Acting Weird
Hermione ran to the dungeons. It was nearly 4. She had been doing Potions homework even though it wasn't due to be handed in until Tuesday. She was out of breath and had to stop for a rest. After a minute she continued to run.
The Potions room was open so she walked in. "You're late Ms. Granger," Snape said, without looking up from the papers he was sorting. "Sorry." "You should be more prompt," he said in that silky tone. "Sorry," she repeated. At this he looked up. *He looks different,* she thought.
"Hermione," he said, his voice like velvet. Hermione was more than a little shocked, but what he said next was an even bigger shock. "What do you think of my teaching skills?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, not quite sure if she heard him correctly. "What do you think of my teaching skills?" he repeated. "I, eh, think..... eh, very highly of your teaching skills. You teach very well," she said, still shocked. "Good," he replied, nodding his head slightly. "And what do you think of me?" She stared at him blankly. "What I mean to say is.......... do you like me," he asked. "Yes. You're a really good teacher." She was nervous. "No. I mean do you like ME?" he said. Hermione was getting uncomfortable - yet she wanted to stay "Yes. I do." "In what way?" His eyes were unlike his own. "More that you could know," she replied. Her knees were weak. "So I was right," Snape said triumphantly "What?" "I - was - right. I finally got you to admit it." Hermione, once again, could hardly breathe.
Snape stood up from his chair. He dragged something heavy from behind the desk. At first Hermione couldn't see what it was. When she saw it clearly, her face showed a mixture of being confused and horrified.
Hermione ran to the dungeons. It was nearly 4. She had been doing Potions homework even though it wasn't due to be handed in until Tuesday. She was out of breath and had to stop for a rest. After a minute she continued to run.
The Potions room was open so she walked in. "You're late Ms. Granger," Snape said, without looking up from the papers he was sorting. "Sorry." "You should be more prompt," he said in that silky tone. "Sorry," she repeated. At this he looked up. *He looks different,* she thought.
"Hermione," he said, his voice like velvet. Hermione was more than a little shocked, but what he said next was an even bigger shock. "What do you think of my teaching skills?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, not quite sure if she heard him correctly. "What do you think of my teaching skills?" he repeated. "I, eh, think..... eh, very highly of your teaching skills. You teach very well," she said, still shocked. "Good," he replied, nodding his head slightly. "And what do you think of me?" She stared at him blankly. "What I mean to say is.......... do you like me," he asked. "Yes. You're a really good teacher." She was nervous. "No. I mean do you like ME?" he said. Hermione was getting uncomfortable - yet she wanted to stay "Yes. I do." "In what way?" His eyes were unlike his own. "More that you could know," she replied. Her knees were weak. "So I was right," Snape said triumphantly "What?" "I - was - right. I finally got you to admit it." Hermione, once again, could hardly breathe.
Snape stood up from his chair. He dragged something heavy from behind the desk. At first Hermione couldn't see what it was. When she saw it clearly, her face showed a mixture of being confused and horrified.