Author's note: Shit! I'm so sorry it took this long to me to update. I
know I deserve to burn in hell for eternity. well at least a few minutes..
"- So if I have understand correctly I'm basically a prepaid baby you put into my mother's belly."
"-Exactly"
Severus smiled to the girl. Finally he had a discussion with someone that didn't need explanations every second sentence.
Hermione had somehow mentally accepted that she wasn't normal; it still was absurd, but somehow she had come over it. In a relative sense, of course.
When she was in her muggle elementary school, she was different, not only because she was a witch. But luckily to her, Hermione's parents knew a young woman who was a witch too, so Hermione knew from she's very young that she was a witch. It didn't bother her very much, because she could hide it quite well.
And Hermione was definitely no the only smart person in the world. She might have been rejected because of her intelligence and her magical abilities, but she had a friend that was just like her.
Hermione's best childhood friend, Melinda, always had accepted her as she was. In fact, often when Melinda and Hermione played, Hermione's raw magical abilities could be very useful. When older boys bullied them in school, she often hexed them by only looking them in their eyes.
When she came to Hogwarts, she was still different, and this time, she couldn't hide it so well.
She was a show off Know-It-All, or so it seemed. She knew something that very few people knew. No one could have dared imagine how much dark magic Hermione knew. Maybe she knew the dark arts, but she never had used them, not even tried.
Severus was now watching the girl next to him very well. He haven't really looked at her precisely all the time she was his student.
The day before, if he must have described Hermione granger, he would have muttered vaguely something about a short girl with brown bushy hair and long front teethes.
But now, he noticed that her hair was somehow tamed, her teeth were normal and that she was quite tall. He could see her cleverness spark through her eyes.
It bothered him for some reason that he didn't know precisely her eye colour. He snapped his fingers in expiration and Hermione looked at him.
Their eyes locked.
Severus was mesmerized by Hermione's eyes. Her eyes were a rich brown, with hints of gold and yellow in them. He noticed that her left eye was darker than her right one.
Hermione was at the same time drowning into Severus's eyes. They were the exact colour of the night sky in winter, a deep and dark shape of blue.
Severus shrugged, but smiled inwardly.
Just when Hermione was about to say something, Severus heard a knock on his door.
"- So if I have understand correctly I'm basically a prepaid baby you put into my mother's belly."
"-Exactly"
Severus smiled to the girl. Finally he had a discussion with someone that didn't need explanations every second sentence.
Hermione had somehow mentally accepted that she wasn't normal; it still was absurd, but somehow she had come over it. In a relative sense, of course.
When she was in her muggle elementary school, she was different, not only because she was a witch. But luckily to her, Hermione's parents knew a young woman who was a witch too, so Hermione knew from she's very young that she was a witch. It didn't bother her very much, because she could hide it quite well.
And Hermione was definitely no the only smart person in the world. She might have been rejected because of her intelligence and her magical abilities, but she had a friend that was just like her.
Hermione's best childhood friend, Melinda, always had accepted her as she was. In fact, often when Melinda and Hermione played, Hermione's raw magical abilities could be very useful. When older boys bullied them in school, she often hexed them by only looking them in their eyes.
When she came to Hogwarts, she was still different, and this time, she couldn't hide it so well.
She was a show off Know-It-All, or so it seemed. She knew something that very few people knew. No one could have dared imagine how much dark magic Hermione knew. Maybe she knew the dark arts, but she never had used them, not even tried.
Severus was now watching the girl next to him very well. He haven't really looked at her precisely all the time she was his student.
The day before, if he must have described Hermione granger, he would have muttered vaguely something about a short girl with brown bushy hair and long front teethes.
But now, he noticed that her hair was somehow tamed, her teeth were normal and that she was quite tall. He could see her cleverness spark through her eyes.
It bothered him for some reason that he didn't know precisely her eye colour. He snapped his fingers in expiration and Hermione looked at him.
Their eyes locked.
Severus was mesmerized by Hermione's eyes. Her eyes were a rich brown, with hints of gold and yellow in them. He noticed that her left eye was darker than her right one.
Hermione was at the same time drowning into Severus's eyes. They were the exact colour of the night sky in winter, a deep and dark shape of blue.
Severus shrugged, but smiled inwardly.
Just when Hermione was about to say something, Severus heard a knock on his door.