry and I was headed towards detention which didn't make the situation better but please, I need to talk to someone about this."
"All right. What is it?" She wasn't one to hold a grudge.
"First you have to swear you won't tell anyone."
"Okay Iris, I swear." Iris pulled out her pinky and Hermione looked at her questioningly.
"Just take my pinky with your pinky and say 'I hereby pinky promise'," said Iris with irritation evident in her tone. Hermione did as she was told. Iris told Hermione what had happened during her detention.
"Then while he looked in my eyes I felt this emotion in the pit of my stomach and I think it's because I like him. Please, please, tell me that's impossible," Iris begged.
"Well, I'm sorry but I really don't think it's impossible. Snape does kind of have this dark sensuality to him, and his eyes are dreamy. Not that he's my type but you could be attracted to him" Hermione answered in a bored tone.
"But really, I mean, he's a teacher." Iris looked anxiously at Hermione.
"I don't know what to tell you then. I gave you my opinion."
As Iris lay in bed that night she remembered Severus's intense gaze. The way his eyes looked like dark mirrors reflecting into his own dark soul. Maybe it's not so bad, she though sleepily, It's not like if he could feel the same for me, right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night Severus dreamed of Iris, and how it would feel to kiss her soft lips.