The next morning I woke up and resisted putting on my school robes. To be safe I grabbed my Hogwarts rule book. It stated that I was to wear a Hogwarts female uniform, it said nothing about modifying it. Finally a loop hole! I took out my skirt and made it reach the floor instead and made my robe a matching length. Much better!

In the great hall there was much buzz over my outfit, but in the end nothing could be done about it. I could have sworn I saw Professor Snape smirk down at me. This was sure to be a topic of discussion tonight.

Through the day several students asked me about my loop hole, which I happily told them. Individualism was back at Hogwarts! I have to admit I was rather proud of what I had accomplished. Sure it was as simple as looking in a book, but it made Hogwarts much more interesting.

I skipped dinner and instead stayed in my dorm, preparing for the potions lesson.

I changed into a bell sleeved White shirt that clung everywhere, a black vest with boning in it, but not quite a corset. I put on a pair of black pants and my black outer robe.

As I arrived Professor Snape was waiting for me. He grinned at my appearance but we soon start to work on 'Wanifer's Restorative Potion' named obviously after the inventor. It was again me with one cauldron and him with another. Again we both removed our outer robes and I put my hair up.

As I continued to work I found him looking at me with an odd look in his eyes. I glanced up and he quickly looked away. That was odd. I was sure he was staring so intently at me. Well, best to not let it distract me from my work. It was rather dull, but to me it was calming, the stirring the adding, the stirring the adding.

There it was again. The feeling that he was looking at me. I instead went for a different approach. I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. I got down to where it was showing about half my chest, I let out a low moan. He fell out of his chair. With a wave of my wand my shirt was back to its buttoned state. I went over and knelt beside him.

"Professor, are you ok?"

"I am perfectly fine. You however." He stopped seeing my shirt was perfectly buttoned.

"I what professor?"

"Nothing Ms. Granger, I'm sure it was a mirage caused from the heat of the potions."

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"I am fine Ms. Granger, the potions have about 3 more minutes and then they will be bottled accordingly. After that we will discuss some things."

The rest of the three minutes was spent with me wondering what the hell he wanted to discuss. However, in no time the potions were bottled and we were in his office, with tea and pastries.

"Ms. Granger, I noticed your attire today, as did the rest of the school."

"It is perfectly fine according to the guidelines set in the Hogwarts rule book."

"I am perfectly aware of the Hogwarts rule book. I discovered the same thing in my years and used it on my robes to make a more dignified look. I'm surprised you didn't discover it before now."

"I hadn't really thought of it, really. Until the other night when I felt so comfortable in my usual attire, I then decided to check into it. You are not mad then?"

"Hardly, I'm slightly pleased with it."

"How so?"

"Well think about, outside of house definition, the students have no way of showing who they really are. Individuality is very important for any young witch or wizard. It is important for their development."

"I am hardly a young witch at an impressionable age, professor."

"I am becoming increasingly aware of that fact."

They sat there in an awkward silence for some time, both blushing and looking or a way to recover the conversation.

"Professor, I know that you might not prefer to spend your time with me, but I think you should know that I very much enjoy the time we spend together."

"In the beginning it seemed like the end of the world. But I must admit I am starting to find it to be tolerable."

"I am glad I am 'tolerable' sir."

He grinned at each other. If anybody else had seen tit they would have thought we were completely bonkers, off our rockers finally. The head of Slytherin and the Gryffindor know it all, grinning like children that have just seen the ice cream man.

"Well Ms. Granger, I believe that would be the end of our session this evening. Tomorrow same time I believe."

"Yes professor, I look forward to it."

"As do I Ms. Granger"

That night in my bed I couldn't stop thinking of the tall dark mysterious man with a voice of Velvet. He seemed to be holding my thoughts a lot lately. Surely it was a fascination that all girls feel for their teacher at some point or another. At best it was an admiration of his talent and intelligence. What else could it be?

Little did I know the man several floors below was thinking some of the same things about me.

Ok, so this one doesn't really have a theme from the song but I just couldn't fit one in there. I hope you will forgive me!

Next one up when I get inspired!

LFJ