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A/N: Finally here! I hope you like it. Don't forget to R&R! (
Chapter 3: Severus Snape- Private Eye
"I swear, he is the most insufferable, egotistic, pompous, obnoxious little brat of a professor I have EVER seen!" Hermione Granger practically yelled as she put the eyes of newt into the cauldron. The usual soft, graceful movements of her hands changed to a choppy, almost violent gesture as she began to chop up the wormwood. Snape, who was currently stirring the contents within the cauldron, was growing increasingly nervous by his colleague's temper. He almost jumped when the knife hit the cutting board with another loud noise.
Ignoring the shriek that Snape had to gulp down, Hermione continued cutting the wormwood into somewhat even pieces. As she did, she imagined every piece of it to be a mini-Oliver, trying to escape from the fingers she currently had on his torso. With another swift cut, his head came off. "I mean, who does he think he is, that he can just waltz in here acting like he owns the stupid place!" Taking a deep breath, she threw the wormwood pieces in. a little too hard. Snape looked longingly. almost mournfully, at the spilled drops of potion that the usual, attentive would have noticed. His wrist involuntarily continued the stirring motion, but his eyes remained on the spilled potion as she rambled on.
"And then, get this Severus, you'll never believe it, he flirted with me! I'm trying to be serious with him about the STUDENTS and he flirts! What is wrong with this guy? Honestly, there is nothing I hate more than some guy who thinks he's all that and that he's God's gift to women! I can't stand him!" With that, she poured the measured amount of nectar into the cauldron. It would have been perfect, if she'd held the flask a little lower to prevent more splashing. Snape almost had a heart attack as he stared at the hole that the drop of splashed potion was making in his black robes. The acidic, sizzling noise only added to the effect.
Another loud chop from the direction of his former student and he snapped out of his reverie. Just as she was about to add in the next ingredient, he immediately jumped and put his hands on her shoulders, lowering her down to a chair. "I'll handle this, Hermione, you just sit, and relax, and. not touch anything." Without waiting for her response, he took the dish from her and carefully added in the ingredient himself, salvaging what was left of the potion.
"I'm sorry, Sev. I really meant to help, considering I was the one who requested the potion for the bug that's going around. But I'm just so mad at him! I mean, I never really knew him that well but I didn't know he was THAT awful. What did YOU think of him when he was in school?" She asked as she folded her arms on the table and rested her chin.
The Potions Master, now more relaxed since he was back in control, kept working without looking up at her. "You're asking the wrong person. He was in Gryffindor so my brain automatically registers him as a hopeless little brat."
Hermione faked an offended gasp and straightened her back again. "Professor Snape, are you saying that you thought I was a hopeless little brat?"
"The worst, and what do you mean, 'was'?"
* * *
"Good morning, Madam Granger. I do hope you have a wonderful time with Severus today at Hogsmeade," Oliver said with a teasing smile as he sat down beside her for breakfast.
The minute he began eating however, his broad frame caused his elbow to repeatedly collide with her slender wrist. If Hermione was usually snappy, it was nothing compared to her intolerance in the morning towards certain annoyances. namely Oliver Wood. "I'm sure we will, Professor Wood, and if you will kindly remove your elbow so I can actually have room to manipulate my eating utensils," she stated coldly and stopped poking at her pancake.
"Oh, sorry about that," he said as he immediately put his arm under the table. He was not going to tease her. He swore that he would behave and he was determined. However, one look at her and that determination flew out the window. He just couldn't help himself but tease the little mediwitch. "But come on, admit it. You just didn't want my elbow there because you're trying to deny the electric shock that my touch caused."
He never got to complete his teasing when he felt a spiked heel stomp mercilessly on his foot. The sudden pain almost made him spit out the gulp of pumpkin juice in his mouth. He looked over at her and was stunned that she could keep a calm face as if nothing happened. However, he could practically see the horns coming out of her head as her lips twitched to stop the appearance of a devilish smile.
"Women." he muttered as he stabbed the waffle and tore the piece off the fork with his teeth. He winced when he felt another shot of pain from his foot.
"Were you saying something, Professor?" she asked in that seemingly innocent voice of hers.
"No."
The entire time, the pair was completely oblivious to the conversation that was going on right beside them.
* * *
"Have you notice anything. peculiar about Hermione lately?" Minerva McGonagall asked the Hogwarts headmaster.
"It may have something to do with our new flying instructor. After all, her. changes did start after his arrival," the old, yet wise wizard replied. The two elder members of the faculty looked over the Potions Master at the younger generation.
"You can stop staring. You're right, as always," Severus Snape's voice said quietly in their direction and they returned to their meals. "Just so you know, Hermione is angry at Oliver because she thinks that he is nothing but a pompous little git who thinks that all women should worship him. Oliver, on the other hand, has no idea that Hermione feels this way and continues to flirt shamelessly with her. Over the past month, they have been at each other's neck and I must say I have never seen her this. this. frightening, I guess would be the only appropriate word." The other two just stared at him as he emotionlessly poured out the information between the patient chews of his blueberry muffin.
The two remained speechless for a second and looked over at the subjects of their conversation. Of course, they didn't miss the wince on poor Oliver's face and the satisfied smirk on Hermione's. "I don't know what to say. Has Hermione been taking lessons from Draco Malfoy, do you think?" the Transfiguration professor asked curiously. She had never seen her caring, kind, and friendly former student react this way towards. anyone.
"Now, Minerva, we cannot assume what type of personality Mr. Malfoy possessed, even if he WAS placed in the Slytherin house. However, I DO find this scenario very interesting. Severus, as always, has an unusual amount of information on this matter. However, it seems to me that this type of gossip isn't exactly his expertise." With that comment, both of them eyed the Slytherin Head of House with Interest.
"You try making a potion with that woman while she's angry. It's quite. memorable," was his only reply.
To that, Albus Dumbledore could only shake his head and chuckle, "Once a spy, always a spy."
A/N: Finally here! I hope you like it. Don't forget to R&R! (
Chapter 3: Severus Snape- Private Eye
"I swear, he is the most insufferable, egotistic, pompous, obnoxious little brat of a professor I have EVER seen!" Hermione Granger practically yelled as she put the eyes of newt into the cauldron. The usual soft, graceful movements of her hands changed to a choppy, almost violent gesture as she began to chop up the wormwood. Snape, who was currently stirring the contents within the cauldron, was growing increasingly nervous by his colleague's temper. He almost jumped when the knife hit the cutting board with another loud noise.
Ignoring the shriek that Snape had to gulp down, Hermione continued cutting the wormwood into somewhat even pieces. As she did, she imagined every piece of it to be a mini-Oliver, trying to escape from the fingers she currently had on his torso. With another swift cut, his head came off. "I mean, who does he think he is, that he can just waltz in here acting like he owns the stupid place!" Taking a deep breath, she threw the wormwood pieces in. a little too hard. Snape looked longingly. almost mournfully, at the spilled drops of potion that the usual, attentive would have noticed. His wrist involuntarily continued the stirring motion, but his eyes remained on the spilled potion as she rambled on.
"And then, get this Severus, you'll never believe it, he flirted with me! I'm trying to be serious with him about the STUDENTS and he flirts! What is wrong with this guy? Honestly, there is nothing I hate more than some guy who thinks he's all that and that he's God's gift to women! I can't stand him!" With that, she poured the measured amount of nectar into the cauldron. It would have been perfect, if she'd held the flask a little lower to prevent more splashing. Snape almost had a heart attack as he stared at the hole that the drop of splashed potion was making in his black robes. The acidic, sizzling noise only added to the effect.
Another loud chop from the direction of his former student and he snapped out of his reverie. Just as she was about to add in the next ingredient, he immediately jumped and put his hands on her shoulders, lowering her down to a chair. "I'll handle this, Hermione, you just sit, and relax, and. not touch anything." Without waiting for her response, he took the dish from her and carefully added in the ingredient himself, salvaging what was left of the potion.
"I'm sorry, Sev. I really meant to help, considering I was the one who requested the potion for the bug that's going around. But I'm just so mad at him! I mean, I never really knew him that well but I didn't know he was THAT awful. What did YOU think of him when he was in school?" She asked as she folded her arms on the table and rested her chin.
The Potions Master, now more relaxed since he was back in control, kept working without looking up at her. "You're asking the wrong person. He was in Gryffindor so my brain automatically registers him as a hopeless little brat."
Hermione faked an offended gasp and straightened her back again. "Professor Snape, are you saying that you thought I was a hopeless little brat?"
"The worst, and what do you mean, 'was'?"
* * *
"Good morning, Madam Granger. I do hope you have a wonderful time with Severus today at Hogsmeade," Oliver said with a teasing smile as he sat down beside her for breakfast.
The minute he began eating however, his broad frame caused his elbow to repeatedly collide with her slender wrist. If Hermione was usually snappy, it was nothing compared to her intolerance in the morning towards certain annoyances. namely Oliver Wood. "I'm sure we will, Professor Wood, and if you will kindly remove your elbow so I can actually have room to manipulate my eating utensils," she stated coldly and stopped poking at her pancake.
"Oh, sorry about that," he said as he immediately put his arm under the table. He was not going to tease her. He swore that he would behave and he was determined. However, one look at her and that determination flew out the window. He just couldn't help himself but tease the little mediwitch. "But come on, admit it. You just didn't want my elbow there because you're trying to deny the electric shock that my touch caused."
He never got to complete his teasing when he felt a spiked heel stomp mercilessly on his foot. The sudden pain almost made him spit out the gulp of pumpkin juice in his mouth. He looked over at her and was stunned that she could keep a calm face as if nothing happened. However, he could practically see the horns coming out of her head as her lips twitched to stop the appearance of a devilish smile.
"Women." he muttered as he stabbed the waffle and tore the piece off the fork with his teeth. He winced when he felt another shot of pain from his foot.
"Were you saying something, Professor?" she asked in that seemingly innocent voice of hers.
"No."
The entire time, the pair was completely oblivious to the conversation that was going on right beside them.
* * *
"Have you notice anything. peculiar about Hermione lately?" Minerva McGonagall asked the Hogwarts headmaster.
"It may have something to do with our new flying instructor. After all, her. changes did start after his arrival," the old, yet wise wizard replied. The two elder members of the faculty looked over the Potions Master at the younger generation.
"You can stop staring. You're right, as always," Severus Snape's voice said quietly in their direction and they returned to their meals. "Just so you know, Hermione is angry at Oliver because she thinks that he is nothing but a pompous little git who thinks that all women should worship him. Oliver, on the other hand, has no idea that Hermione feels this way and continues to flirt shamelessly with her. Over the past month, they have been at each other's neck and I must say I have never seen her this. this. frightening, I guess would be the only appropriate word." The other two just stared at him as he emotionlessly poured out the information between the patient chews of his blueberry muffin.
The two remained speechless for a second and looked over at the subjects of their conversation. Of course, they didn't miss the wince on poor Oliver's face and the satisfied smirk on Hermione's. "I don't know what to say. Has Hermione been taking lessons from Draco Malfoy, do you think?" the Transfiguration professor asked curiously. She had never seen her caring, kind, and friendly former student react this way towards. anyone.
"Now, Minerva, we cannot assume what type of personality Mr. Malfoy possessed, even if he WAS placed in the Slytherin house. However, I DO find this scenario very interesting. Severus, as always, has an unusual amount of information on this matter. However, it seems to me that this type of gossip isn't exactly his expertise." With that comment, both of them eyed the Slytherin Head of House with Interest.
"You try making a potion with that woman while she's angry. It's quite. memorable," was his only reply.
To that, Albus Dumbledore could only shake his head and chuckle, "Once a spy, always a spy."