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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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4
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4,623
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9
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The Lake
At exactly 9am, on the dot, Snape’s classroom door burst open and he strode in, with his cloak flowing behind him. He gracefully glided to the front of the class and spun round to face his nervous students.
“Pass your assignments to the front of class.” Ordered Snape. The assignment has been to study one potion of choice in depth and write a 2000 word essay on it. I had rushed it all on the day it was set, because I knew if I didn’t do it then I would have left it until the last minute. If that were the case I would never have finished it and would have landed myself a week of detentions with Snape. Wait a minute… I made a mental note to not hand in my homework for potions next lesson. Spending a week of detentions with Snape seemed wonderful to mven ven he if he was going to order me to clean the desks without magic.
I have fallen. Fallen into eyes as dark as pools of coal. I want to let go, to fall, but if I do will I ever be able to pull myself out again? I could lose myself here, I can feel it.
“Granger, what are you gaping at?”
I snapped back to my senses and left my daydream on pause, to pick it up again later.
“Oh, sorry. I’m just… tired.”
“That is what the night is for, child. You have at least 8 hours to sleep every night.”
The Slytherins sniggered and I felt myself turning red. Why does he do this? Can’t he just be nice, for once? Maybe he just does it in front of his house… And he did hold the door open for me earlier. Oh men are so confusing. What would he want a 17, almost 18-year-old girl for? But I love him, I really do.
“… And it seems once again Miss Granger cannot keep her thoughts on track. Perhaps a detention would be in order?”
“No, I’m so…”
“Very well. 6 o’clock tonight with Filch.”
I groaned. Why Filch? Slimy bastard who never washed. He’d have me unblocking the toilets or something equally disgusting. What annoyed me more is that I wanted to keep an eye on Ginny and see if Harry was acting strange again. Ah well, if I unblocked the toilets extra fast I could run back earlier than usual to meet Ginny.
The rest of the day went by in a daze. It was so hot. Almost too hot to concentrate. Lunchtime was spent outside the castle, by the lake. I sat with Pavarti and Lavender, not wanting to go and speak to Harry. Ginny, of course, was cooped up inside and refused to leave her dorm. I left Pavarti and Lavender to gossip about their boyfriends while I stood up and went for a slow walk around the lake. I stayed in the shade, under the trees. The heat was almost too much for me.
I saw a dark figure standing by the edge of the lake on the other side to the castle, almost completely hidden by the trees and shade. My heart missed a beat when I realised it was Professor Snape. I bit my lip and proceeded towards him. Ha, it was a risk. Approaching Snape on the hottest day of the year, when he was already irritated with me? The heat just made people more irritable. Oh well, what’s the worst that could happen?
I ambled over to the edge of the lake and sat down, dipping my feet in. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Snape. He, as I had guessed, looked irritated. I sighed and turned back to look at the view over the lake. I wanted to jump in; it looked so cool and refreshing.
“Do you mind?” Snape sneered and peered down his nose at me.
“Do you?”
“No. Where are your infuriating friends?” smirked Snape.
I was too hot and tired to scowl at Snape for insulting my friends. He won every argument anyway.
“Ginny’s indoors, Lavendar and Pavarti are over there,” I pointed across the lake “and I don’t know, or care, where Ron and Harry are – most probably playing chess somewhere.”
I glanced over at Snape, who was now standing beside me. I saw the surprise on his face when I said I wasn’t bothered about Harry’s whereabouts.
“Oh, and just for the record, I despise you for giving me detention tonight,” I gave a sly smile. “I wanted to stay with Ginny. She’s, um… ill.” I spat out. Snape, clearly shocked I had been rude to him, even though there was a hint of playfulness in my voice, sneered and claimed he had a reputation to maintain. I stayed seated with my feet in the lake for a further five minutes, splashing the water while Snape stood beside me with his arms behind his back. It was a wonder to me why sweat wasn’t dripping off him. It was 30º and Snape was wearing the same amount of layers as he did in winter!
“Miss Granger, if you are genuinely concerned about your friend you may be let off detention tonight.” Apparently, Snape had turned nice.
“Sorry? I think I mishe…”
“Just pay attention in class, I cannot stand time wasters.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I smiled. Ah, see! I knew the old guy had a heart in that body of his. I checked my watch and realised I was five minutes late for Transfiguration class. I had noticed the res the the students disappearing. That’s what happens when you get hypnotised by those dark chocolate pools I suppose.
“Pass your assignments to the front of class.” Ordered Snape. The assignment has been to study one potion of choice in depth and write a 2000 word essay on it. I had rushed it all on the day it was set, because I knew if I didn’t do it then I would have left it until the last minute. If that were the case I would never have finished it and would have landed myself a week of detentions with Snape. Wait a minute… I made a mental note to not hand in my homework for potions next lesson. Spending a week of detentions with Snape seemed wonderful to mven ven he if he was going to order me to clean the desks without magic.
I have fallen. Fallen into eyes as dark as pools of coal. I want to let go, to fall, but if I do will I ever be able to pull myself out again? I could lose myself here, I can feel it.
“Granger, what are you gaping at?”
I snapped back to my senses and left my daydream on pause, to pick it up again later.
“Oh, sorry. I’m just… tired.”
“That is what the night is for, child. You have at least 8 hours to sleep every night.”
The Slytherins sniggered and I felt myself turning red. Why does he do this? Can’t he just be nice, for once? Maybe he just does it in front of his house… And he did hold the door open for me earlier. Oh men are so confusing. What would he want a 17, almost 18-year-old girl for? But I love him, I really do.
“… And it seems once again Miss Granger cannot keep her thoughts on track. Perhaps a detention would be in order?”
“No, I’m so…”
“Very well. 6 o’clock tonight with Filch.”
I groaned. Why Filch? Slimy bastard who never washed. He’d have me unblocking the toilets or something equally disgusting. What annoyed me more is that I wanted to keep an eye on Ginny and see if Harry was acting strange again. Ah well, if I unblocked the toilets extra fast I could run back earlier than usual to meet Ginny.
The rest of the day went by in a daze. It was so hot. Almost too hot to concentrate. Lunchtime was spent outside the castle, by the lake. I sat with Pavarti and Lavender, not wanting to go and speak to Harry. Ginny, of course, was cooped up inside and refused to leave her dorm. I left Pavarti and Lavender to gossip about their boyfriends while I stood up and went for a slow walk around the lake. I stayed in the shade, under the trees. The heat was almost too much for me.
I saw a dark figure standing by the edge of the lake on the other side to the castle, almost completely hidden by the trees and shade. My heart missed a beat when I realised it was Professor Snape. I bit my lip and proceeded towards him. Ha, it was a risk. Approaching Snape on the hottest day of the year, when he was already irritated with me? The heat just made people more irritable. Oh well, what’s the worst that could happen?
I ambled over to the edge of the lake and sat down, dipping my feet in. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Snape. He, as I had guessed, looked irritated. I sighed and turned back to look at the view over the lake. I wanted to jump in; it looked so cool and refreshing.
“Do you mind?” Snape sneered and peered down his nose at me.
“Do you?”
“No. Where are your infuriating friends?” smirked Snape.
I was too hot and tired to scowl at Snape for insulting my friends. He won every argument anyway.
“Ginny’s indoors, Lavendar and Pavarti are over there,” I pointed across the lake “and I don’t know, or care, where Ron and Harry are – most probably playing chess somewhere.”
I glanced over at Snape, who was now standing beside me. I saw the surprise on his face when I said I wasn’t bothered about Harry’s whereabouts.
“Oh, and just for the record, I despise you for giving me detention tonight,” I gave a sly smile. “I wanted to stay with Ginny. She’s, um… ill.” I spat out. Snape, clearly shocked I had been rude to him, even though there was a hint of playfulness in my voice, sneered and claimed he had a reputation to maintain. I stayed seated with my feet in the lake for a further five minutes, splashing the water while Snape stood beside me with his arms behind his back. It was a wonder to me why sweat wasn’t dripping off him. It was 30º and Snape was wearing the same amount of layers as he did in winter!
“Miss Granger, if you are genuinely concerned about your friend you may be let off detention tonight.” Apparently, Snape had turned nice.
“Sorry? I think I mishe…”
“Just pay attention in class, I cannot stand time wasters.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I smiled. Ah, see! I knew the old guy had a heart in that body of his. I checked my watch and realised I was five minutes late for Transfiguration class. I had noticed the res the the students disappearing. That’s what happens when you get hypnotised by those dark chocolate pools I suppose.