Chapter 3- The first class
A.n: Hydee Ho! Thanks for the 5 reviews so far...I know Snape is a little OOC, but please bear with me people...the only way you can have a Snape relationship story is if he gets OOC...I believe under all the abuse and coldness and just black and blue meaniess of Severus Snape there is a teddy bear of a man and he needs to surface!!! So...I will keep him IC at the times he should be and all the other times...well let's just say their be some fluff and some confusion and some fluff...so if you are allergic to fluff then stay clear of chapters marked "FLUFF"!If you're allergic to lemons then stay clear of the chapters marked "LEMON"!But, don't worry...there won't be much graphicness is the lemons! Okay? Now onto the show!
I've seen you hangin' round
This darkness where I'm bound
And this black hole I've dug for me
Friday came as fast as Hermione would've liked and she'd had been working all week on the Potions essays that Snape had given her to grade. Harry still wasn't talking to her and he wasn't talking to Ginny either. Ron gave in after a day and he thought maybe Hermione would be a good thing for Snape...maybe her good moods would rub off on him.
Hermione snorted at this and she finished the last line of the last Potions essay. It wasn't that there were alot of them, it was that they were so long and drawn out that Hermione only finished them today. She also had her other homework to concentrate on too. She had spent most early mornings and late evenings in the library, doing her homework then doing the essays. Plus, she still hadn't told Dumbledore about her teacher of choice and she had to do that today too.
'I'll do it after Snape's class.' She thought to herself confidently. She gathered her things, told Ron and Ginny goodbye and headed to the dungeons for her first shadowing class.
The dungeons were rather warm for being the dungeons and she wondered if someone had put a heating spell on the hall. She walked down the steps and was passed by nervous looking first year students, heading with quickness from the Potions classroom. She shook her head and remembered what it had been like the first time she had walked down here for her first lesson of Potions. She remembered how Harry had stuck up for her when Snape hadn't picked on her when he asked questions. That put a small smile on her face and she headed to the oak door in a good mood.
Hermione heaved open the door and stuck her head in slowly. The classroom was empty and she walked in and shut the door. She walked up to Snape's desk and placed the essays neatly in the middle of the desk.
Just as she was about to find a suitable seat to sit in, Snape came through his office door and looked up suddenly. He whipped out his wand, but lowered it quickly when he saw who it was.
"My class doesn't start for another 15 minutes, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded stood in front of his desk.
"I know that, sir. I just wanted to return the essays before the class started."
Snape looked at the pile on his desk and was mildy surprised. She had actually done the grading. He walked over to the pile and leafed through the parchments quickly. He knew which student deserved their grade and he was more surprised when he realized that Hermione had actually done it right. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised and then came to stand in front of her.
"You did well, considering that you have no experience with grading, but my mistake...you probably read a book on how to do it."
Hermione eyes narrowed slightly and she knew that was a real insult. She was about to open her mouth when Snape moved closer to her. She backed up into the solid oak desk and she winced with pain. Snape bent forward and his face was so close to hers. Hermione took in a deep breath and could smell him; a mixture of sandlewood and cedar. Her head began to float and spin.
Snape reached out behind her and grabbed a quill from his desk and held it out to her.
"Here. Take notes and pay attention. Do NOT interuppt me or condtradict me in anyway, shape or form. When I give you an instruction, follow it without any whining or complaining. Always answer me like you would..."
"How would I answer you differently?" Hermione's eyebrows raised with question and Snape held back his snappy remark that was on the end of his tongue.
"I'm only presenting a problem that may arise, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded and waited for Snape to move so she could sit down somewhere. When he finally moved, she swept away quickly and picked out a seat in way back. She grabbed a piece of parchment the book she brought with her and began to write headings and dates on it.
Snape's second year students started to arrive and Hermione watched as the first couple of student cautiously made there way into the classroom and took their seats. When everyone was in, Snape gave them all a cold glare, for good measure, and began to explain the potion that they were going to create. Hermione watched as Snape tapped the board with his wand and the ingredients and steps appeared slowly on it.
Hermione took down how Snape acted towards the students and how he acted when he was teaching. She started to notice something strange though. He acted a tad bit more strict with these second years than he does with her class. Was it because they have had him for so long? No...he always was the same, ruthless bastard that he was acting like now, but something was different. Hermione couldn't place a finger on it, but it was there.
Hermione thought back to what Harry had told her last year about when he was taking the lessons with Snape to block out Voldermort in their 5th year. He had seem how Snape was treated as a kid back when he was a student and Harry and felt a twinge of sympathy for him. Hermione then took the fact that maybe those traumatic childhood experiences made him who he is today. That, plus becoming a Death Eater. Harry's father's and Sirius's actions probably drove Snape to the dark side.
Hermione marveled at how this man could come back to Hogwarts and teach when in every crevest in the castle probably haunted him. Around every corner held terrible memories for him and to come back and face it everyday, Hermione realized he was a real hero.
Hermione watched Snape and kept writing down his actions, but also her thoughts as well. When she looked back up to the front, she noticed that the students were all working on their potions and Snape was walking around them, surveying. He turned so he was facing Hermione and even though Hermione was in the shadows, Snape was sure that she was staring at him.
Snape looked up at the shadows, he and Hermione made eye contact and she swiftly looked away. Snape stood there for a moment, pretending to observe a students stirring in hinkypink smoke and he tried to register the look that Hermione had in her eyes. Even though she was in the shadows, he could still see her eyes and they had held what he thought was sympathy and admiration. Snape shook his head and the student that thought he was watching her, frowned at her potion and knew she had done something wrong.
Snape didn't notice and he walked back up to the front of the room slowly. He glanced at the clock and saw that they had about 2 minutes left.
"Stop, whatever you are doing and bottle your potions. Leave them at your desks when you leave...and please make sure you CORK THEM!"
He stared at one particular student and the student flushed with embarresment. As the students left, Snape beckoned Hermione to come up front. Hermione rose from her chair and made her way up to Snape.
"Yes, sir?"
"Please collect the vials and place them on my desk. Then, you may go."
Hermione nodded with confusion as Snape hurridly turned his back on her and swept through his office door, his black cloak billowing behind him.
Snape, noe in the safety of his office, began to pace. He was very confused in why Hermione would be giving him such a look that she gave. He should've asked her...no, he couldn't show that he had a soft side. Snape stopped and scoffed. Severus Snape have a soft side...why had he thought that? He began to pace again and Hermione's look kept floatinf back into his mind. Snape strode over to a cuboard and withdrew a big stone bowl that had white whispy stuff floating around in it (A.n: The Pensive...I know everyone knows, but...just in case!)
Snape also withdrew his wand and touched the tip to his temple. A long strand of white came out from his head and he flicked it into the Pensive. Snape looked down into the bowl and turned away when Hermione's smiling face appeared in it. He quickly placed it back into the cuboard and shut the door tight.
(THERE! My back is killing me...I can'tsee really well and I need to bend forwar to see my screen! GEEZ! I have glasses, but they don't work too well. Okay, please review or Voldie will find you...you've been unfaithful as his servant!!!)
A.n: Hydee Ho! Thanks for the 5 reviews so far...I know Snape is a little OOC, but please bear with me people...the only way you can have a Snape relationship story is if he gets OOC...I believe under all the abuse and coldness and just black and blue meaniess of Severus Snape there is a teddy bear of a man and he needs to surface!!! So...I will keep him IC at the times he should be and all the other times...well let's just say their be some fluff and some confusion and some fluff...so if you are allergic to fluff then stay clear of chapters marked "FLUFF"!If you're allergic to lemons then stay clear of the chapters marked "LEMON"!But, don't worry...there won't be much graphicness is the lemons! Okay? Now onto the show!
I've seen you hangin' round
This darkness where I'm bound
And this black hole I've dug for me
Friday came as fast as Hermione would've liked and she'd had been working all week on the Potions essays that Snape had given her to grade. Harry still wasn't talking to her and he wasn't talking to Ginny either. Ron gave in after a day and he thought maybe Hermione would be a good thing for Snape...maybe her good moods would rub off on him.
Hermione snorted at this and she finished the last line of the last Potions essay. It wasn't that there were alot of them, it was that they were so long and drawn out that Hermione only finished them today. She also had her other homework to concentrate on too. She had spent most early mornings and late evenings in the library, doing her homework then doing the essays. Plus, she still hadn't told Dumbledore about her teacher of choice and she had to do that today too.
'I'll do it after Snape's class.' She thought to herself confidently. She gathered her things, told Ron and Ginny goodbye and headed to the dungeons for her first shadowing class.
The dungeons were rather warm for being the dungeons and she wondered if someone had put a heating spell on the hall. She walked down the steps and was passed by nervous looking first year students, heading with quickness from the Potions classroom. She shook her head and remembered what it had been like the first time she had walked down here for her first lesson of Potions. She remembered how Harry had stuck up for her when Snape hadn't picked on her when he asked questions. That put a small smile on her face and she headed to the oak door in a good mood.
Hermione heaved open the door and stuck her head in slowly. The classroom was empty and she walked in and shut the door. She walked up to Snape's desk and placed the essays neatly in the middle of the desk.
Just as she was about to find a suitable seat to sit in, Snape came through his office door and looked up suddenly. He whipped out his wand, but lowered it quickly when he saw who it was.
"My class doesn't start for another 15 minutes, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded stood in front of his desk.
"I know that, sir. I just wanted to return the essays before the class started."
Snape looked at the pile on his desk and was mildy surprised. She had actually done the grading. He walked over to the pile and leafed through the parchments quickly. He knew which student deserved their grade and he was more surprised when he realized that Hermione had actually done it right. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised and then came to stand in front of her.
"You did well, considering that you have no experience with grading, but my mistake...you probably read a book on how to do it."
Hermione eyes narrowed slightly and she knew that was a real insult. She was about to open her mouth when Snape moved closer to her. She backed up into the solid oak desk and she winced with pain. Snape bent forward and his face was so close to hers. Hermione took in a deep breath and could smell him; a mixture of sandlewood and cedar. Her head began to float and spin.
Snape reached out behind her and grabbed a quill from his desk and held it out to her.
"Here. Take notes and pay attention. Do NOT interuppt me or condtradict me in anyway, shape or form. When I give you an instruction, follow it without any whining or complaining. Always answer me like you would..."
"How would I answer you differently?" Hermione's eyebrows raised with question and Snape held back his snappy remark that was on the end of his tongue.
"I'm only presenting a problem that may arise, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded and waited for Snape to move so she could sit down somewhere. When he finally moved, she swept away quickly and picked out a seat in way back. She grabbed a piece of parchment the book she brought with her and began to write headings and dates on it.
Snape's second year students started to arrive and Hermione watched as the first couple of student cautiously made there way into the classroom and took their seats. When everyone was in, Snape gave them all a cold glare, for good measure, and began to explain the potion that they were going to create. Hermione watched as Snape tapped the board with his wand and the ingredients and steps appeared slowly on it.
Hermione took down how Snape acted towards the students and how he acted when he was teaching. She started to notice something strange though. He acted a tad bit more strict with these second years than he does with her class. Was it because they have had him for so long? No...he always was the same, ruthless bastard that he was acting like now, but something was different. Hermione couldn't place a finger on it, but it was there.
Hermione thought back to what Harry had told her last year about when he was taking the lessons with Snape to block out Voldermort in their 5th year. He had seem how Snape was treated as a kid back when he was a student and Harry and felt a twinge of sympathy for him. Hermione then took the fact that maybe those traumatic childhood experiences made him who he is today. That, plus becoming a Death Eater. Harry's father's and Sirius's actions probably drove Snape to the dark side.
Hermione marveled at how this man could come back to Hogwarts and teach when in every crevest in the castle probably haunted him. Around every corner held terrible memories for him and to come back and face it everyday, Hermione realized he was a real hero.
Hermione watched Snape and kept writing down his actions, but also her thoughts as well. When she looked back up to the front, she noticed that the students were all working on their potions and Snape was walking around them, surveying. He turned so he was facing Hermione and even though Hermione was in the shadows, Snape was sure that she was staring at him.
Snape looked up at the shadows, he and Hermione made eye contact and she swiftly looked away. Snape stood there for a moment, pretending to observe a students stirring in hinkypink smoke and he tried to register the look that Hermione had in her eyes. Even though she was in the shadows, he could still see her eyes and they had held what he thought was sympathy and admiration. Snape shook his head and the student that thought he was watching her, frowned at her potion and knew she had done something wrong.
Snape didn't notice and he walked back up to the front of the room slowly. He glanced at the clock and saw that they had about 2 minutes left.
"Stop, whatever you are doing and bottle your potions. Leave them at your desks when you leave...and please make sure you CORK THEM!"
He stared at one particular student and the student flushed with embarresment. As the students left, Snape beckoned Hermione to come up front. Hermione rose from her chair and made her way up to Snape.
"Yes, sir?"
"Please collect the vials and place them on my desk. Then, you may go."
Hermione nodded with confusion as Snape hurridly turned his back on her and swept through his office door, his black cloak billowing behind him.
Snape, noe in the safety of his office, began to pace. He was very confused in why Hermione would be giving him such a look that she gave. He should've asked her...no, he couldn't show that he had a soft side. Snape stopped and scoffed. Severus Snape have a soft side...why had he thought that? He began to pace again and Hermione's look kept floatinf back into his mind. Snape strode over to a cuboard and withdrew a big stone bowl that had white whispy stuff floating around in it (A.n: The Pensive...I know everyone knows, but...just in case!)
Snape also withdrew his wand and touched the tip to his temple. A long strand of white came out from his head and he flicked it into the Pensive. Snape looked down into the bowl and turned away when Hermione's smiling face appeared in it. He quickly placed it back into the cuboard and shut the door tight.
(THERE! My back is killing me...I can'tsee really well and I need to bend forwar to see my screen! GEEZ! I have glasses, but they don't work too well. Okay, please review or Voldie will find you...you've been unfaithful as his servant!!!)