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Sketches of the mind.
She needed him. Needed him like she needed air to breathe. She was lost now to a daydream that had been her norm as of late and she tried to struggle free from it's grasp to pay attention. But his mouth, even when trying to focus on the words coming out, it was his mouth that sent her to no man's land and all rational thought released into the atmosphere. His hands flew up in exasperation of a student who was frustrating him to the point of wand waving, those hands…
"Miss Granger! Miss Granger are you listening? 10 points from Gryffindor for inattention. Miss Granger, are you prepared with an answer to the question?"
He sneered and Malfoy sniggered behind his cauldron, but not in the line of sight to the Professor.
Hermione scowled blackly and glanced down at her notes. She had created a charm in her second year to record all notes and information that flowed from her mind, to her quill then to the parchment.
Desperately trying to squelch the look of horror that flew across her face she shut her notebook and put her head down on her crossed arms.
"Miss…? Huh, is that a no then, Miss Granger. Detention for sleeping in class. The answer to the aforementioned question is Yes. To begin, the history of the…"
Hermione snapped her head up at the word 'detention' and was locked onto Professor Snape's raven black eyes. "Yes." The rest didn't matter. He was not telling the class yes with that first affirmative, no, he was seeing Her mind and he saw what her quill had taken down in writing. Some pictures were hastily scratched out in ink, not to detailed, but an identifiable position indeed.
Severus Snape saw those and more, and gave her an answer to an unasked question, then detention for hopefully the enacting of those sketches and scenarios that littered almost 4 feet of her tiniest script that she used on exams so other could not read her answers.
When class ended she stood to gather her things, very slowly, very meticulously. A presence filled the space behind her and she whipped around instinctually, her part in the war keeping her guard up and muscles tense with remembering the battles. Her wand was snatched out of her hand on her half spin and it dangled languidly in his slender fingers.
His face was a plethora of emotions, all in small tics but all present. A scowl, a raised eyebrow, a gentle twitching of his fingers to bounce her wand, almost hypnotically, it was all belaying his feelings to her and she breathed them in, intoxicated by his proximity and his smell.
Merlin that smell, of everything magical and physical and Him. Smells of an apothecary, of a classroom, of a man, of power. She swayed lightly on her feet and almost lost balance were it not for his hand on her upper arm.
"Detention starts now Miss Granger."
And oh what a detention it was.
End?
Would you like more? how about a Severus pov? or a just continue the plot. Or does it work fine as it is?
