Title - I love you, Severus Snape
Author - Me
Rating - PG-13
Disclaimer - Blah blah not mine blah J.K. Rowlings.
Chapter Summery - I go to detention, shout at snape, and get injured....
A/N - Writers block, broken toe, hair-cut, RPG, sorry I couldn't update. I had alot of things on my 2-Do list. Here is the long-awaited Detention.
Special treat - I sorta reveal my feelings to Snape, and alot more than he needs to know...
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, todays the big day. BAD big day actually. I wanted to not be hated by Professor Snape, I just wanted to tell him that I thought taking points from Gryffindor for being a Gryffindor was wrong and unjust. Easyer said than Done. Trust me.
Also, I was nervous. Bad. Bad bad bad. When I'm nervous, I eat. I eat about 3 times my weight. So I had to occupy myself, and what better way to do that then to involve myself with Tiegha and Draco? Excatly.
I started my 'involvment' -which was later named 'mettling' by Tiegha- by following them around outside. It was saturday and we had Hogsmeade. Well, they did. And they occupied their time by roaming around outside until it was time to leave.
I wasn't really in a goody-goody mood, so everynow and then I caused a little..mischief. It was all in good nature, like when Draco was about to touch Tiegha's but, I sent a spell at her ass to make it smoke. Poor Draco and Tiegha.
When dinner fianally did come I had set about 3 things on fire (incluing Tiegha's hair, accidently of course!) and gotton Draco snagged 7 times on whatever was around him. When dinner did come, Tiegha didn't know who did all those 'Horrible' things to her, I didn't bother to tell her it was me.(until much later, of course).
So, dinner, right. I offically re-nouced my 'vegitairian' status when I saw they actually had American food. While everyone else poked and prodded, me and Tiegha dug in. I ate a whole Pork Lion(nervousness) and had 4 glasses of pumkin juice. For desert I barley touched my pudding. Tiegha ate it. She didn't even ask before she picked, but I don't mind. Its a habit we best friends devolped. If you want something on the others plate, take it.
Tiegha left a little early wishing me luck. She and Draco were staying overnight at a Hogsmeade hotel. In seprate rooms of course. I changed their reservations so they would have seprate rooms. I hope I made them happy (NOT!)
Okay, so I left a little early to. I was scared stiff, and the dinner I had was NOT doing me ANY justice. At all. Next time I plan to eat less. Much less. And to think, I only weigh 95 pounds. Getting ready was not easy.
I hacked off my chest lenth (it grew) hair until it was slightly higher than my shoulders. I took off 3 inches. I think it was a positive change.
Now for clothes... I put on a new shirt and tie (what can I say? I'm a messy eater even if I don't mean to be.) Then I found one of Tiegha's busness skirts and put that one. Thank Gods we weigh about the same. I made sure my robe was buttoned tight. When I looked in the mirror I applied make- up.
Only a little, light pink lipgloss, light lavender eye-shadow, and a touch of blush. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I examined myself once more and thought - 'God how did I get sorted into Gryffindor? I have no courage. I'm a wimp.' But looking at myself, I could see I looked somewhat like I knew what I was doing. Then I grabed some high-heels.
I removed my socks and put on the red & gold heels. They were a Chirstmas present from my Fashion-centered sister Michelle. Gryffindor colors. B-e-a- utiful. And it made me taller. I went from 5'3 to 5'5. Snape is 6'4. These heels might not do me as much justice as I thought they would, but it worked all the same.
So off to my detention. I walked rather quickly in my opion, I couldn't help but think that what I was doing would get me into a load of truble I didn't want. In my head I kept reapeting 'Unfair and unjust,' why? Because I thought I might get so nervous that I would forget why I was there.
I arrived at the door and didn't knock. It was about 7:45 in my guess. My dention was 8, I didn't want points off for being early. Thinking about the fact that he probley would take points off for being early made me mad. Very mad. Perfect timing for a spark of bravery. I knocked, keeping time I knew it was 8 o' clock sharp.
"Enter" I melted. Bad me. Very bad me. And when I did enter, things only went downhill. He was sitting at his desk with his arms crossed, leaning back in his chair with a small strand of hair in his eyes. The EXACT position he was in in a dream I had about myself and him. Lets just say there are other things Snape's dungeons can be used for. (Well, in my fantasy's that is...)
"Erm.. Professor Snape," I said quietly. Damn me being shy.
"You will be re-arranging the jars on the shelfs in my office. Alphabetical order. No magic."
Well, that got to the point. I rushed to do my detention, which I thought I had earned until I got there and relized how hard it actually would be. I got to work, although it was difficult -as I had imagined- not knowing what some of the jars contained and what-not. Those are the jars I made guesses on where they go.
When I was through I set off to my self-punishment. Thats what it was really. Professor Snape looked up and spoke-
"Done?"
"Erm..er..yeah."
"You're free to go then."
"Uh.. Professor, I don't want to go."
"Excuse me Miss Hunt?"
Blast of Curage. That tone was menacing. Perfect.
"You are excused. I want to discuss you.. er.. injustment towards us Gryffindors. You take points off us just for being Gryffindors. Its immoraly and inhumanly wrong and-"
"Miss Hunt, the way I treat my students is for me to decide, not you. If you happen to think my treatment is..'unfair' then, as Slytherins say - 'Deal with it'."
Grrr. Bastard. Big Bastard. Flames..yes. Tears... not. Mixed emotions. Then I lost controll over my mouth and feet. They began to do what they want. I cleared my throat and said in the loudest voice I could manage-
"How dare you, you self-important Bastard!?!?! How the fuck dare you! I actually was doing well in your class till you had to show your bloody fucking attitude with me. I was the ONE gryffindor who NEVER said a single bad thing about you. EVER! I stood up for you when they called you names and joked about you, and I stood up for you when they said that the 10 points you took off was unfair. I told them I deserved it because I could be a twit at times. And then you go acting all 'high and mighty' on me! I can't belive I actually had a crush on you! I can't belive I loved you!"
Snape's mouth dropped. He regained composure quickly and ask in a shaky voice-
"Y..You had a..you were in love with me?"
I growled my awsner- "Duh!"
He narrowed his eyes and spat "Liar! 50 points from Gryffindor for being a potty-mouthed liar you dirty little wench!"
Okay. I was crying now. How dare he?
"How dare you call me a liar! I really did love you, to bad monster/bastards can't love back." Then I ran out of there. And Snape chased me. He actually chased me. I can't run in heels very well, and he has longer legs. Good thing I think on my feet.
He was just about to grab my shoulder when I darted down the nearest corridor and ran stright for the astronmy tower.
I curled up in a coner and cried. I sobbed and I heard noises other than my own. Turns out Ron was makeing- out with Lavender Brown up here. I guess she really has been-the-rounds. Tisk Tisk Ron, what would Hermione say?
So I sobbed and sobbed, They didn't even stop snogging to ask me what was wrong. Ignorant jerks.
When they fainally did ask I told them to leave me alone and I charged head first towards to door. Right when I was about to open it, it opened itself. Or.. Someone opened it. I was still head first, and the door crashed into my head sending my flying across the room.
The last thing I remember is person with black hair in black robes (Snape..couldn't be..) with strong arms picking me up like a baby before I blacked out.
Author - Me
Rating - PG-13
Disclaimer - Blah blah not mine blah J.K. Rowlings.
Chapter Summery - I go to detention, shout at snape, and get injured....
A/N - Writers block, broken toe, hair-cut, RPG, sorry I couldn't update. I had alot of things on my 2-Do list. Here is the long-awaited Detention.
Special treat - I sorta reveal my feelings to Snape, and alot more than he needs to know...
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, todays the big day. BAD big day actually. I wanted to not be hated by Professor Snape, I just wanted to tell him that I thought taking points from Gryffindor for being a Gryffindor was wrong and unjust. Easyer said than Done. Trust me.
Also, I was nervous. Bad. Bad bad bad. When I'm nervous, I eat. I eat about 3 times my weight. So I had to occupy myself, and what better way to do that then to involve myself with Tiegha and Draco? Excatly.
I started my 'involvment' -which was later named 'mettling' by Tiegha- by following them around outside. It was saturday and we had Hogsmeade. Well, they did. And they occupied their time by roaming around outside until it was time to leave.
I wasn't really in a goody-goody mood, so everynow and then I caused a little..mischief. It was all in good nature, like when Draco was about to touch Tiegha's but, I sent a spell at her ass to make it smoke. Poor Draco and Tiegha.
When dinner fianally did come I had set about 3 things on fire (incluing Tiegha's hair, accidently of course!) and gotton Draco snagged 7 times on whatever was around him. When dinner did come, Tiegha didn't know who did all those 'Horrible' things to her, I didn't bother to tell her it was me.(until much later, of course).
So, dinner, right. I offically re-nouced my 'vegitairian' status when I saw they actually had American food. While everyone else poked and prodded, me and Tiegha dug in. I ate a whole Pork Lion(nervousness) and had 4 glasses of pumkin juice. For desert I barley touched my pudding. Tiegha ate it. She didn't even ask before she picked, but I don't mind. Its a habit we best friends devolped. If you want something on the others plate, take it.
Tiegha left a little early wishing me luck. She and Draco were staying overnight at a Hogsmeade hotel. In seprate rooms of course. I changed their reservations so they would have seprate rooms. I hope I made them happy (NOT!)
Okay, so I left a little early to. I was scared stiff, and the dinner I had was NOT doing me ANY justice. At all. Next time I plan to eat less. Much less. And to think, I only weigh 95 pounds. Getting ready was not easy.
I hacked off my chest lenth (it grew) hair until it was slightly higher than my shoulders. I took off 3 inches. I think it was a positive change.
Now for clothes... I put on a new shirt and tie (what can I say? I'm a messy eater even if I don't mean to be.) Then I found one of Tiegha's busness skirts and put that one. Thank Gods we weigh about the same. I made sure my robe was buttoned tight. When I looked in the mirror I applied make- up.
Only a little, light pink lipgloss, light lavender eye-shadow, and a touch of blush. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I examined myself once more and thought - 'God how did I get sorted into Gryffindor? I have no courage. I'm a wimp.' But looking at myself, I could see I looked somewhat like I knew what I was doing. Then I grabed some high-heels.
I removed my socks and put on the red & gold heels. They were a Chirstmas present from my Fashion-centered sister Michelle. Gryffindor colors. B-e-a- utiful. And it made me taller. I went from 5'3 to 5'5. Snape is 6'4. These heels might not do me as much justice as I thought they would, but it worked all the same.
So off to my detention. I walked rather quickly in my opion, I couldn't help but think that what I was doing would get me into a load of truble I didn't want. In my head I kept reapeting 'Unfair and unjust,' why? Because I thought I might get so nervous that I would forget why I was there.
I arrived at the door and didn't knock. It was about 7:45 in my guess. My dention was 8, I didn't want points off for being early. Thinking about the fact that he probley would take points off for being early made me mad. Very mad. Perfect timing for a spark of bravery. I knocked, keeping time I knew it was 8 o' clock sharp.
"Enter" I melted. Bad me. Very bad me. And when I did enter, things only went downhill. He was sitting at his desk with his arms crossed, leaning back in his chair with a small strand of hair in his eyes. The EXACT position he was in in a dream I had about myself and him. Lets just say there are other things Snape's dungeons can be used for. (Well, in my fantasy's that is...)
"Erm.. Professor Snape," I said quietly. Damn me being shy.
"You will be re-arranging the jars on the shelfs in my office. Alphabetical order. No magic."
Well, that got to the point. I rushed to do my detention, which I thought I had earned until I got there and relized how hard it actually would be. I got to work, although it was difficult -as I had imagined- not knowing what some of the jars contained and what-not. Those are the jars I made guesses on where they go.
When I was through I set off to my self-punishment. Thats what it was really. Professor Snape looked up and spoke-
"Done?"
"Erm..er..yeah."
"You're free to go then."
"Uh.. Professor, I don't want to go."
"Excuse me Miss Hunt?"
Blast of Curage. That tone was menacing. Perfect.
"You are excused. I want to discuss you.. er.. injustment towards us Gryffindors. You take points off us just for being Gryffindors. Its immoraly and inhumanly wrong and-"
"Miss Hunt, the way I treat my students is for me to decide, not you. If you happen to think my treatment is..'unfair' then, as Slytherins say - 'Deal with it'."
Grrr. Bastard. Big Bastard. Flames..yes. Tears... not. Mixed emotions. Then I lost controll over my mouth and feet. They began to do what they want. I cleared my throat and said in the loudest voice I could manage-
"How dare you, you self-important Bastard!?!?! How the fuck dare you! I actually was doing well in your class till you had to show your bloody fucking attitude with me. I was the ONE gryffindor who NEVER said a single bad thing about you. EVER! I stood up for you when they called you names and joked about you, and I stood up for you when they said that the 10 points you took off was unfair. I told them I deserved it because I could be a twit at times. And then you go acting all 'high and mighty' on me! I can't belive I actually had a crush on you! I can't belive I loved you!"
Snape's mouth dropped. He regained composure quickly and ask in a shaky voice-
"Y..You had a..you were in love with me?"
I growled my awsner- "Duh!"
He narrowed his eyes and spat "Liar! 50 points from Gryffindor for being a potty-mouthed liar you dirty little wench!"
Okay. I was crying now. How dare he?
"How dare you call me a liar! I really did love you, to bad monster/bastards can't love back." Then I ran out of there. And Snape chased me. He actually chased me. I can't run in heels very well, and he has longer legs. Good thing I think on my feet.
He was just about to grab my shoulder when I darted down the nearest corridor and ran stright for the astronmy tower.
I curled up in a coner and cried. I sobbed and I heard noises other than my own. Turns out Ron was makeing- out with Lavender Brown up here. I guess she really has been-the-rounds. Tisk Tisk Ron, what would Hermione say?
So I sobbed and sobbed, They didn't even stop snogging to ask me what was wrong. Ignorant jerks.
When they fainally did ask I told them to leave me alone and I charged head first towards to door. Right when I was about to open it, it opened itself. Or.. Someone opened it. I was still head first, and the door crashed into my head sending my flying across the room.
The last thing I remember is person with black hair in black robes (Snape..couldn't be..) with strong arms picking me up like a baby before I blacked out.