Chapter 10- The Wizard Duel! Snape vs. Harry
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Ron joined Hermione as they walked to their defense against the dark arts class. Harry walked ahead od them and Ron gave Hermione a sympathetic look, but she kept her gaze ahead at Harry. They entered the classroom and Hermione stopped suddenly and Ron smacked into her. He looked up and caught what she had stopped for.
Professor Snape was sitting at Professor Jorgensen's desk. (A.n: A new DATDA Teacher! Yippe!) He was smirking evily and giving every student a look of pure hatred, but when his eyes fell on Hermione, his gaze softened a little and then he looked away. Hermione noticed and she blushed a little. She took a seat next to Lavander and Ron sat with Harry and waited for Professor Snape to begin.
When all was silent and seated, Snape cleared his throat and began...
"Professor Jorgensen has left for the day for business purposes and I'm filling in for him. He has requested that I teach you a new spell and it to be used in a practice duel. Go to the Duel Club room at once."
Students got up from their seats and moved to the door. The Dueling Club room was located at the end of the corridor. It had been moved after last year because Dumbledore wanted the club to have their own room than use the Great Hall. They found an unused and gigantic room that he had never seen before and it never disappeared or moved around so they moved the platform into the room.
Hermione made her way down the hall and followed Ron into the Duel room. Snape was behind her and she jumped slightly as he gently put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her gently forward. If it had been when anyone else, it was a nonchalant gesture, but between them, it meant more. It was a comforting touch. Snape moved quickly away and hurried to the blue and gold moon, sun, and star platform.
The comotion in the room was unbearable and Snape took a deep breath.
"Quiet! QUIET!"
The room fell silent.
"Now...the spell I will be demonstrating is called "Vashitha Potluri". It can stun an opponent while also trapping them in a molassas like bubble, but this effect only lasts for about 30 seconds with inexperienced castings, but with time and practice, can be an advantage to know. Now who will demonstrate with me?"
All was silent and Snape snickered out loud.
"Come now. Who is daring enough to duel against me?"
"I am."
Snape turned around, already matching a face with the voice.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Feeling gusty today, are we? Well, get up here and show me your best."
Harry made his way up to the platform and Snape caught Hermione's eyes. She shook her head and whispered a no.
Snape ignored her and watched Harry carefully as he stepped up the steps and onto his spot.
"Now, I trust you remember how to do this?"
"I do."
"Good."
Snape walked forward and Harry proceeded too. the tension was really heavy and the anticipation was sparking. The two stopped inches apart from eachother and Harry was almost about the smae height as Snape now. They raised their wands and Harry leaned in and whispered so only Snape could hear.
" I know the truth...and it disgusts me..."
"Does it? Well, sorry to "disgust" you..."
"You couldn't possibly care about her..."
"You know nothing of it, boy!"
Harry narrowed his eyes and snapped his wand down. Tiny sparks flew from it and the same thing happened to Snape's wand. Hermione's eyes widened and she was so afraid of what was going to happen. She knew Harry was doing this on purpose. Snape and Harry walked to the opposite ends and turned to face one another. They got into their fighting stances.
"You will try to disarm me first, Potter. No more or no less. If anything goes beyond that...you won't see the light of day again. If you successfully manage to disarm me, cast the stun spell. On the count of three. One...two...three..."
"Exparillarimus!"
A light blue ball emerged from the end of Harry's wand and shot towards Snape, who barely escaped it. Snape bounced up and shot dark yellow waves that looked like electricity, but it bounced off of a shield that Harry casted at the last minute.
"Varsium!"
Snape blinked as Harry's wand glowed and a pink beam shot at Snape and hit him in the arm. His arm tingled then went numb and hung loosely at his side. Unfortuantley for Harry, it wasn't Snape's wand arm.
Snape knew that curse was something he shouldn't have known and he raised his wand and shouted loudly...
"DIFFINDO!"
A short yellow line shot forward and struck Harry in the leg. Harry winced and bent low to cradle his shin. Harry looked up at Snape and felt a bubble of rage rise to the surface.
The battle went on for about another five minutes and it seemed that no matter how hard they tried, they could not disarm eachother.
Finally, the both of them uttered the spell that was susposed to be seen and the students gasped at the silver sparkling bubbles that surronded their Potions teacher and the Boy-Who-Lived. Snape struggled to break free from Harry's bubble.
'Potter's is stronger then I expected.'
But he broke out of it sooner than Harry and that declared him the winner. Snape muttered the countercurse for the spell and Harry fell out and was kneeling on the blue carpet, gasping for air and sweat rolling off of him. A shadow loomed over him and he looked up into Snape sneering face.
"You did an...acceptable job, Potter."
Snape leaned down and whispered...
"But I'll warn you now...stay out of my personal business with Ms. Granger or you'll recieve worse that you just did. It;s not your place to be..."
The whole sentence was spat out and Harry nodded, but had a deathly look in his eyes. Snape turned to the class.
"Practice the spell on any small moving creature and be prepared to present your spell to Professor Jorgensen in the next class. You're dismissed."
Snape gave Harry one last dirty look and walked away with a cocky stride, black robes billowing. Hermione hung behind and slowly made her way to Harry. When he saw her coming, he kept his head down, refusing to look into her eyes.
"Don't..."
"But Harry..."
"No. Just...just don't."
Harry struggled up and walked past her without even a look and she noticed that he was limping. She looked to where he had been kneeling and saw a small puddle of blood staining to blue carpet. She sighed and made her way to the door and headed to the dungeons.
Snape entered his classroom and about a mintue later, Hermione burst in.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing he didn't deserve."
"What do you mean?"
Snape looked at her and scowled slightly.
" I mean that he deserved what was coming to him. I saw the all high and mightly confidence in him and it...fair enough to say...pissed the hell out of me. It was the same look his father got just as he was about to do something troublesome..."
Hermione sighed with weariness. This was growing tiredsome to her, with Harry and her fighting and now Snape complaining to her about him. She wanted it all to stop. She sat at a desk and put her head in her hands.
"What's wrong, luv?"
Hermione groaned out loud and huffed loudly.
"I'm...just...so...tired with this whole...thing."
Snape moved towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. She put her hand on his and they were silent until...
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
Snape gulped and licked his lips. His mouth was really dry.
"Do you...do you regret...what happened?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione turned arounf and looked at him with question.
"Do you?"
"Of course not."
"Then why would you think I would?"
Snape moved and sat in the chair next to her. Hermione felt a little uncomfortable. Snape always stood when he talked, she knew it gave him the feeling that he was controlling the situation, but he was stitting next to her...like an equal. It caught her a little off guard.
" I just...what we did...why wouldn't you regret it? I mean, I'm..."
"...not the right person to do things with. I know and I don't care, Severus. I lo-"
She stopped. She knew she felt love for him, but Harry's words kept nagging at her. Snape had only expressed his love for her when they had been having sex and she thought it had been the moment that made him say those words. Did he feel the same way?
"You what?"
"Nothing."
She was going to keep silent until she absolutley knew that Snape reciprocated her feelings.
Snape nodded and looked away. Hermione had almost said the thing that he so desperatley wanted to hear and it tore at his heart that she couldn't say it.
" I better be going. It's almost time for dinner."
Snape nodded again and watched her lean figure get up from the chair and walk to the door. He so desperatley wanted to feel her in his arms again. He wanted to taste her soft skin and smell her brown silky hair and feel it between his fingers. The arousal bubbled inside of him and he swiflty jumped up and grabbed her before she touched the door handle.
Snape whipped Hermione around and kissed her passionatley. She threw her arms around his neck and ravanged his mouth. Snape gracefully laid her on a nearby desk and so thus began their heated love making.
Harry sat outside, near the lake and underneath the tree that he had seen his father sit under in Snape's memory in his fifth year. The anger ripped through him and he lifted his pant leg to reveal the big gash across his shin. The material didn't even rip from the curse. Even though the gash was deep, Snape's words had hit Harry even deeper.
'Stay out of my personal business with Ms. Granger, Potter.'
'You know nothing of it, boy!'
"That greasy bastard. Snape's not getting away with hurting her."
Harry clenched his fist and stared at the setting sun. Maybe he was wrong. He had seen truth in Snape's eyes and when he whispered those words, Harry noticed the sincerity in his voice. It shocked Harry and confused him. Snape couldn't possibly care and love Hermione. He had a cold and frozen heart and Harry was sure it could never be unthawed. He was so confused. Harry wanted to believe it was all an act because Snape was such a good actor already.
Harry got up and started to walk to the castle entrance, unaware of the cloaked figure with long bleached blonde hair and a white mask that was sitting in one of the worn out branches and had obviously been hiding and listening to the comment he had just made.
Chapter 11- The Threat
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