The Unexspected
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,379
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Chapter Two
“Woah, are you fucking kidding me? I would have been on time if you didn’t stop me!”
Snape then turned on his heal and walked back to her and grabbed her chin, his thumb under her chin and leaning her face up to look at him, “Do not talk to me like that Ms. Draven. Detention for the next week.”
Elizabeth pulled back as quickly as she could from his grip, her hands on her hips and a stubborn look on her face. Then she just stalked off past him, her arm brushing his but she didn’t notice. Under her breath she was muttering, “Do you take fucking pleasure in doing this? I mean, damnit, you unfair bastard…..”
The potions teacher smirked after her, he was about to answer yes. Knowing full well she didn’t think he would hear her mutters. But he then stopped himself and frowned.
‘You should not have done that Severus…’ his frown deepened as he thought to himself.
Snape had always felt something he shouldn’t about the girl- ever since her fifth year, something that a teacher should never think about his student. Now he was going to spend an entire week alone with her…
He let him mind wander for a few brief seconds before he shook the thought out of his head by thinking of something else, ‘before adding wormwood to anything, you need to stir counter-clockwise three times…’ he also gave himself a mental slap for thinking such things.
‘She is twenty years younger then you, and you bloody student!’ he thought to himself as he walked himself to class. His typical scowl about his face as he looked around the classroom of seventh years for the first time since the previous year.
Elizabeth was talking in a low voice to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The looks on their faces showed she was no doubt about how she had gotten a week of detention before the first class started.
“That git!” exclaimed Ron in a harsh whisper, “how bloody dare he, that bastard!”
“Hush Ron! That’s how Lizzie got in trouble!” frowning at Ron, but you could also tell by her tone she thought their potions master was being unfair; for once Hermione truly disagreed with a teacher.
Harry wasn’t talking, he looked deep in thought, glaring over at Malfoy, who was showing the other Slytherin’s in the class something that was on his arm.
Liz looked over at Harry and then up where his eyes were and frowned, “So he’s a death eater then,” she whispered.
“No big surprise I guess,” grumbled Harry and the he turned up to the front of the class and frowned.
Snape had come in and was writing ingredients they needed for the potion that day. None of the four friends had even see him come in. Something which they all found very off, seeing that he usually burst threw the doors to startle and scare the class, but not at all worrisome.
They all started and finished their potions by the time that the bell rang for the double period to end, and lunch to begin.
Hermione’s potion was the most perfect sky blue, with a very light white mist rising from it. Just like the book described the potion should look like. Harry’s was a weird color of bluish gray and had no mist at all. Ron’s, easily the worst of the class, had a yellow potion in front of him that was bubbling even after he took it off the fire.
Elizabeth’s potion was contrary as well. Her’s was a shade of light purple, though she did have the same white mist as Hermione’s did.
“Fill up a flask and bring it up. Weasley, you shouldn’t bother. I don’t want your feeble attempt to burn threw one of my flasks,” sneered Snape’s voice as the bell rang. “And Ms. Draven, stay after and we can discus your detentions”.
Ron glared at Snape with hatred and waved his wand which made his potion vanish as he watched the rest of the class bring up their flasks. He then gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek with a promise to see her soon, and then he, Harry, and Hermione left the classroom.
As she walked up to Snape’s desk at the front of the bottom lip. She turned her eyes to look at her teacher. He then stood and she had to turn her eyes up to look at his.
“Your detention will be at seven, report here, that’s all,” he waved her off.
She glared at him for a couple seconds more and sighed with a shrug. “Alright, see you then Professor”.
Elizabeth went and had lunch with the trio. They all made fun of Ron’s potion and talked about Quidditch and joked about the summer.
As the four of them walked to their next class, Ron put his hand around Elizabeth’s waist and she looked up at the tall red head next to her. Ron and Hermione had dated all of sixth year until Krum had decided to take a year off of professional Quidditch.
Hermione had broken it off with Ron within the week of finding out he was back. Ron rebounded with both Luna and Lavender after this. But over the simmer both had gotten back to normal as friends. A silent agreement not to talk about the snogging was made.
Though because Elizabeth was very used to Fred and George’s flintiness she didn’t take Ron’s arm as anything more they purely friendly as the four of them walked to class.
“Woah, are you fucking kidding me? I would have been on time if you didn’t stop me!”
Snape then turned on his heal and walked back to her and grabbed her chin, his thumb under her chin and leaning her face up to look at him, “Do not talk to me like that Ms. Draven. Detention for the next week.”
Elizabeth pulled back as quickly as she could from his grip, her hands on her hips and a stubborn look on her face. Then she just stalked off past him, her arm brushing his but she didn’t notice. Under her breath she was muttering, “Do you take fucking pleasure in doing this? I mean, damnit, you unfair bastard…..”
The potions teacher smirked after her, he was about to answer yes. Knowing full well she didn’t think he would hear her mutters. But he then stopped himself and frowned.
‘You should not have done that Severus…’ his frown deepened as he thought to himself.
Snape had always felt something he shouldn’t about the girl- ever since her fifth year, something that a teacher should never think about his student. Now he was going to spend an entire week alone with her…
He let him mind wander for a few brief seconds before he shook the thought out of his head by thinking of something else, ‘before adding wormwood to anything, you need to stir counter-clockwise three times…’ he also gave himself a mental slap for thinking such things.
‘She is twenty years younger then you, and you bloody student!’ he thought to himself as he walked himself to class. His typical scowl about his face as he looked around the classroom of seventh years for the first time since the previous year.
Elizabeth was talking in a low voice to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The looks on their faces showed she was no doubt about how she had gotten a week of detention before the first class started.
“That git!” exclaimed Ron in a harsh whisper, “how bloody dare he, that bastard!”
“Hush Ron! That’s how Lizzie got in trouble!” frowning at Ron, but you could also tell by her tone she thought their potions master was being unfair; for once Hermione truly disagreed with a teacher.
Harry wasn’t talking, he looked deep in thought, glaring over at Malfoy, who was showing the other Slytherin’s in the class something that was on his arm.
Liz looked over at Harry and then up where his eyes were and frowned, “So he’s a death eater then,” she whispered.
“No big surprise I guess,” grumbled Harry and the he turned up to the front of the class and frowned.
Snape had come in and was writing ingredients they needed for the potion that day. None of the four friends had even see him come in. Something which they all found very off, seeing that he usually burst threw the doors to startle and scare the class, but not at all worrisome.
They all started and finished their potions by the time that the bell rang for the double period to end, and lunch to begin.
Hermione’s potion was the most perfect sky blue, with a very light white mist rising from it. Just like the book described the potion should look like. Harry’s was a weird color of bluish gray and had no mist at all. Ron’s, easily the worst of the class, had a yellow potion in front of him that was bubbling even after he took it off the fire.
Elizabeth’s potion was contrary as well. Her’s was a shade of light purple, though she did have the same white mist as Hermione’s did.
“Fill up a flask and bring it up. Weasley, you shouldn’t bother. I don’t want your feeble attempt to burn threw one of my flasks,” sneered Snape’s voice as the bell rang. “And Ms. Draven, stay after and we can discus your detentions”.
Ron glared at Snape with hatred and waved his wand which made his potion vanish as he watched the rest of the class bring up their flasks. He then gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek with a promise to see her soon, and then he, Harry, and Hermione left the classroom.
As she walked up to Snape’s desk at the front of the bottom lip. She turned her eyes to look at her teacher. He then stood and she had to turn her eyes up to look at his.
“Your detention will be at seven, report here, that’s all,” he waved her off.
She glared at him for a couple seconds more and sighed with a shrug. “Alright, see you then Professor”.
Elizabeth went and had lunch with the trio. They all made fun of Ron’s potion and talked about Quidditch and joked about the summer.
As the four of them walked to their next class, Ron put his hand around Elizabeth’s waist and she looked up at the tall red head next to her. Ron and Hermione had dated all of sixth year until Krum had decided to take a year off of professional Quidditch.
Hermione had broken it off with Ron within the week of finding out he was back. Ron rebounded with both Luna and Lavender after this. But over the simmer both had gotten back to normal as friends. A silent agreement not to talk about the snogging was made.
Though because Elizabeth was very used to Fred and George’s flintiness she didn’t take Ron’s arm as anything more they purely friendly as the four of them walked to class.