Hi all,

this is my first longer Harry Potter fanfic which I wrote already years ago and now started to translate into English. It deals with the friends Lavender and Parvati who adore their teacher Severus Snape and stop at almost nothing to get closer to him …

The story starts with a normal "schoolgirl-routine", but soon gets darker … I hope you'll like it! :)

Summary: Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown are best friends and share almost everything—also the feelings they have been secretly cherishing for their Potions master Severus Snape for years. But what has been a harmless game for both so far turns out to become more serious when the sixth grade starts. Each of them now tries in her own way to get closer to the mysterious man—without having the slightest clue what they let themselves in for …

Disclaimer: All familiar characters and scenes of that fanfiction belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not making any money out of it.

Since I'm not a native speaker, there will be for sure mistakes – please don't hesitate to let me know if you find any.

Now, I wish you a lot of fun with the first chapter! :)

Awesome Severus

A new school year had begun at Hogwarts and the students had just finished their first lunch in the Great Hall. Now they were streaming out of the hall and heading to their common rooms to relax a little before their afternoon classes.

"Parvati, wait for me!" Lavender Brown panted up the stairs beside her friend, clutching the banister with one hand and holding her stomach with the other. "Oh man, I'm so stuffed!"

Parvati Patil grinned and rolled her eyes. "You're not the only one! I almost forgot during the holidays how great the food is here!"

The girls were just halfway through their first day of sixth grade and still in a holiday mood. Even the three-page essay their new teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts had already slapped on them could not change that.

Once in the dormitory, Lavender pulled the window wide open and stuck her head out. "Such brilliant weather! You think we can make it to the lake for a bit, Parvati?"

Parvati shook her head. "We only have half an hour left. Or do you want to be late for the dungeons?" she asked in a drawling tone, her dark eyes glittering.

"Absolutely not!" Lavender turned away from the window and took up a position in front of the large mirror in the room. "Well, am I pretty enough?" she wanted to know, grinning and shaking her long light brown hair, which had become a lot lighter during the holidays.

"Scrumptious," Parvati murmurmed in a husky voice; at that moment the door flew open and Hermione Granger came bursting in.

"Oops!" squeaked Lavender, and both girls started giggling over-excitedly.

"Did I miss something?" asked Hermione, not expecting an answer. Hysterical fits of laughter that were inexplicable to anyone else were something she had known from her roommates since first grade. "Oh man, this day could be so beautiful," she grumbled as she repacked her bag. "We could go lie by the lake and get started on that essay already … but no—now we have two more boring lessons with Snape! A Monday can't really be any worse, can it?"

Lavender and Parvati exchanged a quick glance, and again they snorted with laughter.

"So, I guess, nothing can spoil your mood!" chuntered Hermione, turning to Lavender. "Well, you don't have to cope with that nasty fool anymore, lucky you!"

"Oh yes," Lavender answered slowly. "I do."

Hermione's eyes snapped open. "What do you mean? You almost failed the OWL last year—and he took you anyway?"

Lavender smiled a bit insecurely and Parvati commented dryly, "Miracles do happen. Particularly at schools of witchcraft and wizardry …"

"And Ron had an 'Exceeds Expectations' and didn't get in," Hermione said, shaking her head, then picked up her bag and headed for the door.

Oh dear. I had to expect that, Lavender thought. "Where're you going now?" she asked casually.

"To the library," Hermione informed her. "Do a little research for the essay … then maybe I'll get it done today!"

"She got problems," Lavender said, shaking her head, when Hermione had left. "I think, the word 'break' is missing from her vocabulary."

"And she gossiped about Severus, tss, tss …," Parvati purred. "Ten points from Gryffindor!" she said in a low voice, and Lavenders eyes lit up. Parvati smiled mischievously, then she pulled the scrunchy out of her hairdo and ruffled her dark brown shoulder-length hair until it hung messily and lankily around her face.

Lavender giggled with delight, whereupon Parvati raised her forefinger warningly. "What is so funny about that, Miss Brown! I suppose, you're keen on some detention, right?" She approached her friend and took her chin lasciviously between two fingers. "No sooner has a brat like you gone on a summer holiday than all her good manners go down the drain! And on top of it all, you've brazenly sneaked into my class!"

"Because I can't live without you anymore," Lavender breathed.

"Oh, you little minx!" snarled Parvati, pushing Lavender off her with a teasing wave of her hand. She fell backwards onto Hermione's bed, dragging Parvati with her, who plopped down on top of her friend with all her weight.

"Whew!" Lavender groaned. "Tell me, have you put on weight?"

"Hey, that's rude!" Giggling, the girls rolled around on the bed, until Parvati remembered her role. "Now you'll get the punishment you deserve!" she growled in her deep voice, bending Lavenders head back and pressing her lips into the crook of her neck. Lavender closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. She loved this game, which she had been practising with her friend in different variations for almost two years now—ever since they had confessed to each other, that they swooned over their Potions teacher, who actually every normal student hated.

Severus Snape really wasn't what you would call a friendly, fair teacher; who cared how his pupils understood the material or whether they felt comfortable in his classes. The only ones who had anything at all to laugh about with him were those from Slytherin House. The Gryffindors, on the other hand, he wore down systematically, whether there was a reason for it or not. His appearance was also not very appealing due to his long, greasy hair—but only at first glance!

Sometime towards the end of third grade, Lavender had noticed, that she found him attractive in a strange way, and half a year later, she spotted by chance that Parvati felt the same. Since then, they were hopelessly lost. And no one was allowed to know about it, because everyone would have declared them completely mad. In Gryffindor, Snape was the object of hatred par excellence; the only one who could come up to this was his little darling Draco Malfoy, of course a Slytherin. No one was allowed to know that Lavender and Parvati were really mad—about his eyes, silhouetting dark against his pale skin, his mysterious voice and his slender hands—and that they lived out their fantasies behind closed doors; although certain boundaries were never crossed. They were both too shy for that …

But fantasy was something particularly Lavender had a lot. As Parvati breathed kiss after kiss on her neck, she imagined with all her strength that it was Severus, whom she felt on top of her, that it was his hair, she was wildly ruffling with her hands. Parvati's soft skin against hers became his scratchy cheek, and her girlish scent his male unmistakable odor, she knew all too well—after so many times he stood behind her and exposed her in front of the whole class when she had messed up her potion. Sometimes she really almost managed to block out the fact that it was her friend, whose hands she felt all over her body; those bony gripping fingers could just as easily have been Severus'. But what they really feel like, I guess I'll never know, Lavender thought, breathing heavily.

At that moment, their bedroom door coughed audibly—Parvati had bewitched it, as she did every time, before they devoted themselves to their favourite game. The girlfriends jumped apart and tugged their clothes into place, Lavender took up her position in front of the mirror again, just then there was knock on the door and Ginny Weasley poked her head in. "Have you seen Hermione?"

"Is in the library!" Parvati replied unfriendly. "Anything else?"

"Nah, sorry!" Ginny said indignantly, slamming the door again.

Parvati and Lavender looked at each other and giggled, both still a little out of breath. "About time anyway," Parvati then remarked with a shrug. "If we wanna dress up a bit more, we should start now!"

After Lavender had brushed her thick soft hair shiny, Parvati stepped in front of the mirror. She went without hair brushing, however, merely raising her wand and saying, "Appario double-buns!" And right away she had a new hairstyle, two casually rolled-up knots diagonally above her ears. A moment later, she had similarly renewed her make-up and given her robe a fitted shape.

Lavender looked enviously at her friend's actions—she had really perfected her skills in this sector and always needed only a minute to be ready to go out. And if she felt like it on the way, she simply modified her clothes and gave herself a new look.

She herself didn't like to experiment and felt most comfortable in her school uniform: white blouse, light red V-neck jumper and red plaid skirt, with matching socks and loafers. Nevertheless, everything always took her three times as long. Because magic was not her thing at all.

A short time later, they arrived panting in the dungeon where Professor Snape would be holding his double Potions lesson. They had hurried to get the best seats, but to their utter disappointment, the tables directly in front of Snape's desk were already taken—by Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode, the most annoying cows Slytherin had to offer.

"What is she doing here?" Pansy asked, aghast, at the sight of Lavender. "I thought we were the advanced class here!"

"Shut up!" Lavender told her curtly.

Parvati meanwhile looked around the room searchingly. "Great!" she hissed frustrated. "Where shall we go now?"

"Right behind it. Quick! Otherwise they'll be gone in a minute, too!" Lavender pulled Parvati to the seats behind Pansy and Millicent, and immediately screwed up her face as the smell of Millicent's cheap shampoo hit her nose.

Parvati slammed her books onto the table and flopped down on her chair. "Tell me, are you freezing, too?" she asked, fumbling with her wand. A wave, a whispered word, and suddenly jeans legs peeked out from under her now bright pink pleated skirt, and on her feet, thick trainers in the same color had grown.

"No, I'm not cold at all," Lavender said in an ironic tone, staring at the goose bumps on her bare legs. She knew Parvati would witch a pair of tights on her immediately if she asked her to, but she was too proud to do so. So she wrapped herself in her robe and watched the room fill up. Hermione arrived at the last minute with Harry Potter in tow and settled herself on the other side of Lavender. Also Parvati's twin sister Padma and her friend Lisa Turpin entered the room—due to the OWL exams after fifth grade, the number of Potions students had almost halved and all four houses were taught together—and found their place as far back as possible.

Lavender and Parvati became more and more excited and began to clown around and cackle in their usual manner. And finally the long-awaited moment arrived, at least for them: Professor Severus Snape rushed into the room with his robe billowing and his face montionless, strode towards his desk and let his indifferent gaze wander away over the heads of the students. "I welcome you to a new school year," he finally began in his dark voice, which as always had a sarcastic tone mixed in. "I hope for good cooperation with a high standard of teaching now that we have finally separated the wheat from the chaff. There are always exceptions, of course, but as we all know, they prove the rule!"

A giggle sounded from the Slytherin ranks and Lavender pulled the robe tighter around her, shivering. The black, cold eyes of Severus Snape rested on her and, as always, they caused a feeling in her stomach as if she was riding a rollercoaster. At the same time, for the first time, she began to have doubts about her great idea of forcing access to his classes. She really had no business here …

"Good," he finally said, pulling his wand from his robe. "Now that you have had eight weeks to completely dull your brains, we will begin today with something simple." With a fluid movement of his arm, he pointed his wand at the blackboard, which filled with a frightening mass of words.

"Yes! Give me more!" Parvati whispered, squeezing Lavender's hand, who moaned, "I really missed this!"

Hermione had already started copying down the instructions from the blackboard, shaking her head in annoyance and hissing some remark at Harry. She hated Snape like the plague, and Lavender couldn't blame her. Why couldn't this person just be nice for once? On the other hand—would he then be so captivating?

"This is the recipe for an extremely effective tincture against—warts!" Snape explained, a smug grin stealing onto his face. Lavender and Parvati looked at each other and—naturally— started giggling. Even though they knew there would be trouble, they couldn't help it; part of them seemed to want exactly that …

"Since Miss Brown and Miss Patil are so happy about it, I can assume that they have already been desperately searching for such a remedy," he remarked in a sneering tone. The Slytherins laughed dirtily, as if it was the joke of the century.

Parvati quickly put her hand over her mouth and at least had the decency to blush, while Lavender just stared at her teacher, spellbound. The sound of his voice had made her hair stand up on the back of her neck, and she wished his black eyes would never let her go. But he had already turned away and said to the rest of the class: "All those who don't have warts yet, I will provide you with some in the second lesson. By then you should be ready with the tincture and can try it out on yourselves!"

"This is really getting better and better," Hermione muttered tonelessly to herself. "A tincture for warts, hello?! Can't he think of anything better?"

She stood up and went to the cupboards on the far wall of the room to gather the ingredients for the recipe. Also Lavender and Parvati rose from their chairs. "Isn't he just … awesome?" whispered Lavender, grabbing Parvati's arm.

Parvati nodded. "He even washed his hair, to mark the occasion. Have you noticed that yet? Hey, don't look so glassy-eyed. You're completely blown away, once again! Pretty bad …"

"You aren't?" Lavender wanted to know indignantly.

"Yeah, sure," Parvati hastened to assure her, at that moment Snape, who had settled down at his desk, raised his head and gave them a piercing look. "What is actually the point of that look?" he snarled at Parvati, eyeing her snidely from top to toe. "As far as I know, the holidays are over now!"

"I was cold, Professor Snape," Parvati defended herself, boldly jutting her chin out. "Compared to outside it's almost sub-zero temperatures here!"

"That's true," Lavender whispered, still shaking all over, knowing well that it wasn't just the cold of the dungeon that was to blame.

"I see," Snape said slowly. He stood up and came toward the two girls. "So, after five long years, you have already noticed that it is cold in this room? What a breadth of mind!" he remarked with raised eyebrows.

Pansy and Millicent screamed with laughter. Behind them stood Draco Malfoy, watching all this with a sardonic grin.

Snape came to a halt directly in front of Lavender and Parvati, and Lavender's heart began to beat faster when she noticed him staring at her bare legs. "Then it can only be a matter of months before you find the tights in your wardrobes to match your uniforms," he continued in a cold voice, and now it was Lavender's turn to blush. She really felt very defenceless now with her little skirt, which suddenly seemed far too short and presented her already bluish legs in full length. And on top of that, those super ugly goose pimples! He probably finds me absolutely ridiculous and thinks I was trying to turn him on! Only now did she notice that all the other girls had really put on pantyhoses especially for the dungeon, maybe even conjured some up quickly.

Parvati next to her had flushed as well, but rather with rage. "In a few months, we'll have winter, where tights are quite useful," she now replied plainly, to the horror of everyone who belonged to Gryffindor house. "But it's summer now!"

"All right, that's enough!" said Snape in a raised voice. "Ten points from Gryffindor, I'll spare any further comment. Now hurry up, we've wasted enough time already!"

"My God, you're so naughty!" Lavender said, half admiringly, half annoyed, as she and her friend rummaged in the cabinet for the ingredients. Of course, they were the last ones there; everyone else was already busily engaged in the preparation of their tinctures. Parvati just pressed her lips together. "What's the matter?" asked Lavender. "I mean, how did you think he would react to your clothes, Parvati?"

"Well, yeah," muttered Parvati. "But somehow I really don't need this anymore, you know? I'm tired of grovelling before him and even feel delighted about that. I've had it up to here!" With a violent movement, she raised a hand to her throat, dropping her violet roots.

"Now will you get a move on?" Snape roared from his desk, and Lavender quickly turned to the wall. It was unbelievable, but she had to laugh again …