A/N - Hey guys . . . Sorry for not updating this for a while
(understatement I know) but I kinda gave up on it. I've had emails from
people who wanted me to continue and I decided to start writing again. So.
. . here it is.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters or settings in this fic.
Chapter 9
"And lastly, the seeker, for the Gryffindor team, Harrrrry Potterrrr!" Lee dragged Harry's name out as he announced the teams. Most of the crowd cheered loudly, the only people who didn't were, predictably, the Slytherins. The Slytherin team had already mounted their brooms and were flying around above the pitch waiting for the game to start. Just before Harry took off Draco landed in front of him with his usual sneer.
"Good luck Potter," He spat, "You'll need it, see you at the end of the game . . . after I catch the snitch."
"Malfoy, you haven't won yet, and you won't, not if I'm on the other team." Harry tried not to get angry. He was the better player and he didn't want to let his annoyance at Malfoy to cloud his vision.
Draco snorted, but he didn't have anything else to say so he flew off to wait with his team members. Harry flew to his and the game began.
Hermione was sitting in the top row of the Gryffindor stands with Ron. She had paid attention to the first ten minutes of the game and watch the Gryffindor chasers score three times to the Slytherins eight but, soon after that she let her mind wander to the thoughts that were most often on her mind. Him. Snape. Her professor. She couldn't stop thinking about him, the way he looked at her scared her sometimes, but it was exciting as well. She wondered if she could possibly be falling for him. 'Stop it!' She told herself, 'Even if I did fall for him, there would be nothing I could do about it, not only is he my professor and at LEAST twice my age, but he is under a spell.' Although she had told herself this many times she couldn't stop her emotions from going haywire whenever she was near him.
Ron startled her into the real world by hauling on her arm to get her attention.
"Look, Harry's seen the snitch, we're going to win!" Hermione looked up at the scoreboard to see that the core was now Gryffindor 90 to Slytherin 140, there wasn't much chance for Gryffindor to score, considering the referee was none other than the person she had been daydreaming about, Snape. She had been lost in her thoughts for at least half an hour, she searched the field for Harry and saw him and Malfoy flying next to each other trying to outfly each other.
Draco followed Harry's line of sight, trying to see the snitch. He spotted it quickly and tried to get in front of Harry but, the snitch darted off in a different direction and Harry turned away too fast for Malfoy to follow at once. Draco swerved to the right and tried to catch Harry. Harry had his hand outstretched and was just about to grab the little golden ball when Draco desperately spurred his broom on faster and knocked Harry's broom spinning . . . once . . . twice before he could control it. By the time he did Draco had landed on the ground and was holding the snitch up in the air for everyone to see.
Hermione sent her gaze to Snape, who looked like he was about to announce the winner. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't help himself, he looked at the girl, 'young woman' he corrected himself. He met her eyes and what he saw there melted him heart in an instant, she silently pleaded with him and he couldn't turn her away. He sighed and stood up,
"The winner of this match is," Draco preened himself and the Gryffindor team hung their heads, "Gryffindor!"
Instead of cheering or booing, the crowd was silent.
"Penalty to Draco Malfoy for an attempt to take Harry Potter out of the game, we all know Potter would have caught the snitch anyway." Draco threw his broom on the ground with such force that it cracked, "50 points from Slytherin for damage to equipment." Snape added with absolutely no expression.
The whole school broke out into noisy chaos then, the Slytherins were shouting that it wasn't fair and yelling for a rematch. Everyone else was cheering the loudest they could - Gryffindor had won and Draco Malfoy had just made it almost impossible for Slytherin to win the House Cup.
As they were walking back to their commonroom Harry asked Hermione if she still had detention or not. According to her original punishment she had three detentions left.
"Argh, don't remind me!" Hermione sighed, "Yeah, I'd better go, see you guys at dinner."
As she ran off in the direction of the dungeons something fell out of her robes, it was a scroll. When Ron bent down to pick it up he noticed that it had Harry's name on it so he decided to read it.
"Harry, you'd better have a look at this."
Hermione slowed down as she reached the dungeons, she didn't want to seem like she was hurrying to see him or anything. 'Not that I am' she reminded herself. She stopped suddenly as she heard voices in the potions classroom then she pressed herself into the shadows so she could listen.
"You can't do this to me, I am a Malfoy!" Obviously it was Draco, pleading with someone.
"Mr Malfoy, I am quite aware of who you are, but I am your teacher and house master, if you do not pull your grades up I will have to do something about it." Hermione sighed when she heard that voice, it was Snape.
"I'll write to my father." Draco yelled, "You'll be sorry you ever spoke to me like that."
Draco whirled past her, not noticing the darker patch of shadow, Snape followed but stopped at the doorway, he sighed.
"You can come out now Hermione." She jumped when he said that, more of the way her name sounded coming from him and less from the fact he knew she was there.
"Professor, do you . . . do you think . . . that he would do something?" Hermione timidly asked the tall imposing man beside her.
"Who knows," Snape shook his head, "Who knows."
Hermione wondered what Draco would do to 'make him sorry'
"Hermione follow me," Snape walked back into the potions room and to sat at the desk, while Hermione stood in front of it nervously, "I want you to re- organise all of the potions ingredients in alphabetical order."
Snape walked out and left Hermione standing there. 'Well,' she thought, 'At least it's not cleaning.'
She had just finished the crushed, pulped and chopped witch-hazel and was starting on the bottles of yucca when a noise behind her made her jump. She stood up and turned around.
"Hermione . . ." Snape stood behind her and looked down at her face, streamed with dirt and dust. 'By the gods she's beautiful,' he thought, 'why can't she be mine?'
"Oh, uh . . . professor," She self consciously brushed at her robes, "I was almost finished."
"That doesn't matter, I'll do it later." Hermione looked into his eyes to see if he was serious and almost got lost in them. He took a half step towards her and she walked, mesmerised, into his arms. He lifted one of his hands to her face and lifted her head up. She murmured something, but all he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears, he bent his face to hers and their mouths met. Hermione sighed inwardly, then deepened the kiss to the surprise and delight of them both.
A/N ~ Well . . . I hope you liked it. If any of you have any idea what I can make Draco try to do . . . . I would really like to hear it because I have no idea at all. My email is sami_in_love@hotmail.com or you can just drop it in a review . . . you WILL review it, won't you? *batts eyelashes*
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters or settings in this fic.
Chapter 9
"And lastly, the seeker, for the Gryffindor team, Harrrrry Potterrrr!" Lee dragged Harry's name out as he announced the teams. Most of the crowd cheered loudly, the only people who didn't were, predictably, the Slytherins. The Slytherin team had already mounted their brooms and were flying around above the pitch waiting for the game to start. Just before Harry took off Draco landed in front of him with his usual sneer.
"Good luck Potter," He spat, "You'll need it, see you at the end of the game . . . after I catch the snitch."
"Malfoy, you haven't won yet, and you won't, not if I'm on the other team." Harry tried not to get angry. He was the better player and he didn't want to let his annoyance at Malfoy to cloud his vision.
Draco snorted, but he didn't have anything else to say so he flew off to wait with his team members. Harry flew to his and the game began.
Hermione was sitting in the top row of the Gryffindor stands with Ron. She had paid attention to the first ten minutes of the game and watch the Gryffindor chasers score three times to the Slytherins eight but, soon after that she let her mind wander to the thoughts that were most often on her mind. Him. Snape. Her professor. She couldn't stop thinking about him, the way he looked at her scared her sometimes, but it was exciting as well. She wondered if she could possibly be falling for him. 'Stop it!' She told herself, 'Even if I did fall for him, there would be nothing I could do about it, not only is he my professor and at LEAST twice my age, but he is under a spell.' Although she had told herself this many times she couldn't stop her emotions from going haywire whenever she was near him.
Ron startled her into the real world by hauling on her arm to get her attention.
"Look, Harry's seen the snitch, we're going to win!" Hermione looked up at the scoreboard to see that the core was now Gryffindor 90 to Slytherin 140, there wasn't much chance for Gryffindor to score, considering the referee was none other than the person she had been daydreaming about, Snape. She had been lost in her thoughts for at least half an hour, she searched the field for Harry and saw him and Malfoy flying next to each other trying to outfly each other.
Draco followed Harry's line of sight, trying to see the snitch. He spotted it quickly and tried to get in front of Harry but, the snitch darted off in a different direction and Harry turned away too fast for Malfoy to follow at once. Draco swerved to the right and tried to catch Harry. Harry had his hand outstretched and was just about to grab the little golden ball when Draco desperately spurred his broom on faster and knocked Harry's broom spinning . . . once . . . twice before he could control it. By the time he did Draco had landed on the ground and was holding the snitch up in the air for everyone to see.
Hermione sent her gaze to Snape, who looked like he was about to announce the winner. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't help himself, he looked at the girl, 'young woman' he corrected himself. He met her eyes and what he saw there melted him heart in an instant, she silently pleaded with him and he couldn't turn her away. He sighed and stood up,
"The winner of this match is," Draco preened himself and the Gryffindor team hung their heads, "Gryffindor!"
Instead of cheering or booing, the crowd was silent.
"Penalty to Draco Malfoy for an attempt to take Harry Potter out of the game, we all know Potter would have caught the snitch anyway." Draco threw his broom on the ground with such force that it cracked, "50 points from Slytherin for damage to equipment." Snape added with absolutely no expression.
The whole school broke out into noisy chaos then, the Slytherins were shouting that it wasn't fair and yelling for a rematch. Everyone else was cheering the loudest they could - Gryffindor had won and Draco Malfoy had just made it almost impossible for Slytherin to win the House Cup.
As they were walking back to their commonroom Harry asked Hermione if she still had detention or not. According to her original punishment she had three detentions left.
"Argh, don't remind me!" Hermione sighed, "Yeah, I'd better go, see you guys at dinner."
As she ran off in the direction of the dungeons something fell out of her robes, it was a scroll. When Ron bent down to pick it up he noticed that it had Harry's name on it so he decided to read it.
"Harry, you'd better have a look at this."
Hermione slowed down as she reached the dungeons, she didn't want to seem like she was hurrying to see him or anything. 'Not that I am' she reminded herself. She stopped suddenly as she heard voices in the potions classroom then she pressed herself into the shadows so she could listen.
"You can't do this to me, I am a Malfoy!" Obviously it was Draco, pleading with someone.
"Mr Malfoy, I am quite aware of who you are, but I am your teacher and house master, if you do not pull your grades up I will have to do something about it." Hermione sighed when she heard that voice, it was Snape.
"I'll write to my father." Draco yelled, "You'll be sorry you ever spoke to me like that."
Draco whirled past her, not noticing the darker patch of shadow, Snape followed but stopped at the doorway, he sighed.
"You can come out now Hermione." She jumped when he said that, more of the way her name sounded coming from him and less from the fact he knew she was there.
"Professor, do you . . . do you think . . . that he would do something?" Hermione timidly asked the tall imposing man beside her.
"Who knows," Snape shook his head, "Who knows."
Hermione wondered what Draco would do to 'make him sorry'
"Hermione follow me," Snape walked back into the potions room and to sat at the desk, while Hermione stood in front of it nervously, "I want you to re- organise all of the potions ingredients in alphabetical order."
Snape walked out and left Hermione standing there. 'Well,' she thought, 'At least it's not cleaning.'
She had just finished the crushed, pulped and chopped witch-hazel and was starting on the bottles of yucca when a noise behind her made her jump. She stood up and turned around.
"Hermione . . ." Snape stood behind her and looked down at her face, streamed with dirt and dust. 'By the gods she's beautiful,' he thought, 'why can't she be mine?'
"Oh, uh . . . professor," She self consciously brushed at her robes, "I was almost finished."
"That doesn't matter, I'll do it later." Hermione looked into his eyes to see if he was serious and almost got lost in them. He took a half step towards her and she walked, mesmerised, into his arms. He lifted one of his hands to her face and lifted her head up. She murmured something, but all he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears, he bent his face to hers and their mouths met. Hermione sighed inwardly, then deepened the kiss to the surprise and delight of them both.
A/N ~ Well . . . I hope you liked it. If any of you have any idea what I can make Draco try to do . . . . I would really like to hear it because I have no idea at all. My email is sami_in_love@hotmail.com or you can just drop it in a review . . . you WILL review it, won't you? *batts eyelashes*