Once Upon a Potion's Class [Complete]

Once Upon a Potion's Class by Destiny M. Elkins

Chapter Four - The Lips That Kiss Frog Lips

Summary: Hermione loves fairy tales. Ron likes Hermione. So, he decides to give her a enchanted book of Muggle fairy tales from Flourish and Blott's. An incident in potion's class sends her and Professor Snape into the book where they will have to follow the stories to get out. Will they survive each other? [For the Inspired by The Frog Prince prompt on Mission:Insane via LJ.]

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Title: Once Upon a Potion's Class
Chapter: 4 - The Lips That Kiss Frog Lips
Author: MallowCakes
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Rating: R; HG/SS
Warnings: Nothing so far.
Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise I would be off being rich somewhere... and Snape would've lived... Ron would've died... you get the picture.
Distribution: By appointment only.
AN: Thank you to my beta reader, Lo. Without her I don't think I'd survive! ^_^
AN2: Thank you EVERYONE for all the reviews about this story so far, I love them all! ^_^ The next chapter won't be up for about 2 weeks, sorry. Don't hate me. It takes a while to write these and the next chapter is the last one I've got done for now. This story will end up being 17 chapters when it's all finished so be patient. Mask of Gold and I Spy will also be turning into chapter stories when I'm done here. The reviewers are going to get what they want. :D I also have plenty more one-shots and chapter stories after those are done so stay tuned. I'm just letting you guys know all this because I want you to know that these will be slow coming because I have a lot on my plate right now. Trying to find a job and hanging out with my husband as well as an actual novel I'm working on and a Dungeons and Dragons game I'm DMing. But, I will NOT just abandon this story, just be patient. Love you guys!

The next thing she knew, she was in a forest, beside a large pond, a gold ball in her hand. She smiled and tossed the ball in without another thought.

"Oh boo hoo." She called in a loud and sarcastic voice, "My favourite ball had fallen in the pond."

From below her, on the ground a familiar voice said, "A frog? Really? I thought there was something fishy about this when you were telling me the story."

Snape as a frog looked as any other frog might. The only reason Hermione was sure it was Snape was the decidedly Snape-like look on it's amphibious face.

"Did that slip my mind?" Hermione said, innocently, she couldnt help the amusement slipping into her tone, "I could have sworn I told you that the story was called 'The Frog Prince'. Did I not?"

"You know very well you told me that this story was called 'The Golden Ball and the Pond', you insolent girl. I wondered why this was the one you told me the least about. A Gryfindor, indeed. I'm positive the sorting hat was wrong about you."

"Oh please, one tiny little lie does not a Slytherin make. Now, get the ball. I'd rather like to be done with this tale as soon as possible."

"What if I don't?"

"Then we'll be stuck here forever and you'll be stuck as a frog forever. Which means, I can go be royalty. You may be right, actually. See you later, Froggy. Have fun with your slimy friends. Hope you find a slimy wife to be with forever."

She got up and started walking in the direction to the castle.

"Alright. Wait. I know you wouldn't like living here as much as me, but you're right. Let's get this over with.

"Go on then." She turned and raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms.

Even on his frog face she could see his complete abhorrence of the idea, but he took a minute to get used to his legs and jumped up onto the side of the pond and then into it.

Hermione set on the side of the pond, waiting for him and thought about what she had to do. She hadn't told him that part either. She would have to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him. She might even had been a little excited about the fact.

He finally emerged, holding the golden ball in his mouth. He hoped up beside her and spat it on the edge of the pond.

"I thought you were supposed to take me home after this."

"No, I have to go home and you have to storm the castle and tell my father I wouldn't bring you home with me, remember?"

"Oh yes. I get to be an annoyance to you for once. How lucky for me."

"I'm not that bad."

"You have no idea."

"If you say so. I think you enjoy it sometimes. Have fun spending the night out here."

"Don't you think I should at least follow you to make sure I know where to go."

"It's the only castle in these woods, I'm sure you can find it on your own."

"Miss Granger..." He said in an irritated voice.

She sighed, "Kidding. Come on."

He hopped along behind her as she took big steps purposely making it hard for him to catch up. She enjoyed annoying him once she knew she could do it without getting in trouble.

Once they got to the castle walls she told him to find somewhere to sleep and come in around breakfast time. He nodded and looked for somewhere to go while she made her way to the gates and entered the castle. When she got there, she had a big dinner with the king and had a bath drawn for her. She submerged herself in the hot water and thought about Severus outside in a tree or maybe under a leaf and she was getting ready to sleep on satin sheets.

She almost decided to open the window and call for him when she remembered how he left her stranded in a tower for weeks before he came to see her.

Maybe it wasn't his fault, but one night in the forest wouldn't kill him. He knew how to take care of himself.

After the bath and getting dressed, there was someone made to brush her hair. She didn't even know if she'd remember how to do it herself anymore when she got back if things kept up like this.

Her hair was then set in curlers and she went to sleep. It was a wonderful sleep where she dreamed of her friends back home and if they missed her. Then, of having potion's class and her smiling at the professor and him tossing a secret, naughty grin back at her. She knew it was a dream, but at the same time she knew she was in trouble. It was the closeness. They were drawn together and it was making her fall for him.

She was woke up by one of the servants who told her she had been moaning in her sleep and sweating. They thought she was sick and it was time for breakfast anyway. They dressed her and did her hair before sending her down to breakfast.

The king hardly ever spoke to her and she wondered if that was out of the ordinary for them. Either way, he didn't seem to notice so she just ate her strawberry pancakes and sat beside him, waiting for Professor Snape to arrive.

She was almost done with breakfast when he hopped into the great hall telling the king the tale of the golden ball and how the princess had refused to take him home with her even after promising. He was laying it on a little thick, she thought, punishment for her attitude the day before.

"Daughter, you know better than to promise someone something and then not follow through with it. I raised you better than that. Your dear mother would be appalled, were she alive to see this."

"I know, father, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. He was just an icky, little frog."

"Frog or not, you still have to repay your debts."

"But, father." She put on her best whiny princess act, "He's slimy."

"I can't believe you're acting this way. What would your mother say?"

"Fine." She crossed her arms in front of her, "Come here, frog, and have some breakfast with me."

Severus hopped up on the table and ate the rest of what was on her plate. He smiled and sat on the table looking up at the both of them.

"Thank you." He said.

"Thank you for getting my little girl's ball from the pond. It's been in the family for years. I don't know what I'd do if she lost it. You should stay the night to repay the debt. We can make you a small bed on my daughter's vanity."

"Father! No!" Hermione faked shock as well as she could.

"No more insolence, girl." He boomed, "You have to learn to respect people who are willing to go the extra mile in this world."

"Fine." She winked at the professor who was quite honestly, impressed with her acting abilities.

The rest of the day, they spent outside talking near the entrance to the forest.

"So how do we get out of this one? I can't remember you telling me."

Snape asked her.

Her eyes went wide as she thought quickly of an answer. "Well, I suppose it happens after you stay the night in my room."

"That doesn't seem like the ending to one of these stories to me, but you're the expert." His small, frog shoulders shrugged, "Mostly, I'm just thankful that this one seems to be quick and painless."

Quick, anyway, Hermione thought to herself, and painless for me. She was so nervous for night to come, but she wasn't about to let this chance pass her by it was the one thing she was waiting for and she even had an excuse.

Night was coming quickly and Hermione went to have her bath as the servants prepared Severus' bed for the night. She was planning on relaxing a while and then going in to explain what has to happen to him, but just as the tension was beginning to leave her body, there was a small knock at the door.

"Come in?" She called.

The door cracked open and she could see Snape's small form walk in with a webbed hand over his eyes.

"It's okay, professor, I'm covered by bubbles and you're in the floor. You couldn't possibly see anything. What is it?"

He peeked out from behind the hand and, after seeing what she said was true, he uncovered his eyes completely.

"I was just thinking." He said, clearing his throat, "I know I haven't known about these stories long, but I've heard enough of them lately. I can't help but think there's something you're not telling me."

Hermione's face flushed red and she felt the heat in her body rise as she nodded.

"There is something you're not telling me?"

"I suppose. I was going to have this discussion when I was done with my bath, but now's a good a time as any."

"Well, spit it out. From the sounds of it you're going to have to kill me. Or I you. That's not the case is it?"

"No..." She paused and took a breath, "We're going to have to kiss."

She let the last part out quickly, just trying to get it out without sounding too nervous. She felt her body get hot and she knew there was no way she wasn't red from head to toe.

"That's how we get out of this story." She said, slowing her voice and taking a breath. "I'm going to have to kiss you."

She tried to read his face, but couldn't. He seemed calm, but with something underneath.

"There's no reason to lose our cool, Miss Granger." He said, his voice holding a hint of stiffness, "It's just a kiss. If you find that abhorrent, I understand, but..."

"No." She said simply, interrupting him.

"No?"

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"I thought maybe you wouldn't like it."

"Oh." He nodded, "I see."

"It's fine. I won't linger. It'll be over fast." Her voice was quiet.

"Whatever you want. I'll wait for you in the bedroom." He smirked at his last comment as he walked toward the door and left.

That went better than she'd hope. He was so hard to read though. He seemed angry when he thought that it was her that didn't want to kiss him, but after learning that wasn't the case his body relaxed again.

Now she was more confused than ever. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that she would have to kiss him. Damn him for giving her a sliver of hope.

Her legs wobbled as she stood up in the tub, dried off, and got dressed. She steadied her breathing and stood at the door for a few minutes before turning the knob and entering her bedroom.

This wasn't going to be her first kiss. Probably not even her longest or most romantic kiss. This would, however, be her most anticipated kiss.

His back was to her, which was probably good because if he looked at her right now she might faint. A few more breaths and steps and she was at his side.

"Professor." She choked out, her throat closing on her again.

"Miss Granger." Frog Snape turned toward her, his eyes wide.

"I'm just going to go ahead and do this, okay? I mean, if I made a big deal out of this I'd just get nervous and wouldn't be able to do it."

"Breath, Hermione. Just breath." His voice was liquid gold saying her name.

She leaned forward and planted a small kiss on his lips. A puff of smoke and he stood before her as handsome as ever.

"I'm a human." He said, smiling at her.

"But, we're still here." She frowned, "Why are we still here?"

"Maybe we need to kiss again." He shrugged.

"Maybe... we... need to...?" She stuttered.

"Kiss me... again." His voice melted over her as he leaned in and put his lips firmly on hers. Oh, it made her dizzy. He was kissing her.

Her professor was kissing her and he had called her Hermione. It wasn't Miss Granger anymore, it was magnificent!

Suddenly, his lips were pulled away from hers and she felt the smoke fill the room and suddenly she was changing and she was being pulled under water, but she could breath.

When she opened her eyes, he was no longer with her, but she was under the ocean and she had fins. It was too soon. She longed to be back in the room with his lips on hers. It had finally happened and she had to fight again to find him. This was maddening.

She floated away to find her father, the king of all the oceans.