Heal Me Chapter 5: New Rendezvous Spot?

Author's Note: Disclaimer of being a British woman whose name is J.K. Rowling. All the characters belong to her.

I swear Sunday is the best day of the week; no work. Need to prepare for the party later so I decided to write the new chapter while drinking a cup of tea. Loving how quiet the house is for now. Hope you enjoy the new chapter and thanks for reading, reviews, follows, etc. Love it, it really does motivate an author to continue typing so please do continue to do so. Cheers to the long weekend.

When Snape returned back to his favourite spot, there was the Granger girl clinging on top of his tree. He frowned up at her. What the bloody hell was the stupid girl doing up there. He was beginning to feel exasperated by her set of misfortune. When he came here to relax, he didn't want to see any students, especially Granger. He regarded her dangerous after their last encounter here. He crossed his arms and continued to stare up. How long has she been up there?

"Ms. Granger, what in Merlin's beard are you doing up there," he glared at her.

"Professor! I'm so glad you're here!" the girl shouted.

Glad? What for?

"Do you remember how I told you about practicing flying?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well it looks like I got stuck up here…" she confessed.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair at this new problem before him, "And you aren't coming back down because?"

"I don't know how, sir." She finished his sentence.

No teacher should keep their student stuck in a tree. Actually that was incorrect; he wouldn't help Mr. Harry Potter or Mr. Ronald Weasley down the tree. Yes, he swore he would protect Mr. Potter but keeping him up a tree wouldn't kill him. Yet on this tree, it wasn't Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley.

"Professor, could you please help me get down? It's been over an hour since I've been up here," she begged.

He possibly couldn't use levicorpus to get her down. Minerva would lecture him for weeks about not using magic to handle students. That wouldn't be only problem if he used that method. She would be hanging upside down from her angle. He would probably see her bra and her underwear. Good God, what was he thinking about now? He felt his ears redden at the thought. He exhaled a deep breath; this was the only method he could think of.

He had his arms out to catch her. He glared at the girl, was she doing this on purpose to bug him? If so, she succeeded. "Jump Ms. Granger," he ordered.

Her eyes widened at his command. "Jump now or I'm leaving Ms. Granger. I'm not a patient man," he threatened. In the next second, she jumped. Thump. She softly landed into his arms that ensnared her securely around her waist and her back. She was surprisingly light and small in his arms. She had her face in his chest and he could feel her breathing and he noticed that her arms had snaked around his neck during her landing. When did she do that? He was amazed that this witch trusted him enough to jump. She looked up into his eyes. Her eyes were warm, soft, brown and she smelled nice; very feminine.

Danger! His mind was screaming and he immediately dropped her. She fortunately didn't land on her arse. He was most certain that she was shocked and he refused to look at her.

"Where's the broom Ms. Granger?" he asked while clearing his throat and she pointed at the highest branch on the tall, old, sturdy tree. He took his wand out, "Accio broom," he could see the broom struggling to obey his command but from the looks of it, it was stuck. If he was to force it to return, it would snap then come down. Then he would have to deal with Hooch and he couldn't stand the woman or her loud voice. He sighed and glared at the young witch who was standing next to him.

"You're nothing but trouble," he hissed at the girl. She held her ground and accepted his comment. He began to remove his cloak which showed his white dress shirt beneath it. He stretched his arms. He hasn't done this since he was a child. He stretched his limbs and grasped onto the closest branch. He dug his dragon hide boots onto the tree trunk as he climbed. He stole a glance down to see Granger looking amazed. He snorted, she was such an open book; typical Gryffindor, displaying every emotion. He finally reached the top and unhooked the broom from the branch. There was no way he was climbing down with a broom in his hand, climbing up was enough of a task, it wasn't easy as it used to be. Thanks to time, he's aged and this wasn't as easy as it used to be when he was a kid. He wouldn't be jumping all the way to the ground either. He didn't want to visit Madam Pomfrey and have the school know that he injured himself while helping a Gryffindor. It seemed like he had no choice but to fly down. He couldn't mount on the broom since there wasn't enough space so he jumped and straddled onto to the broom in midair. He heard the witch gasp and he sniggered quietly.

Once he landed onto the ground the girl looked up at him and requested for the most absurd thing.

"Professor, could you possible teach me how to fly?" she asked boldly.

"No," he wanted to end this topic now.

"But professor Snape, you are great at flying? How come you didn't tell me this the last time?" she demanded.

"Because I've got every right not to tell you obnoxious girl and I'm a potion professor not a flying instructor," he snapped and he was about to storm off back to his room until he heard something unbelievable.

"If you don't teach me, I'll tell the whole school how you were laughing last time and that you helped me today," she threatened. She dared to threaten him? He didn't know if he was amused by this cheeky brat or greatly annoyed by it. Oh only if she wasn't a student, then he could teach her not to mess with him.

He took a deep breath and agreed, "Fine, but you better not tell anyone." He looked down on her.

She smiled and promised, "I solemnly swear that I won't tell anyone professor."

She looked bloody damn pleased with herself. He whisked away back to the castle.

"15 points from Gryffindor," he shouted. Nobody had the last laugh when they were dealing with him.

"From what?!" the witch shouted from the back.

"For being an obnoxious, insufferable know it all." Was he feeling smug? Extremely.

I swear she's the most dangerous witch; she manages to make me laugh or smile each time we meet.

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