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Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Hermione went about unpacking quickly. Since it was Friday, she had all weekend, but she wanted to get her office and classroom in order so she could plan her lessons. She surveyed the classroom. She wouldn\'t really need to do much here. Well, perhaps a bit more light. With a flick of her wand the dreary classroom grew bright and nearly cheerful. This was due, in large part, to the fact that the torches on the walls had been replaced by wall lamps. There were also groupings of lights over the lab tables to ensure that her students would be able to see what they were doing. A few rugs here and there, some refinishing on the tables, cabinets and her desk, and it was a whole new room. It had a warmth that it had previously lacked. A gloomy poorly lit dungeon might have suited Severus Snape, but Hermione preferred comfort to creating an aura of intimidation and dankness. She would finish unpacking, and then she would go to dinner, snarky Snape bedamned.
Meanwhile, Severus was brooding in front of his fireplace. In the space of a few hours, Granger had managed to make him feel like the \"greasy git\" people had always referred to him as. This was something that no other student, former or present, had managed. He had actually felt bad about goading her. He shook his head. No matter. He\'d be back to normal in no time. This had only been a little slip- up and it would never happen again. He got up and went to his bookshelves to do a bit of reading before going to the Great Hall for dinner. \"PlayWizard\" caught his eye as he passed the end table it was laying on. It was still open to Hermione\'s (or rather, someone pretending to be Hermione) spread. Severus paused, glancing around him, as if expecting someone to be hiding in the shadows ready to jump out if he picked it up. He wnet over and lifted the magazine off of the table.
\"I\'m just going to read the articles,\" he said aloud.
He went back to his chair by the fire and began to peruse one of the articles. He snorted in disdain and flipped the page. This continued for a bit. Then, suddenly, Granger was staring up at him again. And, as Severus watched her fingers slipping in and out of her soaking wet slit, he felt his manhood spring to life. Groaning, he closed his eyes.
\"It is Hermione Granger. You despise her. She is a know-it-all. She is annoying beyond belief.\"
Trying to talk his problem down didn\'t help. Neither did closing his eyes. He kept seeing her, naked, touching herself. She was touching herself for him as he sat in his chair and watched. He stood up and strode over to the bed, his bed. She smiled at him. He put one knee on the bed and leaned down...
With a muttered oath, he stood, threw the porno into the fire and stalked (a bit akwardly) to his bathroom for a cold shower.
Hermione had forgotten that the Potions professor sat next to the DADA professor. Apparently, so had Snape. His brows snapped together when he saw her sitting beside his empty chair. Then he swept up onto the dais and sneered as he pulled his chair out from the table and sat. Hermione ignored him. She continued talking to Professor Flitwick. Severus was helping himself to the platters in front of him. He was eating a lot tonight. How on earth did he stay so thin? High metabolism, I suspect, Hermione thought to herself. He probably exercised, too. I bet he\'s a runner. She could just picture him running, sweating, breathing hard... She suddenly felt very warm.
\"Miss Granger, I do not like it when people stare at me while I\'m eating.\"
Hermione blushed and looked away.
\"It\'s Professor, Severus. Professor Granger. Can you say that?\"
She looked at him as though he were a child and she his nursery teacher. He was fuming. However, his mouth was full of mashed potatoes so he couldn\'t say anything just yet without spraying them all over the place. She stood, quite suddenly.
\"If you would come to my office after you\'ve finished, Severus, I\'d like to discuss my lesson plan. Please bring your lessons for Potions, as well. I\'ll see you then.\"
She turned and marched out of the Great Hall. Severus still had a gob of potatoes in his mouth. Why had he taken such a huge sodding bite? It was enormous. He swallowed, finally. Then he decided, to take his time with his meal. Let Granger wait on him. The little know-it-all. Had he been mistaken, or had her eyes resumed their normal chocolatey brown color when she had been silently laughing at the huge amount of potatoes in his mouth? He much preferred her natural eye color. It complemented her skin very well. Her light golden tan, and her tawny hair. And he was thinking entirely too much about her for someone he was supposed to dislike immensely. Sullen, he shoved more taters in his mouth and scowled out at the students. Several first-year Gryffindors had been looking at him. They panicked when they saw him looking back, and knocked over their glasses of pumpkin juice. Snape smiled grimly. He still affected some people. Granger was just...stubborn. And I should stop thinking about her. She\'s too annoying to think about. More potatoes. He really did like these potatoes. They were quite good. He would think about that, until he had to go to Granger\'s office.
Chapter 3
Hermione went about unpacking quickly. Since it was Friday, she had all weekend, but she wanted to get her office and classroom in order so she could plan her lessons. She surveyed the classroom. She wouldn\'t really need to do much here. Well, perhaps a bit more light. With a flick of her wand the dreary classroom grew bright and nearly cheerful. This was due, in large part, to the fact that the torches on the walls had been replaced by wall lamps. There were also groupings of lights over the lab tables to ensure that her students would be able to see what they were doing. A few rugs here and there, some refinishing on the tables, cabinets and her desk, and it was a whole new room. It had a warmth that it had previously lacked. A gloomy poorly lit dungeon might have suited Severus Snape, but Hermione preferred comfort to creating an aura of intimidation and dankness. She would finish unpacking, and then she would go to dinner, snarky Snape bedamned.
Meanwhile, Severus was brooding in front of his fireplace. In the space of a few hours, Granger had managed to make him feel like the \"greasy git\" people had always referred to him as. This was something that no other student, former or present, had managed. He had actually felt bad about goading her. He shook his head. No matter. He\'d be back to normal in no time. This had only been a little slip- up and it would never happen again. He got up and went to his bookshelves to do a bit of reading before going to the Great Hall for dinner. \"PlayWizard\" caught his eye as he passed the end table it was laying on. It was still open to Hermione\'s (or rather, someone pretending to be Hermione) spread. Severus paused, glancing around him, as if expecting someone to be hiding in the shadows ready to jump out if he picked it up. He wnet over and lifted the magazine off of the table.
\"I\'m just going to read the articles,\" he said aloud.
He went back to his chair by the fire and began to peruse one of the articles. He snorted in disdain and flipped the page. This continued for a bit. Then, suddenly, Granger was staring up at him again. And, as Severus watched her fingers slipping in and out of her soaking wet slit, he felt his manhood spring to life. Groaning, he closed his eyes.
\"It is Hermione Granger. You despise her. She is a know-it-all. She is annoying beyond belief.\"
Trying to talk his problem down didn\'t help. Neither did closing his eyes. He kept seeing her, naked, touching herself. She was touching herself for him as he sat in his chair and watched. He stood up and strode over to the bed, his bed. She smiled at him. He put one knee on the bed and leaned down...
With a muttered oath, he stood, threw the porno into the fire and stalked (a bit akwardly) to his bathroom for a cold shower.
Hermione had forgotten that the Potions professor sat next to the DADA professor. Apparently, so had Snape. His brows snapped together when he saw her sitting beside his empty chair. Then he swept up onto the dais and sneered as he pulled his chair out from the table and sat. Hermione ignored him. She continued talking to Professor Flitwick. Severus was helping himself to the platters in front of him. He was eating a lot tonight. How on earth did he stay so thin? High metabolism, I suspect, Hermione thought to herself. He probably exercised, too. I bet he\'s a runner. She could just picture him running, sweating, breathing hard... She suddenly felt very warm.
\"Miss Granger, I do not like it when people stare at me while I\'m eating.\"
Hermione blushed and looked away.
\"It\'s Professor, Severus. Professor Granger. Can you say that?\"
She looked at him as though he were a child and she his nursery teacher. He was fuming. However, his mouth was full of mashed potatoes so he couldn\'t say anything just yet without spraying them all over the place. She stood, quite suddenly.
\"If you would come to my office after you\'ve finished, Severus, I\'d like to discuss my lesson plan. Please bring your lessons for Potions, as well. I\'ll see you then.\"
She turned and marched out of the Great Hall. Severus still had a gob of potatoes in his mouth. Why had he taken such a huge sodding bite? It was enormous. He swallowed, finally. Then he decided, to take his time with his meal. Let Granger wait on him. The little know-it-all. Had he been mistaken, or had her eyes resumed their normal chocolatey brown color when she had been silently laughing at the huge amount of potatoes in his mouth? He much preferred her natural eye color. It complemented her skin very well. Her light golden tan, and her tawny hair. And he was thinking entirely too much about her for someone he was supposed to dislike immensely. Sullen, he shoved more taters in his mouth and scowled out at the students. Several first-year Gryffindors had been looking at him. They panicked when they saw him looking back, and knocked over their glasses of pumpkin juice. Snape smiled grimly. He still affected some people. Granger was just...stubborn. And I should stop thinking about her. She\'s too annoying to think about. More potatoes. He really did like these potatoes. They were quite good. He would think about that, until he had to go to Granger\'s office.