I apologise for what may seem to be Hermione and particularly Ron-bashing. I'm just trying to keep them in character, and this chapter is from Snape's pov after all ! Leave a review if you have a particular character who's pov you want - or just review period. :) Thanks and as always, happy reading !
Severus Snape examined the know-it-all Granger and the particularly dimwitted Weasley boy trying to cast inconspicuous glances at each other over the fumes wafting from the bubbling potions. While it was less intolerable that Granger was doing it since she did unfortunately have talent in the precise art of potion-making, the combination of Weasley and brewing a potion was enough to set his teeth on edge any day due to its high-risk nature. He didn't need the girl's untamed mop and buck-toothed grin creating an added distraction. Snape sneered. What made the situation even more maddening was that it was clear even to him that they were - what was the expression young people used nowadays? Right. It was clear that the two were crazy about one another. It was disgusting, the whole thing. He had always known that the boy was daft, he was a Weasley after all. But the girl was supposed to be clever for Merlin's sake. He felt almost mollified, as he had always maintained to the other professors that the girl didn't possess a particularly clever mind, merely the inane ability to regurgitate exceptionally long excerpts of text verbatim. He would have to remember to gloat later on in the staff room. For now, he would have to do something about these love-sick puppy expressions. He was beginning to feel nauseous.
"Weasley! Stop staring at Granger and be attentive to your potion! Or at the very least, look at something more attractive, there are some flubberworms at your work station needing to be popped."
Ahh. He had to admit, while he despised his job, there were a few perks.
"Weasley! Stop trying to cop a feel! She doesn't need comforting, nor does she need a tissue. She has enough hair to dry up an ocean!"
