Dreams...or reality? How can one be sure?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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3
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Paradise?? Para-hell more like
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Keep ‘em coming, good or bad, tough skin and all that jazz.
Ccino: Do you consider yourself clean after sitting/sleeping in bath water for hours and hours, wouldn’t you wash yourself again? Then there ya go!
Paradise?? Para-hell more like
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. It was short-lived, however, as Snape turned around from the board and his eyes surveyed the class. The black, beady pupils landed on Hermione. Hermione gulped so loudly she was sure not only Harry and Ron, but the entire class had heard her. Self-consciously she tugged at the collar of her blouse and robe, trying desperately to pull them so as to cover her neck.
That’s all I need, Professor sodding Snape thinking I’ve been out snogging half of Hogwarts. No doubt that’s what he thinks anyway. Hermione thought to herself as she lifted her eyes to meet his penetrating gaze. Why do I even care what the bastard thinks?! Hermione reprimanded herself quickly.
“Miss Granger, how humble of you to grace us inferiors with your presence. Maybe the next time you think about wandering about the corridors at all hours of the night, you will remember a little thing that is called class. We are at a school, are we not? Or is Hogwarts your playground for matters of a more personal nature?” Snape drawled icily, an evil smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
“Yes, sir….I mean, no sir….I mean….” Hermione tried to speak but her mouth would not convey the thoughts running through her head. Which, she thought, was not entirely all that horrible, as some of the thoughts were rather obscene and inappropriate.
“Let’s see now, shall we? Hmmm…..5 points for being late to class, Granger. 10 points for being unable to answer my question. And-“ Snape paused, laughing slightly, “50 points for those horrendous marks on your neck. Yes, I think that about covers it. Don’t forget about your detention, Miss Granger.” Snape said, turning back to the board, resuming his lesson leaving Hermione to stew in her own fumes.
The quill and parchment on Hermione’s desk went unnoticed the entire lecture, and her caldron went unused. Hermione sat and glared the tabletop, picking furiously at imaginary pieces of lint and dirt on her robes.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other and shrugged, agreeing not to say anything to her. They both went about their potions, cutting up the salamander livers and adding them to their potions. Class continued like this for the rest of the time.
Finally, Snape’s call for the finished potions cut through the silence and students began bottling their potions and placing them on Snape’s desk. Harry and Ron packed their stuff on either side of Hermione and waited for her to stand.
“Miss Granger, 6 o’clock, sharp. I need not tell you not to be late.” Snape said with a curt nod before walking into his office.
Ccino: Do you consider yourself clean after sitting/sleeping in bath water for hours and hours, wouldn’t you wash yourself again? Then there ya go!
Paradise?? Para-hell more like
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. It was short-lived, however, as Snape turned around from the board and his eyes surveyed the class. The black, beady pupils landed on Hermione. Hermione gulped so loudly she was sure not only Harry and Ron, but the entire class had heard her. Self-consciously she tugged at the collar of her blouse and robe, trying desperately to pull them so as to cover her neck.
That’s all I need, Professor sodding Snape thinking I’ve been out snogging half of Hogwarts. No doubt that’s what he thinks anyway. Hermione thought to herself as she lifted her eyes to meet his penetrating gaze. Why do I even care what the bastard thinks?! Hermione reprimanded herself quickly.
“Miss Granger, how humble of you to grace us inferiors with your presence. Maybe the next time you think about wandering about the corridors at all hours of the night, you will remember a little thing that is called class. We are at a school, are we not? Or is Hogwarts your playground for matters of a more personal nature?” Snape drawled icily, an evil smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
“Yes, sir….I mean, no sir….I mean….” Hermione tried to speak but her mouth would not convey the thoughts running through her head. Which, she thought, was not entirely all that horrible, as some of the thoughts were rather obscene and inappropriate.
“Let’s see now, shall we? Hmmm…..5 points for being late to class, Granger. 10 points for being unable to answer my question. And-“ Snape paused, laughing slightly, “50 points for those horrendous marks on your neck. Yes, I think that about covers it. Don’t forget about your detention, Miss Granger.” Snape said, turning back to the board, resuming his lesson leaving Hermione to stew in her own fumes.
The quill and parchment on Hermione’s desk went unnoticed the entire lecture, and her caldron went unused. Hermione sat and glared the tabletop, picking furiously at imaginary pieces of lint and dirt on her robes.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other and shrugged, agreeing not to say anything to her. They both went about their potions, cutting up the salamander livers and adding them to their potions. Class continued like this for the rest of the time.
Finally, Snape’s call for the finished potions cut through the silence and students began bottling their potions and placing them on Snape’s desk. Harry and Ron packed their stuff on either side of Hermione and waited for her to stand.
“Miss Granger, 6 o’clock, sharp. I need not tell you not to be late.” Snape said with a curt nod before walking into his office.