Heal Me Chapter 13: What Happens in the Potions Class?
Author's Note: Disclaimer of being J.K. Rowling, therefore Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. If you remotely believe that I am J.K. Rowling, you're insane.
I'm in a bit of a shock because last night, I saved a woman's life. It's still unbelievable to me, one moment I am buying grocceries and then the woman in front of me begins to faint. Fortunately I was able to catch her before she hit her head on the metal corner of the cashiere, but then when I checked her pulse; holy shit, her heart isn't working. I am so fucking grateful that I know how to do CPR. Still shocked by last night...so I don't know what I'm even writing, but I hope you enjoy it. Please review.
Drip, drip, drip. That was all could be heard inside the potion classroom; it was finally quiet and peaceful, but unexpectedly messy. Snape's students were incompetent dunderhead and all they were good for were to blow his class up. It wasn't permitted for a professor to give detention to an entire class and why can't it be. Shitty brats. He cursed his students as he cleaned up after his messy room. He glared at a big stain on the desks and let out a hiss; stains like these can't be removed with just spells. The spells would remove the top layer of the stain out but there would be ugly traces of the stains. He removed his thick, black cloak and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress-shirt. He brought out soap, towel, and a cauldron filled with hot water. Next he tied up his long hair and dipped the towel in the hot, soapy solution. He wrung the towel and started to scrub hard on the wooden desk. He used his arm power to furiously scrub the stain out. Damn it all.
The sound of his classroom's metalic door scraping against the cobble stoned floor could be heard as a bushy haired teenager peeked her head into the classroom. He turned around to see who it was and obviously it's was Hermione Granger. He focused on the disturbing stain while asking her, "What do you want Ms. Granger?" "Originally I was going to ask you for help on the Potion assignment you gave us, but you look busy," she intruded the room and looked around in shock. "What happened to your room," she asked; her potion professor always kept things organized and neat as all potion masters did, but today, blimey it looked as if centaurs had a party in the room. "Students, that's what happened," he growled as he continued to rub off the greenish stain off the wooden surface. He was in no mood to be having a friendly chat with anyone. "Do you mind if I help professor," she kindly asked. Should I say yes or no? If she helps, the damn room can get cleaned faster, but I don't want her around me too much. So should I say no? Then hell, the Dark Lord will revive before I get this room back to its decent state. "Do whatever you want," he replied. "So what should I start with," she asked. He looked up and stared at the potion books scatter all over the room, then the bookshelves that were a complete mess. "Organize the bookshelves if you can." He continued to rub the towel against the desk, but once in a while he would glance at Granger; looks like she knows that she is doing.
"Professor," she called. He grunted in relpy, "Thanks for last week, you know, what you did for my birthday." His hand movements stopped for a minute as he recalled what he did last week, "You better not have told anyone about it." "I didn't and won't," she assured him. He sighed in relief, he has been worried about it for the last couple of days. Finally, he got the damn stain out... of a single fucking desk. Damn it. He stared at the other desks and let out a snarl which made the girl jump ever so slightly. He worked on the desk next to the bookshelf and dunk his hands into the soapy water; it was no longer hot, it was cold. That simply wouldn't help scrubbing the stains out, "Granger fetch me a fresh cauldron of hot soapy water."
Hermione stopped wiping the filthy dust off the shelves and approached where Snape was standing. She scanned her eyes over her Professor. He was sweating and his clothes and his lank hair were starting to stick to his body. Snape's arm and hands have turned red from working profusedly and by the hot solution. She could clearly see his chest rise up and down. What is she staring at? Is she admiring me or disgusted by my looks. What flying centaur's shit do I care. Never mind, I do give a shit. He quickly yanked his sleeves down before the witch could see his Dark Mark. Did she see it? He eyed her suspicoiously, he definately didn't want her to see it. He looked down at her, "The hot water Granger. Go get it." She nodded and tried to pick up the cauldron. She was surprised it was quite heavy, but then it would be strange if it wasn't. The cauldron was made with metal and the cauldron was full of water. Would her professor possibly help her, she stared at him. "You better not be asking me to help you fetch water. You volunteered to help and changing the water is what I'm asking you to do," he watched her pitifully drag the cauldron away. He chuckled quietly as he watched her struggle, "Don't you dare make the water spill, I don't want to slip on water later." "Yes, sir!" she shouted from a far. Hell,she's too nice for her own good. Snape waited patiently for the witch to return and clicked his tongue while waiting. He sighed while watching her drag the damn thing along the ground; it was frustrating to watch her struggle and to watch his equipment get damaged. He glided over and yanked the cauldron out of her grip. He took the cauldron back to his station and hissed as his sleeves got soaked. He didn't like gettnig his clothes wet, but he cared more about Hermione not seeing the Dark Mark more.
Things ran smoothly, way too smoothly; there was no way that a student wouldn't mess a single thing up. Fortunately on his part, things were working well for him, the process of removing the stains were coming to a close. He checked on Granger and his eyes widened; Damn. He moved as fast as he could. Stupid witch! Hermione was on the tip of her toes and pulling the weight of the shelf towards her. The heavy books above were bloody close to toppling off the shelf and hitting her. The size of the books guaranteed that if it hit someone, the unfortunate person would get injured. Shit, I can't believe that I'm happy that I got here before the books hit her. Snape pulled her into his broad chest and securely wrapped his arms around her. He arched his back and tucked his head in to protect Granger. He could feel the sharp pain at the back of his head then several sharp, heavy blows against his head. He knew he was toppling over Granger and glared at the damnable teenager; It's your bloody damn fault that you let her stay and help you. Selfish, greedy me. Fuck, I'm looking sight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing and that you enjoyed it :) I believe the next chapter will involve Quidditch so look forward to it! Sorry for the late upload, but please do review and continue to follow. Cheers!