Ok, don't we all hate these? I don't own Harry Potter. (thinks But oh that Snape is...) I know Snape seems a little OOC but just wait, he'll get there.
Here we go!
Final Test:
What the Heart Wants
Hermione awoke to the sun shining on her face. She had fogotten to close her bed hangings before she went to bed. She shielded her eyes and pulled herself into a sitting position. A sudden rush of pain shot from her side. Gasping Hermione grabbed a vile on her night stand. She quickly opened it and downed it's contants (could someone plz give me the spelling of this word! I've looked it up and I can't find it). It took only a few seconds for the potion to take affect. She leant back on to the headboard.
"I'm never going to get use to this." she said aloud. "Maybe I should look into a permanent pain relief potion." she slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to her window. She had a wonderful view of the grounds and the Herbology greenhouses. Her window was enchanted to give her the view of a fourth or fifth floor window, but she was only on the ground floor. "Oh look, Hagrid is heading up for breakfast." It only took her five minutes to get dress and leave her rooms. Hermione walked to the entrance hall.
"Hermione!" yelled Harry from the stairs. "How was your night?" He ran down and hugged her.
"It was fine. I love my new rooms. I don't have to share them with anyone." she smiled at him. Ron caught up with them.
"So how does it feel to be a professor?"
"I don't know. I haven't had a class yet." she laughed. "My rooms are right up from the dungons. But I still have a wonderful view." Harry slipped his arm around her waist.
"You'll have to show it to us some time, love."
"Um...Harry, you can't keep doing that."
"What?" Hermione pulled away from him.
"This." she pointed at herself and him. "You can't act like we're dating."
"Why not?"
"Because she's your teacher now, Mr. Potter." came a velvety voice. "It is frowned upon for a Professor to act beyond a student-teacher relationship. It would be wise if you keep that in mind, Miss Granger."
"Of course, Severus." she blushed a little, hoping no one saw. "Shall we go to beakfast?"
"After you." said Harry, as he opened the door. Hermione walked in fallowed quickly by Severus.
"I meant what I said, Miss Granger."
"So did I, Severus." she smiled up at him. "Harry is now my student and nothing more."
"Good." he said under his breath. A few steps behind the two of them, Ron and Harry where whispering.
"When did she start calling Snape by his first name?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged.
"I'm going to keep my eyes on him. I don't trust him." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Please, Harry. You say that every year and every year he turns around and saves one of our lives. I mean I still think he's a huge nit but still when are you going to just get over it."
"I've had this feeling about him from day one and my feelings have never been wrong."
"The only thing your afraid of is that he has a thing for Mione and is going to go after her." snorted Ron. "Harry, the only chance you ever had with Mione was way back in the fourth year and well, that ship has sailed."
"Ron, when did you become an cynic."
"I'm not. I'm just stating a fact. If you hadn't have that thing for Cho then you would have noticed Hermione."
"You just want her." Ron shook his head.
"Not even. Hermione and I are just friends. We decied long ago that we wouldn't work out as boyfriend/girlfriend. It just got too weird. Besides, Mum and Dad think of her like their daughter. They would never let me date her."
"I owe her, Ron." said Harry as they sat at their house table. His eyes followed Hermione up to the head table. "What more would any girl want then to be my girlfriend?"
"Come off it Harry. You sound like Malfoy!"
"I do not!" shot Harry, turning and looking at Ron.
"'What more would any girl want then to be my girlfriend?' If that's not Malfoy then I don't know what is." mocked Ron. "I hate to brake it to you, but Hermione isn't like most girls. She wasn't playing with dolls when she was little. She was off reading books and learning that thing muggles call, Math. She doesn't want to become a Mrs. Whatever. She wants to make something of herself." Harry's mouth dropped.
"And when did you find this all out?"
"When she told me so. I asked her out last year and she told me that she wasn't going to even think of dating until she graduates from Hogwarts and has a job. She didn't want to be tied down by some 'guy'. I respect her more then I ever have." Harry turned back to Hermione sitting between Snape and the seat where Professor Trelawney normally sat.
"I didn't know."
Hermione looked at her plate of eggs and bacon. She wanted to eat. She was hungery, but for some reason all she could do was look at her plate.
"Miss Granger?" asked Severus. "Looking at it isn't going to make it go away."
"Huh?" she looked up at Severus. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me, Severus, where you nervious for your first class?" she looked into his dark eyes.
"Honestly," he chuckled. "Every year when a new batch of first years look at me it's like I'm reliving my first day of teaching. You just have to grit your teeth and just do it."
"But where you nervious?" She looked into his eyes. She thought she would cry.
"Miss Granger, there is nothing to worry about." said Severus. "Besides, they can smell fear." Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing. This action startled Severus and many of the people in the hall were looking up at them. If Severus didn't have total control of his emotions he would have been bright red. Insted he stood up and bowed to Hermione. "I do hope your first day goes well, Miss Granger."
"Thanks, Severus." she chuckled. "I really needed that. And please, call me Hermione."
He turned and walked out of the Great Hall. Praying that he ran into some first or second year to take out his frustration on. What he found was even better. Two Gryffindors snogging in the entrance hall. And what is this...the youngest Weasley and Longbottom? Perfect!
"Fifty points each, from Gryffindor!" he roared. He sneered at the reaction on both Weasley and Longbottom. "Now! Get to breakfast!"
"Ye...yes Professor." stuttered Ginny. "Come on Nevile." She grabbed his hand and all but ran into the Great Hall.
"Feel better?"
"Indeed." said Severus. But he realized that that had not come from his head, but from behind. "Do you relize that you need to wear bells or something that makes noise when you walk, Albus."
"I do. But I would just enchant them to annoy others." chuckled Albus.
"I wouldn't doubt it." Severus' voice had regained it's silky tone.
"It was nice of you to make Professor Granger feel better this morning. I'm sure she wont have any more problems with nerviousness."
'Nice? Did Albus just call me 'nice'
"I did."
"Now really! You know how I feel about you invading my thoughts."
"It seems that you haven't been practicing your occlumency, Severuse. tisk-tisk" Severus just glared at Albus. He slightly bowed towards Dumbledore, turned and headed towards the dungons.
"The nerve!" he yelled once he was in his common room.
I'm sorry about my spelling people, I have this thing wrong with my brain that makes me spell things backwards and what not (dis-something. I can't spell it. Sorry.) Anywho...sorry it took me a bit to up-date. I've been working and now I'm at 40 hours so my up-dates are going to be taking a bit. But don't worry! Come on guys give me some ideas! Please Read and Review! Don't make me beg....
Final Test:
What the Heart Wants
Hermione awoke to the sun shining on her face. She had fogotten to close her bed hangings before she went to bed. She shielded her eyes and pulled herself into a sitting position. A sudden rush of pain shot from her side. Gasping Hermione grabbed a vile on her night stand. She quickly opened it and downed it's contants (could someone plz give me the spelling of this word! I've looked it up and I can't find it). It took only a few seconds for the potion to take affect. She leant back on to the headboard.
"I'm never going to get use to this." she said aloud. "Maybe I should look into a permanent pain relief potion." she slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to her window. She had a wonderful view of the grounds and the Herbology greenhouses. Her window was enchanted to give her the view of a fourth or fifth floor window, but she was only on the ground floor. "Oh look, Hagrid is heading up for breakfast." It only took her five minutes to get dress and leave her rooms. Hermione walked to the entrance hall.
"Hermione!" yelled Harry from the stairs. "How was your night?" He ran down and hugged her.
"It was fine. I love my new rooms. I don't have to share them with anyone." she smiled at him. Ron caught up with them.
"So how does it feel to be a professor?"
"I don't know. I haven't had a class yet." she laughed. "My rooms are right up from the dungons. But I still have a wonderful view." Harry slipped his arm around her waist.
"You'll have to show it to us some time, love."
"Um...Harry, you can't keep doing that."
"What?" Hermione pulled away from him.
"This." she pointed at herself and him. "You can't act like we're dating."
"Why not?"
"Because she's your teacher now, Mr. Potter." came a velvety voice. "It is frowned upon for a Professor to act beyond a student-teacher relationship. It would be wise if you keep that in mind, Miss Granger."
"Of course, Severus." she blushed a little, hoping no one saw. "Shall we go to beakfast?"
"After you." said Harry, as he opened the door. Hermione walked in fallowed quickly by Severus.
"I meant what I said, Miss Granger."
"So did I, Severus." she smiled up at him. "Harry is now my student and nothing more."
"Good." he said under his breath. A few steps behind the two of them, Ron and Harry where whispering.
"When did she start calling Snape by his first name?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged.
"I'm going to keep my eyes on him. I don't trust him." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Please, Harry. You say that every year and every year he turns around and saves one of our lives. I mean I still think he's a huge nit but still when are you going to just get over it."
"I've had this feeling about him from day one and my feelings have never been wrong."
"The only thing your afraid of is that he has a thing for Mione and is going to go after her." snorted Ron. "Harry, the only chance you ever had with Mione was way back in the fourth year and well, that ship has sailed."
"Ron, when did you become an cynic."
"I'm not. I'm just stating a fact. If you hadn't have that thing for Cho then you would have noticed Hermione."
"You just want her." Ron shook his head.
"Not even. Hermione and I are just friends. We decied long ago that we wouldn't work out as boyfriend/girlfriend. It just got too weird. Besides, Mum and Dad think of her like their daughter. They would never let me date her."
"I owe her, Ron." said Harry as they sat at their house table. His eyes followed Hermione up to the head table. "What more would any girl want then to be my girlfriend?"
"Come off it Harry. You sound like Malfoy!"
"I do not!" shot Harry, turning and looking at Ron.
"'What more would any girl want then to be my girlfriend?' If that's not Malfoy then I don't know what is." mocked Ron. "I hate to brake it to you, but Hermione isn't like most girls. She wasn't playing with dolls when she was little. She was off reading books and learning that thing muggles call, Math. She doesn't want to become a Mrs. Whatever. She wants to make something of herself." Harry's mouth dropped.
"And when did you find this all out?"
"When she told me so. I asked her out last year and she told me that she wasn't going to even think of dating until she graduates from Hogwarts and has a job. She didn't want to be tied down by some 'guy'. I respect her more then I ever have." Harry turned back to Hermione sitting between Snape and the seat where Professor Trelawney normally sat.
"I didn't know."
Hermione looked at her plate of eggs and bacon. She wanted to eat. She was hungery, but for some reason all she could do was look at her plate.
"Miss Granger?" asked Severus. "Looking at it isn't going to make it go away."
"Huh?" she looked up at Severus. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me, Severus, where you nervious for your first class?" she looked into his dark eyes.
"Honestly," he chuckled. "Every year when a new batch of first years look at me it's like I'm reliving my first day of teaching. You just have to grit your teeth and just do it."
"But where you nervious?" She looked into his eyes. She thought she would cry.
"Miss Granger, there is nothing to worry about." said Severus. "Besides, they can smell fear." Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing. This action startled Severus and many of the people in the hall were looking up at them. If Severus didn't have total control of his emotions he would have been bright red. Insted he stood up and bowed to Hermione. "I do hope your first day goes well, Miss Granger."
"Thanks, Severus." she chuckled. "I really needed that. And please, call me Hermione."
He turned and walked out of the Great Hall. Praying that he ran into some first or second year to take out his frustration on. What he found was even better. Two Gryffindors snogging in the entrance hall. And what is this...the youngest Weasley and Longbottom? Perfect!
"Fifty points each, from Gryffindor!" he roared. He sneered at the reaction on both Weasley and Longbottom. "Now! Get to breakfast!"
"Ye...yes Professor." stuttered Ginny. "Come on Nevile." She grabbed his hand and all but ran into the Great Hall.
"Feel better?"
"Indeed." said Severus. But he realized that that had not come from his head, but from behind. "Do you relize that you need to wear bells or something that makes noise when you walk, Albus."
"I do. But I would just enchant them to annoy others." chuckled Albus.
"I wouldn't doubt it." Severus' voice had regained it's silky tone.
"It was nice of you to make Professor Granger feel better this morning. I'm sure she wont have any more problems with nerviousness."
'Nice? Did Albus just call me 'nice'
"I did."
"Now really! You know how I feel about you invading my thoughts."
"It seems that you haven't been practicing your occlumency, Severuse. tisk-tisk" Severus just glared at Albus. He slightly bowed towards Dumbledore, turned and headed towards the dungons.
"The nerve!" he yelled once he was in his common room.
I'm sorry about my spelling people, I have this thing wrong with my brain that makes me spell things backwards and what not (dis-something. I can't spell it. Sorry.) Anywho...sorry it took me a bit to up-date. I've been working and now I'm at 40 hours so my up-dates are going to be taking a bit. But don't worry! Come on guys give me some ideas! Please Read and Review! Don't make me beg....