Chapter 3:
The morning came all too soon. Students reluctantly opened their tired eyes to let in the morning light. It was the first day of classes. No one was in a big hurry. Everyone got dressed and accomplished their restroom routine. Breakfast was being served before classes, so that students and teachers alike would be ready for what would be a long and tiring day. As people headed to the Great Hall, they still continued to rub sleep out of their eyes. The steps they took were slow and heavy. Rays of sunlight shining through windows lit up the halls and rooms. Despite the laziness hanging in the air, the Great Hall became bustling with conversation. Schedules were being shared and food was disappearing from plates.
Soon students trudged to their first class of the day. First years could be seen rushing so they wouldn't be late. Others took all the time they wanted. Seats were filling up in the rooms, and by the last bell there were no empty seats that shouldn't have been empty. Then, lessons started. Some students tried to fight off their sleepiness, while others listened intently. They couldn't help thinking that they would rather be anywhere else.
Later on in the day it seemed like everyone was finally awake. Just in time, too. One of Snape's potions class was about to begin. The bell rang, but the upperclassmen didn't cease talking. The professor wasn't even in the classroom yet. He liked to make his usual abrupt entrance. The class that day consisted of Gryffindors and Slytherins. Familiar faces could be seen around the room: Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the famous Harry Potter. It was like going back in time a couple years to when they had first entered this classroom.
The door flew open, banging against the stonewall. Severus Snape walked quickly into the classroom and to his desk at the front of the room. Everyone became instantly quiet. Their eyes shifted to the front of the room, waiting for their lesson to begin. Draco shifted in his seat in the back, smirking. Snape needed to keep his attention on the lesson plan and remain focused. If he didn't, the presence of this mere boy could bring the memories flooding back, and who would know how he would react in front of his students?
Snape opened his mouth to begin, but the door flew open again. Everyone looked over at the student who had just entered. Her hair was jet black, except for the roots, which revealed her true red color. Her plaid skirt, which was part of her school uniform, was hiked above her knees. She wore a Slytherin rove, and her eyes seemed to match the green color in the patch. Slowly she walked toward an empty seat near the back of the room.
"Nice of you to grace us with your presence," Severus said to her slowly.
"Yeah. Sorry I'm late," she replied, taking her seat.
She seemed vaguely familiar to Snape. He couldn't place her, though. Being in his own house he would've thought it would have been easier to fit her physical features to a name. He couldn't, though. All Snape knew was that he had to figure out who she was.
"Anyway, as I was going to say before being interrupted, we are going to dive right in since none of you are new. We will be making a remember-me- not potion today. Does anyone know what a remember-me-not potion does?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape wasn't surprised. Everyone else leaned lazily on their arm or looked at the front of the room.
"Anyone?" he offered, ignoring the bushy haired girl.
Some Slytherins snickered. This girl annoyed him some. She was a know- it-all. Nothing was more important to her then school. Not only that, she made his students look bad. He looked around again and saw another hand rise slowly up.
Jumping at the chance he said, "Yes?"
The girl who had just walked in late answered, "The remember-me-not potion makes the drinker forget a certain person for 48 hours. The person to be forgotten is chosen by an article of that person, such as a piece of hair or eyelash, that is then mixed into the potion itself. It is especially handy for those wizards who want to do something chaotic and not have it traced back to them right away." She smirked.
Now he remembered. This was Morgan Hamilton. She had been a very quiet girl in the past with extraordinary red hair. He had almost questioned why she had been placed in Slytherin when she possessed all the qualities a Ravenclaw would have. Then he overheard her talking with someone. When she opened her mouth she could be just as cocky and undermining as anyone. She had always had a sort of bad side in her, but he never imagined she would actually act on it. It seemed she had gotten some inspiration over the summer to do so, though. She had replaced her glasses with contacts and had dyed her hair. Her once baggy shirts were now taught across her chest, and her skirt was pulled up. The only question left on Snape's mind was what had triggered this change?
"Correct. Five points for Slytherin."
The class began to concoct the potion with their partner, the student sitting next to them. The small black cauldrons sitting in front of the students became filled with all different kinds of things. The color of the substance soon began to change and the different odors that were given off wafted through the room. Near to the end of the class period every student was finished with the potion and pouring a small amount into separate vials to give to Snape for inspection. Others were talking, which he allowed.
A massive eruption of giggles caught Snape's attention. He turned his head toward the sound, but his gaze of the students committing the fits of hysteria was blocked by a slim female body. Not letting his eyes linger, he looked up into the students face. A smirk on cherry red lips met his gaze.
"Can I help you?" Severus asked somewhat wearily.
"Yes, professor. The vial," Morgan answered, her voice soft and a bit seductive.
She held a small glass vial inches from her torso. Snape slowly reached out and clasped his fingers around it. She seemed to hesitate slightly before letting go, making sure to brush her finger barely against his. He watched his student make her way back to her seat among the smiling girls. She had really changed over the summer. Had he imagined it or did her voice hold a sort of seduction in it? And that tiny finger brush....Was she sending him signals of some kind? No, it was absurd. Not that absurd, though. After all, Draco....
Draco watched as Snape filed the small potion sample away with the others. He didn't even notice his male student staring at him. What could be on his mind that made him dead to the rest of the world? Perhaps a visit after class was in order. Draco smirked; anticipation coursed through his veins. Severus would have to forget about the distraction then. He would make sure of that. Nothing would get in his way, at least not now. It was too close to the end of class. What should he say? What would be his professor's reaction? Did he remember last year, in the broom closet? Draco would find out soon.
The bell rang, and the students in Snape's potions class piled quickly out of the room, all except one.
The morning came all too soon. Students reluctantly opened their tired eyes to let in the morning light. It was the first day of classes. No one was in a big hurry. Everyone got dressed and accomplished their restroom routine. Breakfast was being served before classes, so that students and teachers alike would be ready for what would be a long and tiring day. As people headed to the Great Hall, they still continued to rub sleep out of their eyes. The steps they took were slow and heavy. Rays of sunlight shining through windows lit up the halls and rooms. Despite the laziness hanging in the air, the Great Hall became bustling with conversation. Schedules were being shared and food was disappearing from plates.
Soon students trudged to their first class of the day. First years could be seen rushing so they wouldn't be late. Others took all the time they wanted. Seats were filling up in the rooms, and by the last bell there were no empty seats that shouldn't have been empty. Then, lessons started. Some students tried to fight off their sleepiness, while others listened intently. They couldn't help thinking that they would rather be anywhere else.
Later on in the day it seemed like everyone was finally awake. Just in time, too. One of Snape's potions class was about to begin. The bell rang, but the upperclassmen didn't cease talking. The professor wasn't even in the classroom yet. He liked to make his usual abrupt entrance. The class that day consisted of Gryffindors and Slytherins. Familiar faces could be seen around the room: Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the famous Harry Potter. It was like going back in time a couple years to when they had first entered this classroom.
The door flew open, banging against the stonewall. Severus Snape walked quickly into the classroom and to his desk at the front of the room. Everyone became instantly quiet. Their eyes shifted to the front of the room, waiting for their lesson to begin. Draco shifted in his seat in the back, smirking. Snape needed to keep his attention on the lesson plan and remain focused. If he didn't, the presence of this mere boy could bring the memories flooding back, and who would know how he would react in front of his students?
Snape opened his mouth to begin, but the door flew open again. Everyone looked over at the student who had just entered. Her hair was jet black, except for the roots, which revealed her true red color. Her plaid skirt, which was part of her school uniform, was hiked above her knees. She wore a Slytherin rove, and her eyes seemed to match the green color in the patch. Slowly she walked toward an empty seat near the back of the room.
"Nice of you to grace us with your presence," Severus said to her slowly.
"Yeah. Sorry I'm late," she replied, taking her seat.
She seemed vaguely familiar to Snape. He couldn't place her, though. Being in his own house he would've thought it would have been easier to fit her physical features to a name. He couldn't, though. All Snape knew was that he had to figure out who she was.
"Anyway, as I was going to say before being interrupted, we are going to dive right in since none of you are new. We will be making a remember-me- not potion today. Does anyone know what a remember-me-not potion does?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape wasn't surprised. Everyone else leaned lazily on their arm or looked at the front of the room.
"Anyone?" he offered, ignoring the bushy haired girl.
Some Slytherins snickered. This girl annoyed him some. She was a know- it-all. Nothing was more important to her then school. Not only that, she made his students look bad. He looked around again and saw another hand rise slowly up.
Jumping at the chance he said, "Yes?"
The girl who had just walked in late answered, "The remember-me-not potion makes the drinker forget a certain person for 48 hours. The person to be forgotten is chosen by an article of that person, such as a piece of hair or eyelash, that is then mixed into the potion itself. It is especially handy for those wizards who want to do something chaotic and not have it traced back to them right away." She smirked.
Now he remembered. This was Morgan Hamilton. She had been a very quiet girl in the past with extraordinary red hair. He had almost questioned why she had been placed in Slytherin when she possessed all the qualities a Ravenclaw would have. Then he overheard her talking with someone. When she opened her mouth she could be just as cocky and undermining as anyone. She had always had a sort of bad side in her, but he never imagined she would actually act on it. It seemed she had gotten some inspiration over the summer to do so, though. She had replaced her glasses with contacts and had dyed her hair. Her once baggy shirts were now taught across her chest, and her skirt was pulled up. The only question left on Snape's mind was what had triggered this change?
"Correct. Five points for Slytherin."
The class began to concoct the potion with their partner, the student sitting next to them. The small black cauldrons sitting in front of the students became filled with all different kinds of things. The color of the substance soon began to change and the different odors that were given off wafted through the room. Near to the end of the class period every student was finished with the potion and pouring a small amount into separate vials to give to Snape for inspection. Others were talking, which he allowed.
A massive eruption of giggles caught Snape's attention. He turned his head toward the sound, but his gaze of the students committing the fits of hysteria was blocked by a slim female body. Not letting his eyes linger, he looked up into the students face. A smirk on cherry red lips met his gaze.
"Can I help you?" Severus asked somewhat wearily.
"Yes, professor. The vial," Morgan answered, her voice soft and a bit seductive.
She held a small glass vial inches from her torso. Snape slowly reached out and clasped his fingers around it. She seemed to hesitate slightly before letting go, making sure to brush her finger barely against his. He watched his student make her way back to her seat among the smiling girls. She had really changed over the summer. Had he imagined it or did her voice hold a sort of seduction in it? And that tiny finger brush....Was she sending him signals of some kind? No, it was absurd. Not that absurd, though. After all, Draco....
Draco watched as Snape filed the small potion sample away with the others. He didn't even notice his male student staring at him. What could be on his mind that made him dead to the rest of the world? Perhaps a visit after class was in order. Draco smirked; anticipation coursed through his veins. Severus would have to forget about the distraction then. He would make sure of that. Nothing would get in his way, at least not now. It was too close to the end of class. What should he say? What would be his professor's reaction? Did he remember last year, in the broom closet? Draco would find out soon.
The bell rang, and the students in Snape's potions class piled quickly out of the room, all except one.