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For the first time in his life Snape looked at Hermione closely and what he saw surprised him. She was no longer the eager, bushy-haired, rabbit- toothed first year know-it-all; she was actually an adolescent on the brink of womanhood. His eyes travelled down her body, admiring her curves as though she were a piece of artwork that he had never examined before. She certainly has filled out well, he thought before mentally berating himself. She is your student, not a piece of art put there for your own amusement. I can't entertain such thoughts about an innocent girl, let alone one of my students, no matter how soft they look. Damn. Concentrate on your work, she'll be finished soon and then you can have some peace.
During this internal tirade Hermione had completed the potion. She was feeling a little uncomfortable as though she could feel his gaze examining her. Probably looking for the slightest reason to take more points off she told herself, subtly adjusting her robes so they were straighter. Her hands shook slightly with apprehension as she bottled the mixture, wondering how he was going to test it.
Look at her; the little minx is trying to flirt with me, her own teacher. I really had thought her above that but then she goes running her hands over herself because she knows I'm watching. Which deity has cursed me with a schoolgirl crush? I know I have done some questionable deeds in my time, but thankfully seducing students has not been among them. Hold on, why am I getting flustered over this? I am the feared potions master and not one who is turned into a blithering idiot every time a girl glances in my direction. Has it really been that long since someone wants me?
Hermione, who had been trying to get Professor Snape's attention, tried once more.
"Excuse me, Professor?"
Snape snapped out of his contemplation and scowled at the source.
"What is it Miss Granger?"
"I've finished the potion now Sir, what do you want me to do with it?"
Grinning maliciously Snape made his way to her desk, where the completed potion sat in its tiny bottle. He had now regained his composure and wanted to make her suffer for inflicting such disturbing thoughts upon him. He handed her a dainty silver spoon.
"Why, you must test it of course."
Hermione gave a startled look at having her fears realised.
"But surely sir you ought to..." She trailed off as she caught the look of contempt in his eyes.
"I ought to? Pray forgive me Miss Granger, but I am not about to share my secrets with you" He said in a soft, but dangerous voice. "I could tell you such stories that would make you run to your chamber in fright, but the memory would be branded on your psyche for life. I do not want that responsibility and you should not ask unless you are sure you can handle it." He had moved closer to her as he was saying this, not breaking eye contact, not even blinking. She shuddered slightly and he was aware of fragility in her that he had not sensed before, and was impressed, despite himself, that she did not look away.
"Now, just one spoonful, I do not wish to know your life story." He was inches away from her face now. Hermione bit back her fear and swallowed the liquid. It was tasteless but had a thick consistency and she could feel her tongue loosening up already.
"Now when I ask you a question I want you to try and lie to me." Snape said, unmoving from his position close to her. Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with apprehension.
"What is your name?"
"Hermione Granger" she replied with her face slightly screwed up in concentration.
"You can try harder than that Miss Granger, obviously I need to ask you something you don't wish to answer. What is your worst experience?"
"Coming on my period for the first time and not noticing until people started laughing." She whispered, not wanting to admit this to Snape of all people. It was one of the most humiliating days of her life. He relished her discomfort and decided to push it further.
"Which professor do you least admire?"
"Professor Trelawney." She answered immediately before gasping and covering her mouth with her hand. Now he was getting somewhere. Snape decided to ask the question which had been at the forefront of his mind for the past half an hour.
"And what Miss Granger do you think of me?" Hermione flushed with embarrassment and tried to clamp her mouth shut. She could not let him know what a slimy bastard she thought him to be, even though he was specifically asking her to. No doubt to punish her further.
"I think you are..." Snape looked on intently and they were both startled at a sudden knock on the dungeon door. The door opened and a tousled mass of hair, followed by a familiar face looked round. Harry looked surprised at seeing Snape and Hermione sitting so close together, his eyes flicked back and forth between them, noting the look of embarrassment on Hermione's face.
"Well Potter, what do you want?" Snarled Snape, furious at Potter's appalling timing.
"Sorry Professor, but its nearly curfew and I was getting worried about Hermione, she said she would be back an hour ago" Harry said, still looking bewildered at the situation inside the potions lab. Snape glanced down at his watch and was shocked to see that nearly two hours had gone by and it was indeed nearly curfew for the students.
"You can go Miss Granger, the potion's effects should wear off within the next hour. I suggest keeping yourself in isolation until then. You will write me two rolls of parchment on its properties and uses for tomorrow." He said as Hermione hastily crammed her belongings into her bag and almost ran out of the room, followed by Harry.
"What was going on in there?" asked Harry, trying to keep pace with Hermione as she tore down the corridor. "You two looked pretty cosy."
Hermione shook her head and managed to get out a garbled "I'll tell you tomorrow" before diving into the safety of her dormitory. She flung herself on her bed, drawing her curtains around it as a sure sign to the other girls that she was not to be disturbed and stared about her in disbelief. I'd never have believed that Snape would be that cruel, she thought. He tried to completely humiliate me for his own sick amusement. I almost wish now that I had told him what I really think of him, it would have served him right.
As Hermione was settling down to a fitful sleep, Snape was still pacing the dungeons. That brat Potter, he was thinking, why couldn't he have waited another five minutes before bursting in to rescue his precious friend from me. I almost had the truth and then I could have...what? What would you have done with that information? Embarrass her further; give her a lecture or something else entirely?
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A/N This chapter is a better length than the last. I can't believe I have already had three reviews and all of them positive. I was so shocked. Thank you :)
What do you think of how it is developing now? Please R&R.
For the first time in his life Snape looked at Hermione closely and what he saw surprised him. She was no longer the eager, bushy-haired, rabbit- toothed first year know-it-all; she was actually an adolescent on the brink of womanhood. His eyes travelled down her body, admiring her curves as though she were a piece of artwork that he had never examined before. She certainly has filled out well, he thought before mentally berating himself. She is your student, not a piece of art put there for your own amusement. I can't entertain such thoughts about an innocent girl, let alone one of my students, no matter how soft they look. Damn. Concentrate on your work, she'll be finished soon and then you can have some peace.
During this internal tirade Hermione had completed the potion. She was feeling a little uncomfortable as though she could feel his gaze examining her. Probably looking for the slightest reason to take more points off she told herself, subtly adjusting her robes so they were straighter. Her hands shook slightly with apprehension as she bottled the mixture, wondering how he was going to test it.
Look at her; the little minx is trying to flirt with me, her own teacher. I really had thought her above that but then she goes running her hands over herself because she knows I'm watching. Which deity has cursed me with a schoolgirl crush? I know I have done some questionable deeds in my time, but thankfully seducing students has not been among them. Hold on, why am I getting flustered over this? I am the feared potions master and not one who is turned into a blithering idiot every time a girl glances in my direction. Has it really been that long since someone wants me?
Hermione, who had been trying to get Professor Snape's attention, tried once more.
"Excuse me, Professor?"
Snape snapped out of his contemplation and scowled at the source.
"What is it Miss Granger?"
"I've finished the potion now Sir, what do you want me to do with it?"
Grinning maliciously Snape made his way to her desk, where the completed potion sat in its tiny bottle. He had now regained his composure and wanted to make her suffer for inflicting such disturbing thoughts upon him. He handed her a dainty silver spoon.
"Why, you must test it of course."
Hermione gave a startled look at having her fears realised.
"But surely sir you ought to..." She trailed off as she caught the look of contempt in his eyes.
"I ought to? Pray forgive me Miss Granger, but I am not about to share my secrets with you" He said in a soft, but dangerous voice. "I could tell you such stories that would make you run to your chamber in fright, but the memory would be branded on your psyche for life. I do not want that responsibility and you should not ask unless you are sure you can handle it." He had moved closer to her as he was saying this, not breaking eye contact, not even blinking. She shuddered slightly and he was aware of fragility in her that he had not sensed before, and was impressed, despite himself, that she did not look away.
"Now, just one spoonful, I do not wish to know your life story." He was inches away from her face now. Hermione bit back her fear and swallowed the liquid. It was tasteless but had a thick consistency and she could feel her tongue loosening up already.
"Now when I ask you a question I want you to try and lie to me." Snape said, unmoving from his position close to her. Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with apprehension.
"What is your name?"
"Hermione Granger" she replied with her face slightly screwed up in concentration.
"You can try harder than that Miss Granger, obviously I need to ask you something you don't wish to answer. What is your worst experience?"
"Coming on my period for the first time and not noticing until people started laughing." She whispered, not wanting to admit this to Snape of all people. It was one of the most humiliating days of her life. He relished her discomfort and decided to push it further.
"Which professor do you least admire?"
"Professor Trelawney." She answered immediately before gasping and covering her mouth with her hand. Now he was getting somewhere. Snape decided to ask the question which had been at the forefront of his mind for the past half an hour.
"And what Miss Granger do you think of me?" Hermione flushed with embarrassment and tried to clamp her mouth shut. She could not let him know what a slimy bastard she thought him to be, even though he was specifically asking her to. No doubt to punish her further.
"I think you are..." Snape looked on intently and they were both startled at a sudden knock on the dungeon door. The door opened and a tousled mass of hair, followed by a familiar face looked round. Harry looked surprised at seeing Snape and Hermione sitting so close together, his eyes flicked back and forth between them, noting the look of embarrassment on Hermione's face.
"Well Potter, what do you want?" Snarled Snape, furious at Potter's appalling timing.
"Sorry Professor, but its nearly curfew and I was getting worried about Hermione, she said she would be back an hour ago" Harry said, still looking bewildered at the situation inside the potions lab. Snape glanced down at his watch and was shocked to see that nearly two hours had gone by and it was indeed nearly curfew for the students.
"You can go Miss Granger, the potion's effects should wear off within the next hour. I suggest keeping yourself in isolation until then. You will write me two rolls of parchment on its properties and uses for tomorrow." He said as Hermione hastily crammed her belongings into her bag and almost ran out of the room, followed by Harry.
"What was going on in there?" asked Harry, trying to keep pace with Hermione as she tore down the corridor. "You two looked pretty cosy."
Hermione shook her head and managed to get out a garbled "I'll tell you tomorrow" before diving into the safety of her dormitory. She flung herself on her bed, drawing her curtains around it as a sure sign to the other girls that she was not to be disturbed and stared about her in disbelief. I'd never have believed that Snape would be that cruel, she thought. He tried to completely humiliate me for his own sick amusement. I almost wish now that I had told him what I really think of him, it would have served him right.
As Hermione was settling down to a fitful sleep, Snape was still pacing the dungeons. That brat Potter, he was thinking, why couldn't he have waited another five minutes before bursting in to rescue his precious friend from me. I almost had the truth and then I could have...what? What would you have done with that information? Embarrass her further; give her a lecture or something else entirely?
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A/N This chapter is a better length than the last. I can't believe I have already had three reviews and all of them positive. I was so shocked. Thank you :)
What do you think of how it is developing now? Please R&R.