Beauty and the Potions Master

Disclaimer: Um I don't own any of the character or the idea from Disney although it's not quite there yet.

A/N

I don't know if anyone's read my other story but I'm kinda writer blocked on it so I'm writing this instead, at least till I get a good idea.

Hope ya'll like it.

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger was the most brilliant witch at Hogwarts, and though she didn't know it she was also the most beautiful.

All the boys in her year wanted to be her girlfriend or be the one to mark her as his.

It was a good thing that her two best friends were very protective of her.

They were called the golden trio of Gryffindor, her, and her two friends Harry, and Ron.

Any boy who tried to talk to her backed off when he saw her friends.

Hence the reason, she herself didn't know of her beauty.

One of these boys was actually a man.

And his name was Severus Snape.

He had noticed her mature during her years at Hogwarts and was lusting for her as well as the boys in her year.

She had grown from that little bushy headed know-it-all into a sophisticated young woman.

He knew he shouldn't have had dangerous thoughts like this, especially for a student, but he couldn't help it.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, instead of her bushy brown hair from her early youth, it now hung in soft brown curls down her back.

She now had a supple face, with the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and full rosy lips just begging to be kissed.

He wondered what it would look like to see said lips bruised from being ravished too long.

'Don't think such things, she's your student and besides what kind of girl would want to be with you' he thought savagely.

It was for this reason that Severus Snape kept his mouth shut during Potions class that afternoon.

He glanced at her often in class, while she wasn't looking.

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

She had more qualities to her than her looks that made her irresistible to him.

She was the most brilliant witch Hogwarts had ever seen since Minerva McGonagall was a student.

She was brave, witty, good sense of humor, and stubborn to a fault, he understood her, he was the know-it-all of his age after all.

She was perfect in every way imaginable.

At first he thought her as annoying, answering every question he had with a correct answer, hell she was still annoying but it was better than the other dunderheads, who didn't know anything about the subtle art that was potion making.

He couldn't wait until the end of the year so that he could persist her, and hopefully get to know her better and begin a relationship… 'what the hell are you thinking man, she would never want to have anything to do with you' his inner conscience thought.

'Well maybe someday I'll get up the courage to ask her,' He thought.

Little did he know that a pair of chocolate brown eyes was watching him in his pondering of the subject.

A/N READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE! If your gonna read it at least let me know if I should continue.