Teach Me Something
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or its universe. That belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I do own Carris and Trista though because more or less they are both figments of my imagination.
Author's note: Ok this is the first fanfic story that I've written and put on fanfic.com so please be kind and review. Yes this is a Snape romance, sorry but its what I'm into right now. It's ok Ron finds a sweetheart too as well as other characters too, so enjoy.
Oh by the way. I looked over this but I don't have a beta, so I might have missed something, sorry.
Chapter 1: Introductions
Ron Weasley was excited; he was standing on Platform 9¾ waiting to board the Hogwarts Express. He had already said good bye to his family and left the burrow far behind him, although he would miss degnoming the garden and playing Quidditch with his siblings and Harry. All the Weasleys were home this summer except Percy who was still self-alienated himself from the rest of the family. He had gotten good grades on all of his OWLS (much to everyone's surprise) except divination which was as useful to him as a color chart is to a blind man. Ron couldn't wait to start his sixth year. He was taking classes that would lead to him becoming a successful auror. He had NEWT level classes in Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Potions (oh bugger not another year with the overgrown bat who goes by the name of Severus Snape) and finally his favorite class (usually) Defense against the Dark Arts. He wondered who would be the unlucky teacher this year. He hoped that Lupin would be back. He was by far Ron's favorite. But alas unknown to Ron Lupin had not been offered the position in fact as far as anyone (but Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and the new professor to be) knew no one had been offered the job. Not surprisingly considering most thought that the position was cursed.
At the same time as Ron stood waiting for the Hogwarts Express, two very beautiful women waited at the gates of Hogwarts for Professor Dumbledore. Both were breathtaking although they were also an example in contrast. The older one (which wasn't saying much because she was quite young, 29 in fact) had long shiny black hair and sharp penetrating blue-green eyes. Her eyes were always what struck people; they were green, a vivid emerald green, around the pupil then a thin line of bright light violet which separated the green from the unending marine blue that lay against the whites of her eyes. She was thin with nice curves and a strong tan athletic body. Although her youth did separate her from most of the rest of the staff (the next youngest was a 35 year old greasy git) this was not the biggest difference. The shocker is that both girls are American, unique amongst the staff and in fact unique amongst the entire student body.
Speaking of the student body, that was where the younger of the two was headed. The lithe sixteen year old shared almost nothing with her older sister except a thin, athletic body. She had medium length wavy auburn red hair and soft warm hazel eyes that burned the fire of the hearth in them. She was young and athletic and always had a smile on her face and a spring in her step. Very much unlike her sister who rarely smiled and always had an air of sophistication.
This difference was even more apparent with the way they dressed. Carris, the older of the two sisters, was clothed in an Armani black pinstriped pants with a forest green Gucci cashmere off the shoulder sweater with a cute black newsboy cap as well as forest green stiletto heels to top it all off. She had a beautiful Harry Winston platinum chain necklace with a pendant of a sliver snake with emeralds for eyes adorned her neck with simple emerald earrings and diamond encrusted platinum bangles finishing the ensemble. This not only showing her socio-economic status but also which house she would best fit into as well. She waited impatiently tapping her Dolce and Gabana covered toe on the ground while waiting for the old headmaster.
In contrast Trista, the younger sibling, waited gazing at the sky and scenery around her. She was dressed casually in a long faded jean skirt that looked like pieces of light blue denim with the fringe facing outwards. The a-line fell past her ankles. She had a beautiful crimson silk scarf tied around her waist as a belt. She also wore a simple white tank top covered with a dark blue hoodie. She had pulled her hair back with another silk scarf this time it was the same pale blue as the jean skirt. Unlike her sister all she wore for jewelry was a simple gold necklace and gold hoop earrings. Her placement would be more difficult or so the old headmaster thought as he casually strolled up to the siblings.
"Misses Night?"
"No I'm Glinda the Good Witch from the North and this is one of
the flying monkeys!"
"Well Glinda its nice to meet you, but I'm waiting to greet our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Carris Night, and her younger sister Trista Night" Dumbledore said with an extra bright twinkle in his eyes. "So would you mind le…"
"As you Brits say 'bugger off' old man or have you not ever heard of sarcasm before?" She responded acidly and with that she pushed her way past him onto school grounds.
The remaining sibling and the elderly gentleman stood and watched her sashay all the way up to the massive doors to the institution of learning in silence. Finally Trista couldn't talk it anymore and spoke up.
"She really isn't that bad, you know? She's just nervous about her first teaching position and being in a new country and taking care of me and God now I'm rambling! What a good thing to do as a first impression for my new headmaster!"
"It's alright my dear" the gentle wizard said to her whilst offering her his arm for the stroll up to the castle. "and don't worry Trista, I've known worse. Now let's get you sorted so you have a house to belong to once everyone arrives."
They paused then to watch as Carris opened the heavy door and walked right in without looking where she was going. All of a sudden she found herself pressed up against a good smelling wall of warm black fabric.
"Pardon me" she said after a brief pause to collect herself only to realize that he still had his arms around her waist to steady her. She finally gazed up confidently into his eyes falling right into the endless pools of black that they were.
Wow and people say I have incredible eyes!
A spell was cast then but not by any person but by cupid. Until this mysterious stranger opened his mouth.
"It might be smart for you to watch where you are going unless you don't have a brain in the pretty little head."
Oh wow, that voice, better than those eyes, wait a minute did he just insult me?
As soon as she realized this she turned around to give him some scathing reply, but he had already vanished from sight.
What the hell! Since when do I lose my wits because of a guy with incredible eyes and a sultry voice and God I haven't even started teaching the brats yet. How am I going to deal with all those hormones flying around. Unbeknownst to the two professors they were being observed.
"Who's that?" Trista asked after seeing her sister become flustered by the tall dark man.
"Oh that's Professor Snape. He's the head of Slytherin house and the resident potions master." Dumbledore replied.
"Is he single?"
"As they come."
"This is gonna get interesting, very very interesting"
TBC