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Potions with the Professor.
To say her first day teaching was daunting would be the understatement of the year. She tried to approach teaching in a kind manner, but after the third antic in her classroom by none other than Draco Malfoy himself she snapped. Thus one could visibly see all the frightened students fleeing as quickly as possible from her classroom after each house sufficiently lost at least fifty point's total.
As she now stood alone in her classroom she huffed and mumbled to herself, "Well, no more Miss. Nice Witch for them." She then walked around her desk and plopped unceremoniously into her chair and began to work on next terms syllabus when she was suddenly filled with the odd feeling of someone watching her.
While still working diligently she stated, "Well, if you're done gawking would you mind so terribly telling me what it is that you need?"
She then saw voluminous robes appear to her right peripheral vision and knew instantly it was Snape. She did not even bother looking up at him, knowing that he must have a scowl upon his face as always.
"You know, you wouldn't look so ugly if you stopped scowling. In fact, it distorts your handsome face."
She then looked up to see him with his eyebrow raised in his ever-so haughty yet oh so sexy quizzical manner. Hold on a second…did I just say sexy?
"Miss. Gardner, it has come to my attention from our Headmistress that you are apt at the art of potion making. However loathed I am to allow you near my personal laboratory I am in dire straits for time and am in need of someone to brew simple potions for Poppy. Thus I have come to ask of your assistance."
She sat there for a moment staring up at him in complete amusement, "Are you asking me for help in whatever backhanded manner that was?"
Snape then looked to his right as if the walls suddenly became interesting and placed his arms behind his back, "Perhaps I am."
"Well," she said smiling, "Since you asked so nicely Professor I'd more than delighted to help you."
"Of course, would eight tonight be sufficient amount of time for you to finish your work?"
"Oh this?" She looked down at her work, "This is just next terms syllabus. I believe in always being prepared. Besides, I have no homework to grade until tomorrow, perhaps I didn't think properly enough before I assigned them five full parchments on today's lecture before I became too angry."
He smirked wryly, "Yes, I have heard the gossip."
"Gossip?"
"Yes," he smirked wryly, "apparently the new Arithmancy Professor rivals the old mean bat of the dungeons."
"But you're not old," she blushed furiously. What the hell is wrong with you girl! One guy starts talking to you more than five seconds and you have word vomit! Get it together! "Uh…what I mean to say is-"
He held a finger to her lips, "Please, before you embarrass yourself further." He took his hand away then, "I will see you at eight tonight in my potions classroom. From there I will take you to the lab. Good day Professor Gardener."
He then turned with a billow of his robes and walked gracefully from the room with a smirk on his face while thinking, Yes, I still have interesting ways of persuasion.
Hermione was still staring at the same spot he was once standing in while blushing from head to toe. What was that? Was he flirting…with ME! Did I just like it?...nononononono. I can't start fancying my Professor. I'm his STUDENT! Er…or…was…Oh this is a mess!
Dinner at the high table came and went without event. Not a word came from Professor Snape's mouth even though she now would be seated next to him for the rest of her years…or at least until they found a cure. The only time he spoke was when he stood to leave while confirming their appointment.
So there she stood, outside his door in fear like a bloody first year, not knowing what lay behind his door. She shook her head full of its apprehension and whispered sharply to herself, "Get a grip girl. You're just going to make potions." She promptly knocked upon the door and heard a sharp, "Enter."
Once inside she saw him seated behind his desk working on some sort of paper work. Once he looked up however he rustled his things neatly in a pile and stood from his desk.
"If you'll follow me Professor," he then turned to walk through another door which she quickly then followed. Once inside his office there he stood with another door she'd never seen before which he held open.
"Come, we haven't all night."
She quickly walked past him as he then closed the door behind him and it once again became just a stone wall. She would have complimented him on the genius of it if it weren't for the fact that she had just rushed up to his own private library which lined the entire living area. The only pieces of furniture around was the forest green leather couch and two other arm chairs in leather as well flanking it in front of a rather large and ornate fireplace. As she moved closer to the seats she then saw a tea table similar to her own but far more ornate upon its edging with what looked like serpents wrapping around the tables edging.
"If you're quite finished looking around, we'll continue to my private lab." She saw him move to her left and noticed the door flanked by shelves of books like the rest of the room.
"It's quite lovely you know," she said as she followed him. "I've never seen a living area surrounded by books. You have quite the collection."
"Thank you. But we are not here to talk about my home Professor." He stopped suddenly in the middle of the lab that was nearly as large as his living area. "To your left that door leads to my private stores where you will find all the ingredients. Upon the island there," he pointed to the center of the room where a cauldron sat atop it at waist level, "There is a list of potions and the number that must be made. If you have any questions I will be right over there, "he then pointed to a large desk in the corner of the room that looked as if it was meant for research only, "working on some new potions. Any questions?"
"No. I do believe everything is quite in order."
"Alright," He then went to his desk and went to work.
Ok girl. Get a grip. Just set yourself to work, never mind that you're all alone far from anyone to be able to hear your cries of help should Snape attack you...or ravish you...mmmmm...WHOA! This body has way too many hormones for my taste. She quickly schooled her features to her "Get-out-of-my-way-I'm-really-busy" face and went to the island in the center of the room to pick up the list and get to work. Well, these are very easy, nothing past even a 6th year level at all. She went through a quick mental list and gathered her ingredients and placed each on the island corresponding to their potions. Let's see, I can probably make 30 each of these 3 potions today in 3 hours. That'll give me enough time for some much needed sleep.
While Hermione was having her inner dialogue and setting up, little did she know that Severus was watching her; waiting for the best moment to employ his plan.
Hermione looked at her watch and already saw it was quarter to 11. That was quick. She looked at her final potion and saw it had turned the perfect shade of yellow and turned off her fire. She was about to grab one of the vials when she felt a breath on her neck and a hand clasp her wrist. Her heart immediately went into overdrive as the rest of her body gave off little goose bumps.
"Sir?"
"Allow me to bottle the last of the potions for you Miss Gardner. It's the least I can do."
"Well, of course."
At this point she was sure he could feel her heart rate by the hand that was clasped around her wrist.
"Miss. Gardner, are you alright? You seem...flushed." he smirked to himself behind her as he could sense her embarrassment.
"No, it um, must be because of the work, that's all."
He observed her from behind and looked closely at her lovely neck where her brown curls lay gently then tumbled down the rest of her back. She is quite lovely. He inhaled slightly and caught a scent of what she washed her hair with that morning. Vanilla. She smells like vanilla. He leaned into her neck where her hair lay and surrounded himself with her scent.
Is he...smelling me? O lord. She blushed even more if that were even possible for her. She turned slightly around and he let go of his hold upon her wrist.
"Well, um...I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast!"
She quickly made her exit through the door she had entered while leaving Snape to bottle the potions while smirking to himself. This will be easier than I thought and quite fun in the process.
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