Apprentice

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Hermione crossed her arms and glared hard at the brooding male in front of her. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to clean and alphabetize your personal cabinet full of hundreds of ingredients' and potions?

"Yes. It is essential that before you brew, your ingredients must be in order."

Hermione narrowed her eyes "You just don't want to do it! It's a mess!" Snape glanced inside the small closet, maybe it had gotten a little dirty.

"And on top of that its freezing in there." She glared hard.

"Get to it, Ms. Granger." He walked away smirking, maybe making her do things that he really had no desire in doing made him happy.

"Bloody git." she hissed and stepped into the small cabinet, her breath coming out as a white fog.

She started to pull the contents of the shelves off and levitate them above her so she could dust all of the nasty shelves.

"You should learn how to dust once in a while! I could open a bunny farm with all of dust bunnies!" She sneezed.

She shivered and rubbed her arms, maybe a short sleeved shirt was a bad idea today. But then again she did not know she was going to have to sit in a freezer and dust. She flew on her fingers, trying to warm the numb the appendages.

Snape sat at his desk and began writing parchment to order supplies for liquid luck. She should really be doing this, but she was preoccupied complaining and cleaning. He folded the parchment up and called his own person owl, Knox. He handed him the envelope with a few galleons and watched the large owl fly out.

He began to write his lesson plans out for the next week. He scribbled away elegantly, dipping his quill in ink often. His eyebrows knitted together as he heard a noise, it sounded like teeth chattering. He focused harder and continued to write. He put his quill down and stood up at the sound of a loud sneeze. He walked over to the cupboard and saw Hermione shivering, sneezing and chattering. He shrugged his cloak off and cleared his throat.

"I advise you to bring a jacket." He handed her the cloak, and walked away.

Hermione looked at the black material and slipped it on, hands shaking she clasped it in the front. She sighed, it was still warm and smelled masculine. She was surprised he smelt nice, she expected him to smell musky and like the various ingredients he worked with everyday.

Hermione then quickly alphabetized all of this ingredients and then started on his vast collection of potions.

'Ageing potion….Alihotsy Draught…Angel's Trumpet Draught….Anti-paralysis….Wait, where is the amortentia I brewed? Did he use it on someone? Listen to yourself, Severus Snape, the snarky potions professor slipping some poor slytherin a love potion! How absurd.'

She quickly finished her task and walked out of the cold closet. She sighed and slumped in a desk and rubbed her knees. "Thank you."

He simply nodded. Hermione glanced around.

"So….Did you slip love potion to a poor slytherin? Is that why the potion I brewed yesterday is gone?" She babbled out unexpectedly

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"What?" He snapped and looked up glaring.

Hermione inwardly cursed her big mouth, sometimes courage was not a good thing.

"Uh…"

"No, Ms. Granger I did not sneak a love potion to someone. That is very illegal if you do not know." He sneered at her and screwed the top to his ink on.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, Ms Granger. I need at batch of Poly Juice potion. Hopefully this time, you succeed in making it correctly and do not turn into any kind of feline." he was in an asshole kind of mood today, but then again when was he not?

Hermione sneered at him "Yeah, well maybe ill cut some of your hair off for the potion, who knows I might miss and leave a spot in the back of your over sized head."

He narrowed his eyes "Ten points from Gryffindor."

"Twenty points from Slytherin!" His eyes narrowed

"Foolish girl, you cant take house points away!"

"Last time a checked I was head girl." She smiled in triumph

Severus Snape had been beaten in his own game, by a woman! He did not like this, had he finally met his match? What the hell was he thinking?

He surveyed the girl, no woman in front of him. Her long hair was pulled haphazardly in a bun on top of her head with a few pieces hanging down, and his cloak still hung loosely on her shoulders, and pooled around her feet. Did it just get hot or was it just him? He pulled at his collar and chose to sit down.

"Tonight is a full moon, I suggest you collect the fluxweed tonight." he advised.

"Well since it is noon, I am not concerned with it at the moment." She walked into the newly organized cupboard and got down the jar of lacewing flies.

She waved her wand and a cauldron landed in front of her and she started to let it simmer. She counted out twenty one lacewing flies and put the jar back into place. She added them carefully in one minute intervals, stirring clockwise. She stirred it clockwise and placed a charm on the cauldron so it would stir clockwise.

She sighed, "I hate making this. Twenty one days of stirring one ingredient."

"Yes, well Felix Felicius is not going to be any…easier."

"Your out of powdered bi-corn horn." She glanced around the cupboard.

"You will have to powder it yourself." He walked into his office and disappeared for a few moments.

Minutes later he came back holding two horns that were pearly white in complexion. He handed them to her and she sighed.

"Great." She walked over to a desk in the front of the classroom and took a sharp knife and started to cut the hard horn in half. She frowned and pressed down as hard as she could. She gasped and the knife dropped to the floor loudly.

Snape looked up and saw Hermione holding her hand and blood dripping down her arm and onto the floor. He got up and briskly walked to her and grabbed his cloak and ripped a piece of it off and tied around the large cut on her hand. She cried out in pain and tears gathered in her brown eyes.

He grabbed her elbow and stormed out of the dungeons and up the hallway to the hospital wing. Hermione cried loudly and laid her head on his arm as he practically ran to the infirmary.

"It hurts…"

"It is going to hurt, we are almost there." He glanced down at the girl, blood was now covering his hand and now her clothes. The shredded piece of cloth was drenched in dark red by the time they reached the infirmary.

"Oh dear…" Madame Pomfrey grabbed Hermione and sat her down on a bed.

"Severus could you get me some calming drought out of the cabinet?" He walked over and snatched the blue container and handed it to her.

"Drink this dear." she handed the vial to Hermione, who drank it immediately.

"Now I'm going to have to close the wound Hermione, there might be a little pain." She carefully untied the material from her hand.

"Episky." Hermione cried out of her hand felt extremely cold then it quickly turned flaming hot. Hot tears dripped out of her eyes as the wound closed itself.

"All better now dear. I suggest you rest, the calming drought will probably put you to sleep."

Hermione stood up, her eyes puffy. She nodded and said thanks and walked out into the hall, where professor snape was waiting.

"I'm sorry about your cloak. I'll replace it."

Snape grabbed her hand that was injured, there was a scar. He frowned. "It is of no importance. Go and sleep Ms. Granger, I will collect the fluxweed." He turned and walked away, the blood still on his hand and sleeve.

He walked back to his chambers quickly and washed the blood off.

'Why does it bother me that theres a scar on her? Im sure she has many more. Why does this woman effect me so?'

He sighed and walked over to the bloody knife and washed it off, he then continued in crushing the horns.

AN: Well….I hope this was a good chappie. The more you review the more I update and the more I get motivated!