Hermione's eyebrow rose inquisitively. She almost had blushed when she jumped to an improprietous conclusion.
"We are going to make a supply of simple healing salves for the nurse. She made me quite aware that she was low this afternoon." Snape's beady eyes glared at Hermione in contempt. She wished that he wouldn't look at her like that, like he was concentrating on trying to make her burst into flames. "I'm sure you can handle a cauldron on you own. You are quite wise beyond your years. This should be a walk in the park for you." He said sarcastically.
Hermione looked down at the floor to spare herself from saying something idiotic and to prevent more severe punishments (Although, if she were Pansy... The thought quickly left her mind). She collected the necessary ingredients and a cauldron and began to brew the sweet smelling concoction. It was blue and it swirled and smelled almost like the sugar free peppermint gum her parents used to give her. A smile graced her lips and she reached across the cauldron for the final ingredient as she reminisced. Unfortunately, her attention was turned and she dragged her arm through the bubbling mixture, which was rather flammable she noticed after she also dragged it over a flame.
Her robe was on fire, and she- normally level headed mind you- panicked and threw her robe to the floor. Snape saw this and was almost laughed when he saw her panic. Such a child still he thought afraid of the fire that motivates creation. He quickly shot a spell across the room and extinguished the fire. He relished in the fact that she was too naïve and afraid to move to save herself; he relished in the fact that she had been defeated in this little battle and his superiority must have been eminent to her now. God she would be difficult to conquer, but the challenge was well worth the reward. The little know it all would pay in due time. Even the most stubborn horses were broken eventually.
"Thank you" she said meekly as she picked up the remains of her scorched robe, "I seem to have lost my head." She would have rather taken the physical burning on her body than to have received help from him.
His footsteps neared behind her and she bowed her head in silent defeat. Suddenly, the lightest fingertips landed upon her shoulder.
"Be more careful Miss Granger. Your next mistake could be your last." WAS THAT SOME SORT OF THREAT!? And why was he touching her. She pulled her shoulder away; she wouldn't break the decorum of a teacher-student relationship.
"I understand that it is time for me to leave. Are we finished?" She said as she nervously bit her lip. She never turned to face him.
"Yes, I will bottle the remaining salve. Seven thirty tomorrow Miss Granger." His hot breath made her hair flutter a bit. Oddly she was not repulsed.
"Perhaps, I could stay and help finish." She said as she swished her hair over her shoulder to reveal the milky flesh of her neck. "Perhaps, I could." She added.
Hehe...I'm evil aren't I?