Professor Snape and Hermione

"I can teach you how to ensnare the senses," Professor Snape dragged on and on, telling them about the 'fine art of potion making'. Harry wrote all this down; but he really didn't care about any of it. "How to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death," Snape said before he paused for a moment. He noticed that Harry was writing something, and decided to comment on it.

"Though may have come to Hogwarts ...to not pay attention."

Harry looked up and put down his quill. "Mr. Potter, our new celebrity," Snape said in an amused tone of voice.

"No professor you don't understand I was...um..." Harry looked around the room for an excuse and saw Hermione sitting next to him. "Mashing Hermione." Everyone looked at Harry; all of the pure bloods had very confused looks on their faces.

"Looky here, she is married to you," Harry continued on.

Hermione turned her head. "What?" she asked. Harry covered her mouth.

"What is this 'mash' you talk of?" Snape asked, looking both confused and happy.

"It's when you tell a person's future," Harry started off cheerfully. "They pick possible things that they would like to see happening to them, and then you cross out some of the things and see the winners." Hermione tried to mumble something, but Harry's hand remained over her mouth.

"Oh" said Professor Snape. "Have a free period. I need to do something very important." He sat down don his chair and started to think.

"Harry! Why did you do that?" Hermione asked him once his hand left her mouth.

"I didn't want to get into trouble," Harry answered.

"Well, this is not going to help me," Hermione started to protest. The bell rang just in time and they left for another class.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down for breakfast the next day when Snape walked through the doors and into the Great Hall. As he walked by, Ron and Harry began laughing while Hermione just stared. Snape was wearing bright pink robes and had a skip in his step.

"Is Snape acting and looking a little gay?" asked Ron, still laughing.

"Shush," said Hermione as he sat down at the teacher's table. He stared exactly at her the whole entire time. About ten minutes later the mail owls soared in and dropped off the mail. Hermione was dropped a letter by a brown barn owl. It was in a purple envelope with bright pink writing on the front.

"Open it," Ron insisted. She peeled it open and read aloud:
DEAR HERMIONE,
I THOUGHT THAT I WOULD NEVER FIND SOMEONE AS GOOD AS YOU, FOR I SHALL LOVE YOU FOREVER MY SWEET LITTLE BUTTERCUP. I SHALL SEE YOU SOON MY DEAREST.
LOVE NOW AND FOREVER,
YOUR SNAPYKINNNS

"Oh my gosh," said Ron, a serious look on his face. "Professor Snape is in love with Hermione." Harry and Ron looked at Hermione; she was just staring at the letter, shaking. Then she spoke.

"Harry, I have a feeling this is partly your fault with your whole mash story yesterday."

"Sorry," Harry looked over at Snape still staring at Hermione. "I didn't think anything would happen because of it."

"W-we better g-get to c-class," Hermione tried to say.

"Yeah, double potions with Snape," said Ron. They picked up their things and started towards the dungeons.

"Today, we shall be making Love Potion Number #9," said Snape happily standing infront of Hermione looking down at her. "Directions are on the board. Come to me when you are finished."

Everyone worked silently from then on. Draco was the first to finish the potion and raised his hand. Snape came toward Draco and collected his bright orange potion in a vial. Not paying attention because he was staring at Hermione tripped over a leg and fell. The vial broke and some splashed on Hermione's foot.

"Whoopsy," Snape said gaily. He swiped up the glass with his wand and went back to his chair. Suddenly, Hermione stopped working and stared at Snape.

"Uh, Hermione?" said Harry, waving his hand infront of her face.

"I think we lost her," said Ron, also stopping his work.

When the class finally ended 45 minutes later, Hermione had not finished making her potion. She walked up to Snape's desk and said, "Sorry professor..."

Snape went up and took her hands. "Please Hermione, call me Severus."

"Okay Severus, I am so sorry that I could not finish my potion. I seem to have become preoccupied by something."

"All is forgiven Miss Granger. I shall see you tomorrow," answered Snape.

Harry and Ron just stood at the door, staring.

"That was weird," said Ron, looking at Hermione as they did their homework in the common room.

"I think I have found my true love," said Hermione as she doodled a heart on her piece of parchment.

"Focus," said Harry. "I have never seen you like this before. You are acting all lovey- dovey."

"So? Is their a problem with that?" asked Hermione.

"It is just not you," said Ron.

"Well, Severus asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him this weekend on our very first date," Hermione retorted.

Ron spilled ink on his work and fainted. "This is really going to be a surprise," said Harry as he tried to lift Ron up.

The week had been very interesting. On Wednesday Snape, wearing purple robes, gave Hermione a dozen red roses and a book of love poems. On Thursday, Hermione didn't turn in any of her homework (for the first time). Then on Friday, Hermione was called from class to go to a very important meeting in Professor Snape's office and hadn't turned up to class all the rest of the day, but at dinner that night five minutes after Snape had turned up. By this time, Harry and Ron could not believe any of it.

Hermione met Snape in the Entrance Hall that Saturday at ten o'clock. Harry and Ron went with her, having been planning on going. Snape was not too happy about it. Down at the village they separated; Harry and Ron going to look in the shop, Hermione and Snape just walking around. Once they reached the hill they sat down on the grass, gazing into the sky.

"Why do we have to be here?" asked Harry. He was crouched behind a tree, Ron infront of him staring at Hermione.

"Well, we can't let anything happen between them. I mean he is a teacher, Hermione is a student. They can't have a relationship! It is just inhuman!" Ron exclaimed.

"They are in love! Just let it be!" insisted Harry.

"Never," said Ron.

Nothing happened that whole entire morning and afternoon that Hermione and Snape remained on the hill. They had eaten and talked; that was it. Harry eventually fallen asleep. Ron remained awake, niether blinking nor moving. Harry had just woken up when it happened. Snape and Hermione stood up and looked at each other. They leaned in closer to each other, as if about to kiss. Ron jumped out of the tree and pushed Snape out of the way. Hermione fainted into Ron's arms.

"What happened?" asked Hermione, getting up.

"You were just about to kiss Professor Snape," said Harry, walking up the hill.

"It was the love potion that Snape spilled on me! That did it!" Hermione shrieked in surprise. "Well, I am glad that that is over."

They started to walk down the hill together.

"Hermione come back to me. I love you. Oh, I hate this mash. I will make it my life goal to destroy this game," said Snape.

But Hermione, Ron and Hermione were to far away to hear, and could care less.

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