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Hermione knew a lot of things, sure, but of course there were some things she simply couldn't fathom...and Severus Snape was one of them. He had been the most hated teachers at Hogwarts had ever held, and really he hadn't changed. He still favored Slytherin far above the rest, and still saved his look of loathing only for Harry.......at times. But to say he hadn't changed at all would completely untruthful.
It probably started in her 6th year a Hogwarts. She had the time turner again and it was much less stressful this time around. Probably because it wasn't being used to run all over the castle trying to be in two classes at once, she was finally allowed to join the order and since she was the only one young enough that knew how to use it (besides Harry, but he was in enough trouble already) and wasn't really known by dark wizards everywhere, she had the responsibility of using it when called on, it wasn't a real mission like Ron and Harry had got but it made her feel important.
Around the middle of first term she had decided she absolutely loved Potions, no matter how unbearable the Potions master was. So she went to Professor McGonagall and she worked it out with, a very reluctant, Professor Snape. She would be his apprentice of sorts and help with classes of lower grades. And so it began.
It hard for her to deal with at first, having to be with him every free time she had, but soon they came to an agreement that if this was going to go on they'd have to let go of the grudge, and so he became Severus and she, Hermione.
The year went on and they found things they had in common. The love for books and solitude and, even though he'd always wanted the DADA job, as he had expressed to her once, the love for Potions. She'd found out a lot from Severus, turns out, even though it works, she'd been stirring the Sleeping Drought wrong since her 1st year.
"What're you doing?" Severus asked one night when they were working late.
"I'm stirring the Drought.......I'm sure it's time." She told him looking confused.
"Yes, but you're doing wrong." He replied rolling his eyes.
"What? I've been doing it this way since I was 11!"
"Well you've been doing it wrong since you were 11. I always wondered why yours were never as strong as the others. I knew you mixed the right ingredients, I was watching.........to be sure you didn't help Longbottom." Severus said, looking away a little and rolling his eyes at himself. (if you've ever seen Lizzie McGuire and you know the look Gordo has every time he says something that may give away his love for Lizzie, then you know what I'm talking about.)
"Well then how do you do it then Mr. Smarty Pants?" said Hermione bending her knee to the side with her hands on her hips, smiling, knowing that stance always got him going. ("You look like a snooty 5 year old!") He exhaled sharply and walked to the front of her cauldron. "You have to stir while you're stirring." Taking her ladle and demonstrating.
"Huh?" Hermione said "brightly"
He chuckled softly which made her smile but she quickly hid as he started to walk around her table to stand behind her.
~*~Sure, I know 'bout the travel of time~ But I haven't seen most of the world~ I don't know~ Diving out of the sky~ Or living like the diamonds of pearl~ I haven't danced to a musical tune~And I haven't noticed the flowers in bloom~And I haven't smiled when alone on my room very much~ Then we touched~*~
"You have to stir while you're stirring, see?" he demonstrated again twirling the ladle with his fingers as it went counter clock wise around the cauldron "You understand now?"
"I think." She said taking the ladle from his oddly smooth but calloused hands. It sent shivers down her spine.
~*~I just know~ When you put your hands on me~ I feel sexy~ And my body turns to gold~ I just know~ When you put your hands one me~ I feel ready~ And I lose my self control~*~
She couldn't seem to get the hang of it, and this wasn't likely to be found in a book. (The Ancient Art of Stirring While Stirring) She laughed a bit as she thought this and Severus looked up from his old position at the table next to hers.
"You're still doing it wrong." He said smirking, "Perfect Granger's finally met her match, doing two things at once." Walking up behind her once more, he took her hand in his and yet again showed her how to do it. She was getting nervous the only man she'd been this close to was her father, and well let's just say she didn't get shocks of excitement every time she was this close to her father.
~*~I don't know~ If a doll can unwind~ Or how to make a person go~ And I don't know~ How to be what you like~ And simply open up the depths of my soul~*~
His voice brought her out of her thoughts, "Hermione? Are you in there?" He had taken his hands off hers, and she seemed to be doing it all by herself, though subconsciously. "Are you okay? It's probably the fumes of the potions, you should probably be heading back before Potter and Weasley get to worried.........don't want the mean old Potions Master taking advantage of their lil' Hermione." He said, making his best impression of Ron, which was, it had to be said, pathetic.
"That's pathetic." Hermione said, laughing at his poor imitation.
"Oh yea? Let's see you try." He said smiling at her in satisfaction.
"Okay......." She said trying to think of what to say. "Hermione?! What the bloody hell do you see in him?? He's a hook nosed bastard! And he's like 15 years older than you!" she said in a perfect imitation of Ron. Smiling, she looked up at him hoping maybe he had gotten the hint.
~*~So I keep my wings and my eyes on the down~ Ready for nothin' ~ But holdin' my ground~ And I haven't used a particular noun very much~ Then we touched~*~
He looked at her stunned. Had she really just said that? He took a second to add it up 15 years older? Check. Hook nose? (Ha!) Okay check. Bastard? I should think not! Okay, okay check. She saw something in him? That was impossible......wasn't it?
He looked at her again; she had a pink tinge to her cheeks and was looking at him expectantly. He should say something. "What do you see in him Hermione?" oh yea that was smooth.
"I honestly don't know, I mean the age difference is a bit steep but I don't feel any different around him than any of my friends. He doesn't treat me like some stupid girl who has nothing to do but stick her nose on a book and well even with that "hook nose" I find him rather sexy." She said, her face turning a darker crimson.
Severus didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so to break the nagging silence he said with a smile, a truly genuine smile that no one, not even Hermione, saw very often, "I could talk to Remus for you if you'd like. I'm sure he wouldn't mind Ron calling him a hook nosed bastard."
Hermione's mouth dropped to the floor. "Severus Snape! You know perfectly well I was not talking about Professor Lupin! Are you really that thick? I was talking about yo-," but she was cut off. He was kissing her. Kissing her. And she kissed him back.
~*~I just know~ When you put your hands on me~ I feel sexy~ And my body turns to gold~ I just know~ When you put your hands on me~ I feel ready~ And I lose my self control~*~
It wasn't allowed, they know that. Her parents would never approve. He could get fired. So when they weren't alone it was back to normal. He was Professor Snape and she was Miss Granger, but as the classes leave and she walks in prepared to teach another lesson...........
"Hello Severus." She says as she sits down next to him at the front desk.
"Hello Hermione." He says smiling slyly. The class is finally seated and he feels a hand on his upper thigh as she helps herself up to teach the class. She turns around and winks at him,
"Hello class........now, who here knows how to make a Sleeping Drought?"
A/N: I know I changed a couple of the lyrics! I had to to make it fit the story!! Review!!!!!!!
Hermione knew a lot of things, sure, but of course there were some things she simply couldn't fathom...and Severus Snape was one of them. He had been the most hated teachers at Hogwarts had ever held, and really he hadn't changed. He still favored Slytherin far above the rest, and still saved his look of loathing only for Harry.......at times. But to say he hadn't changed at all would completely untruthful.
It probably started in her 6th year a Hogwarts. She had the time turner again and it was much less stressful this time around. Probably because it wasn't being used to run all over the castle trying to be in two classes at once, she was finally allowed to join the order and since she was the only one young enough that knew how to use it (besides Harry, but he was in enough trouble already) and wasn't really known by dark wizards everywhere, she had the responsibility of using it when called on, it wasn't a real mission like Ron and Harry had got but it made her feel important.
Around the middle of first term she had decided she absolutely loved Potions, no matter how unbearable the Potions master was. So she went to Professor McGonagall and she worked it out with, a very reluctant, Professor Snape. She would be his apprentice of sorts and help with classes of lower grades. And so it began.
It hard for her to deal with at first, having to be with him every free time she had, but soon they came to an agreement that if this was going to go on they'd have to let go of the grudge, and so he became Severus and she, Hermione.
The year went on and they found things they had in common. The love for books and solitude and, even though he'd always wanted the DADA job, as he had expressed to her once, the love for Potions. She'd found out a lot from Severus, turns out, even though it works, she'd been stirring the Sleeping Drought wrong since her 1st year.
"What're you doing?" Severus asked one night when they were working late.
"I'm stirring the Drought.......I'm sure it's time." She told him looking confused.
"Yes, but you're doing wrong." He replied rolling his eyes.
"What? I've been doing it this way since I was 11!"
"Well you've been doing it wrong since you were 11. I always wondered why yours were never as strong as the others. I knew you mixed the right ingredients, I was watching.........to be sure you didn't help Longbottom." Severus said, looking away a little and rolling his eyes at himself. (if you've ever seen Lizzie McGuire and you know the look Gordo has every time he says something that may give away his love for Lizzie, then you know what I'm talking about.)
"Well then how do you do it then Mr. Smarty Pants?" said Hermione bending her knee to the side with her hands on her hips, smiling, knowing that stance always got him going. ("You look like a snooty 5 year old!") He exhaled sharply and walked to the front of her cauldron. "You have to stir while you're stirring." Taking her ladle and demonstrating.
"Huh?" Hermione said "brightly"
He chuckled softly which made her smile but she quickly hid as he started to walk around her table to stand behind her.
~*~Sure, I know 'bout the travel of time~ But I haven't seen most of the world~ I don't know~ Diving out of the sky~ Or living like the diamonds of pearl~ I haven't danced to a musical tune~And I haven't noticed the flowers in bloom~And I haven't smiled when alone on my room very much~ Then we touched~*~
"You have to stir while you're stirring, see?" he demonstrated again twirling the ladle with his fingers as it went counter clock wise around the cauldron "You understand now?"
"I think." She said taking the ladle from his oddly smooth but calloused hands. It sent shivers down her spine.
~*~I just know~ When you put your hands on me~ I feel sexy~ And my body turns to gold~ I just know~ When you put your hands one me~ I feel ready~ And I lose my self control~*~
She couldn't seem to get the hang of it, and this wasn't likely to be found in a book. (The Ancient Art of Stirring While Stirring) She laughed a bit as she thought this and Severus looked up from his old position at the table next to hers.
"You're still doing it wrong." He said smirking, "Perfect Granger's finally met her match, doing two things at once." Walking up behind her once more, he took her hand in his and yet again showed her how to do it. She was getting nervous the only man she'd been this close to was her father, and well let's just say she didn't get shocks of excitement every time she was this close to her father.
~*~I don't know~ If a doll can unwind~ Or how to make a person go~ And I don't know~ How to be what you like~ And simply open up the depths of my soul~*~
His voice brought her out of her thoughts, "Hermione? Are you in there?" He had taken his hands off hers, and she seemed to be doing it all by herself, though subconsciously. "Are you okay? It's probably the fumes of the potions, you should probably be heading back before Potter and Weasley get to worried.........don't want the mean old Potions Master taking advantage of their lil' Hermione." He said, making his best impression of Ron, which was, it had to be said, pathetic.
"That's pathetic." Hermione said, laughing at his poor imitation.
"Oh yea? Let's see you try." He said smiling at her in satisfaction.
"Okay......." She said trying to think of what to say. "Hermione?! What the bloody hell do you see in him?? He's a hook nosed bastard! And he's like 15 years older than you!" she said in a perfect imitation of Ron. Smiling, she looked up at him hoping maybe he had gotten the hint.
~*~So I keep my wings and my eyes on the down~ Ready for nothin' ~ But holdin' my ground~ And I haven't used a particular noun very much~ Then we touched~*~
He looked at her stunned. Had she really just said that? He took a second to add it up 15 years older? Check. Hook nose? (Ha!) Okay check. Bastard? I should think not! Okay, okay check. She saw something in him? That was impossible......wasn't it?
He looked at her again; she had a pink tinge to her cheeks and was looking at him expectantly. He should say something. "What do you see in him Hermione?" oh yea that was smooth.
"I honestly don't know, I mean the age difference is a bit steep but I don't feel any different around him than any of my friends. He doesn't treat me like some stupid girl who has nothing to do but stick her nose on a book and well even with that "hook nose" I find him rather sexy." She said, her face turning a darker crimson.
Severus didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so to break the nagging silence he said with a smile, a truly genuine smile that no one, not even Hermione, saw very often, "I could talk to Remus for you if you'd like. I'm sure he wouldn't mind Ron calling him a hook nosed bastard."
Hermione's mouth dropped to the floor. "Severus Snape! You know perfectly well I was not talking about Professor Lupin! Are you really that thick? I was talking about yo-," but she was cut off. He was kissing her. Kissing her. And she kissed him back.
~*~I just know~ When you put your hands on me~ I feel sexy~ And my body turns to gold~ I just know~ When you put your hands on me~ I feel ready~ And I lose my self control~*~
It wasn't allowed, they know that. Her parents would never approve. He could get fired. So when they weren't alone it was back to normal. He was Professor Snape and she was Miss Granger, but as the classes leave and she walks in prepared to teach another lesson...........
"Hello Severus." She says as she sits down next to him at the front desk.
"Hello Hermione." He says smiling slyly. The class is finally seated and he feels a hand on his upper thigh as she helps herself up to teach the class. She turns around and winks at him,
"Hello class........now, who here knows how to make a Sleeping Drought?"
A/N: I know I changed a couple of the lyrics! I had to to make it fit the story!! Review!!!!!!!