Chapter Two: The First Detention
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
12/1/07 Monday-
Hermione walked down the long corridor to the potions class room, reaching the door she gently knocked.
"Come in." a voice boomed from inside the chambers and Hermione took a deep breath, and walked in.
"I'm here professor."
"Ahh, Ms Granger, your early." He looked up at her as she sat down. "By five minutes, care to explain why?"
"It's better than being late." She said simply.
"I see, well you realize your earliness wont take time away from your punishment?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well, as long as you realize, now I expect this entire place to shine for tomorrow's classes. Then you are to organize the shelves, if any of this isn't complete by the time you detentions over, you will remain until it's done. You may clean the floors with magic, but everything else must be done without, unless I say different." He pointed to Neville's seat. "This area may be done with magic; I don't want you getting who knows what all over you. The last thing I need is to have the resident know it all under my care for any loner then needed. Now don't disturb me, and you may begin." And he went back to his desk to grading.
Mione sighed, and began her work. Picking up her wand she swished and flicked. The floor and every other place she was permitted to clean with magic, was quite literally spotless.
She then pushed up her sleeves and started to scrub out all of the holding partials from earlier potions; she washed and rinsed the caldrons. She then proceeded to organize the ingredients.
Before she knew it, the detention was over. "Professor." She called out as he annoyingly scribbled down mistakes on all the papers. "Its eleven, I really should head back." He looked up at her, like he hadn't realized that she was still there. "You may leave Ms Granger." He drawled.
And she left.
The last things she needed after all, was to be in Snape's presence any longer then needed.
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Snape was really amazed at how hard she worked. He watched her for the first few minute just to see if there were any faults to her cleaning that needed to be changed. After he was certain she could clean properly he went to working.
The stack of papers was for third year, Ms. Ganger was in sixth. Why he thought about that then befuddled him into shaking his head, and getting down to work.
After he finished the classes' papers and went onto the next class, he had forgotten that a certain Gryffindor witch was even in the room with him
So naturally it shocked him when she had spoken up to him.
"Professor? Its eleven I really should be heading back."
He was far to rapped up in his work by that time to even care, "You may leave Ms. Granger." He said in response, praying that she'd leave him alone to work.
But when she did leave, with the large door shutting loudly behind her, he found that he couldn't work any more.
He had also realized that he hadn't checked her work before dismissing her. "Fudge." He cursed to himself. Since he couldn't find the concentration to grade, he scanned over her work.
It was amazing really; it looked just like it did after he had cleaned.
He walked over to the shelves and cupboards. Opened them up and inspected her ordering skills.
It was in the same pattern he always placed them in.
He had to admit, when it came to Granger, no detail went unnoticed.
He chuckled to himself, for the first time in years over the irony.
"Alright back to work." And he went on grading.
A simple thought was pulling him now, 'if a single person took so much notice over what he did, he would make a point to make what they noticed, the best it could be.'
He wouldn't admit, even to himself, that Hermione's tedious work ethic gave him a sort of inspiration to his own work.
No, a student setting the standards for the teacher? It was unheard of.
But he did make a point to try to set a goal for Hermione to reach in her detention work.
He was aware that she wanted to become a teacher, even though she could be so much more, that's what Minerva had told the staff, so he decided that all of the rest of her detentions with him would be more like teacher training courses, not detentions.
He sat back down. What was wrong with him?
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AN:
Short but I needed to post something or you'd all give up on me.
Well, I hope you enjoyed.
PS. I have thirty more detentions, with possibly a few skipped, but still that's a lot.
So any ideas?
Relena
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
12/1/07 Monday-
Hermione walked down the long corridor to the potions class room, reaching the door she gently knocked.
"Come in." a voice boomed from inside the chambers and Hermione took a deep breath, and walked in.
"I'm here professor."
"Ahh, Ms Granger, your early." He looked up at her as she sat down. "By five minutes, care to explain why?"
"It's better than being late." She said simply.
"I see, well you realize your earliness wont take time away from your punishment?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well, as long as you realize, now I expect this entire place to shine for tomorrow's classes. Then you are to organize the shelves, if any of this isn't complete by the time you detentions over, you will remain until it's done. You may clean the floors with magic, but everything else must be done without, unless I say different." He pointed to Neville's seat. "This area may be done with magic; I don't want you getting who knows what all over you. The last thing I need is to have the resident know it all under my care for any loner then needed. Now don't disturb me, and you may begin." And he went back to his desk to grading.
Mione sighed, and began her work. Picking up her wand she swished and flicked. The floor and every other place she was permitted to clean with magic, was quite literally spotless.
She then pushed up her sleeves and started to scrub out all of the holding partials from earlier potions; she washed and rinsed the caldrons. She then proceeded to organize the ingredients.
Before she knew it, the detention was over. "Professor." She called out as he annoyingly scribbled down mistakes on all the papers. "Its eleven, I really should head back." He looked up at her, like he hadn't realized that she was still there. "You may leave Ms Granger." He drawled.
And she left.
The last things she needed after all, was to be in Snape's presence any longer then needed.
*~*~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~
Snape was really amazed at how hard she worked. He watched her for the first few minute just to see if there were any faults to her cleaning that needed to be changed. After he was certain she could clean properly he went to working.
The stack of papers was for third year, Ms. Ganger was in sixth. Why he thought about that then befuddled him into shaking his head, and getting down to work.
After he finished the classes' papers and went onto the next class, he had forgotten that a certain Gryffindor witch was even in the room with him
So naturally it shocked him when she had spoken up to him.
"Professor? Its eleven I really should be heading back."
He was far to rapped up in his work by that time to even care, "You may leave Ms. Granger." He said in response, praying that she'd leave him alone to work.
But when she did leave, with the large door shutting loudly behind her, he found that he couldn't work any more.
He had also realized that he hadn't checked her work before dismissing her. "Fudge." He cursed to himself. Since he couldn't find the concentration to grade, he scanned over her work.
It was amazing really; it looked just like it did after he had cleaned.
He walked over to the shelves and cupboards. Opened them up and inspected her ordering skills.
It was in the same pattern he always placed them in.
He had to admit, when it came to Granger, no detail went unnoticed.
He chuckled to himself, for the first time in years over the irony.
"Alright back to work." And he went on grading.
A simple thought was pulling him now, 'if a single person took so much notice over what he did, he would make a point to make what they noticed, the best it could be.'
He wouldn't admit, even to himself, that Hermione's tedious work ethic gave him a sort of inspiration to his own work.
No, a student setting the standards for the teacher? It was unheard of.
But he did make a point to try to set a goal for Hermione to reach in her detention work.
He was aware that she wanted to become a teacher, even though she could be so much more, that's what Minerva had told the staff, so he decided that all of the rest of her detentions with him would be more like teacher training courses, not detentions.
He sat back down. What was wrong with him?
*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
AN:
Short but I needed to post something or you'd all give up on me.
Well, I hope you enjoyed.
PS. I have thirty more detentions, with possibly a few skipped, but still that's a lot.
So any ideas?
Relena