One potion, One detention, One love. SS/HG
As much as I'd like to, I own nothing of this. All rights belong to JKR etc.
Chapter one,
Hermione sprinted down the stone corridor leading to the dungeons, she was already late for her detention with Snape but she didn't want to give him an excuse to take off extra points for every minute she was late by. It was Malfoy's fault that she was running late, tripping her up as she came out of the Gryffindor portrait hall. She'd gone flying, sending her bag spilling across the floor.
"Bastard" she muttered, it was down to him that she had detention in the first place. During the potions lesson that afternoon he'd made one too many mudblood comments, causing her to lose her temper and curse him with a spell that made his face erupt in painful blisters. She smiled at that thought, at least that was one bright spot in the day.
She finally made it to the Potions lab and panting a little made her way up to the desk where Snape was already sitting. He looked up from his marking, one eyebrow raised sardonically.
"Nice of you to find time in your busy schedule for your detention Miss Granger, and you have lost your house another 15 points." He smiled cruelly, still finding pleasure in deducting points after all these years.
"You will find the instructions of what potion you are going to prepare over on your desk. You will not have been able to research this particular potion so lets see how well you do without your beloved books."
With a feeling of dread, Hermione made her way over to her desk and looked at the parchment sitting there. It was headed Veritserum, the truth potion. She had encountered that potion before, luckily she had never had to take any herself but it was highly dangerous in the wrong hands and was not to be found in any of the books in the library. It was even absent from the restricted section, why on earth would Snape want her to make this?
"Professor Snape, surely you've made a mistake, I am not allowed to brew this. It is highly restricted even for wizards of age"
"You are allowed to brew it under my guidance Miss Granger, otherwise I clearly wouldn't have set you the task. As you are no doubt aware, this potion you would not have found during those sessions in the library, which makes it ideal to test you on. Now I don't want to hear any more questions from you, you are already disturbing what little social time I have free. When you are done, in no more than one hour, we will then test it. Continue." And with that he then turned his focus back to the pile of work in front of him.
Hermione busied herself with the ingredients and set to work on the potion. It was indeed complex but not beyond her expertise. Once the potion was simmering she gazed around the room, shivering slightly and wishing, not for the first time, that he would allow some sort of heat down here. She looked at Snape, bent over the work in front of him. He doesn't seem to feel the cold in here, she thought, but then again he doesn't seem to feel anything apart from dislike and contempt. She gazed longingly at his thick robes, being late autumn and still rather mild out she was still wearing her thinner robes. Snape looked up suddenly and caught her eye. Hastily she turned her attention back to the potion.
Snape was already in a foul temper; the third year homework he was marking was abysmal. By now they should not still be struggling with shrinking potions. He sighed inwardly, he chose this life as far as he could and while it was still preferable to the other path it still vexed him. Feeling eyes upon him he looked up and caught Miss Granger staring at him intently before quickly looking away. He pondered why she was looking at him with such longing and took an intake of breath at where those thoughts were leading him.
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A/N Ok, I know this is a bit derivative but its my first attempt at writing fanfic so go easy on me.
Please R&R so I know how to improve! :)
As much as I'd like to, I own nothing of this. All rights belong to JKR etc.
Chapter one,
Hermione sprinted down the stone corridor leading to the dungeons, she was already late for her detention with Snape but she didn't want to give him an excuse to take off extra points for every minute she was late by. It was Malfoy's fault that she was running late, tripping her up as she came out of the Gryffindor portrait hall. She'd gone flying, sending her bag spilling across the floor.
"Bastard" she muttered, it was down to him that she had detention in the first place. During the potions lesson that afternoon he'd made one too many mudblood comments, causing her to lose her temper and curse him with a spell that made his face erupt in painful blisters. She smiled at that thought, at least that was one bright spot in the day.
She finally made it to the Potions lab and panting a little made her way up to the desk where Snape was already sitting. He looked up from his marking, one eyebrow raised sardonically.
"Nice of you to find time in your busy schedule for your detention Miss Granger, and you have lost your house another 15 points." He smiled cruelly, still finding pleasure in deducting points after all these years.
"You will find the instructions of what potion you are going to prepare over on your desk. You will not have been able to research this particular potion so lets see how well you do without your beloved books."
With a feeling of dread, Hermione made her way over to her desk and looked at the parchment sitting there. It was headed Veritserum, the truth potion. She had encountered that potion before, luckily she had never had to take any herself but it was highly dangerous in the wrong hands and was not to be found in any of the books in the library. It was even absent from the restricted section, why on earth would Snape want her to make this?
"Professor Snape, surely you've made a mistake, I am not allowed to brew this. It is highly restricted even for wizards of age"
"You are allowed to brew it under my guidance Miss Granger, otherwise I clearly wouldn't have set you the task. As you are no doubt aware, this potion you would not have found during those sessions in the library, which makes it ideal to test you on. Now I don't want to hear any more questions from you, you are already disturbing what little social time I have free. When you are done, in no more than one hour, we will then test it. Continue." And with that he then turned his focus back to the pile of work in front of him.
Hermione busied herself with the ingredients and set to work on the potion. It was indeed complex but not beyond her expertise. Once the potion was simmering she gazed around the room, shivering slightly and wishing, not for the first time, that he would allow some sort of heat down here. She looked at Snape, bent over the work in front of him. He doesn't seem to feel the cold in here, she thought, but then again he doesn't seem to feel anything apart from dislike and contempt. She gazed longingly at his thick robes, being late autumn and still rather mild out she was still wearing her thinner robes. Snape looked up suddenly and caught her eye. Hastily she turned her attention back to the potion.
Snape was already in a foul temper; the third year homework he was marking was abysmal. By now they should not still be struggling with shrinking potions. He sighed inwardly, he chose this life as far as he could and while it was still preferable to the other path it still vexed him. Feeling eyes upon him he looked up and caught Miss Granger staring at him intently before quickly looking away. He pondered why she was looking at him with such longing and took an intake of breath at where those thoughts were leading him.
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A/N Ok, I know this is a bit derivative but its my first attempt at writing fanfic so go easy on me.
Please R&R so I know how to improve! :)