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Talent and tutoring
Chapter 6:- 7th year
Since the unusual display of emotion on both parts, Snape and Sadira found each other’s company a little uncomfortable.
He was still unsure of his reasons for comforting her, but he suspected it may not be wholly professional or appropriate. Especially as he couldn’t forget the enticing scent of her perfume, or how good it felt to have a young woman clinging to him in such a close embrace.
She was mortified that she had made such a childish spectacle of herself in front of her Head of House, who she not only respected the most of all the staff, but she also had a crush on him which had been growing since her 4th year.
Consequently, Sadira Prewett- ‘Potions Queen’ was having difficulty concentrating in class. She fouled up her potion so spectacularly that Snape had to get rid of it and leave her with no marks. She was furious with herself, but every time he came close to her, her hands started shaking.
Snape wondered what was causing her distress this time and quickly and lightly swept her mind before she could realise what he had done. He was shocked by what he saw. She was thinking about him, had been watching him, remembering him holding her. Did she have feelings for him, he wondered? He decided to test his theory. He stood very close behind her, almost touching, allowing heat to build between them. She messed up again.
He smirked, then leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Is there something I can help you with Miss Prewett?”
She shivered and he saw in her mind exactly what she wanted him to help her with! He was surprised and a little aroused. Who knew the quiet, studious Head Girl had such a dirty mind? He knew the rumours spread about her promiscuity, but he also knew her well enough to know they were just the spiteful jealousy of a few Slytherin girls who hated that she was smart and had dated their Seeker, Terence Higgs. He found it hard to believe she would have slept with him, let alone the whole Quidditch team, but her daydreams proved she had at least some experience.
He was now in a foul mood, and didn’t care that he had caused her to fail the day’s assignment. He had always prided himself on his professionalism yet here he was, for the first time in 11 years of teaching having fantasies about a student. Admittedly, he was just borrowing them from her in the first place but that was no excuse. In fact it was worse knowing she felt the same way. Thankfully it was last lesson Friday so he could lock himself in his rooms with a bottle of Firewhisky and forget all about the alluring Miss Prewett.
He decided to forgo the whisky until after his final patrol of the dungeons, checking his little snakes were all abed before returning to his quarters.
However, on the way there he noticed a light in the NEWT level classroom. Whichever student was out of bed and causing havoc in his classroom was in a world of trouble. His patience was already tried from dealing with that idiot Quirrell.
It was Sadira. She was bent over a bubbling cauldron and chopping ingredients with a speed and accuracy that never failed to amaze him. He had always known she was good, but he had never seen her this good, alone with no distractions. She nearly matched him at that age, and he was a genius. She took the cauldron off the heat and turned, taking off her gloves.
‘Gods, she's beautiful.’ He thought.
Not conventionally so, perhaps, but to him she was. Her long dark brown curls were tied up so she could work, but a few tendrils had worked loose, framing her face softly. She had a fairly average face; not ugly but not special. The striking contrast of her high arched brows and deep green eyes against the pale oval face were appealing however. Her lips naturally turned down at the corners so it appeared as though she were always sulking, though it gave them a sultry allure.
She had also changed into Muggle clothing. A tight white vest top and fitted jeans showed off what her school robes hid; a classic hourglass figure. A little larger than the other girls but that just made her look more womanly, with her bigger breasts and larger rounded hips which accentuated her small waist.
“What ARE you doing Ms Prewett?” he barked at her, shaking himself mentally and using anger as a distraction. It was hard to remember she was a student when she wasn’t wearing uniform.
“Professor Snape! Oh I, sorry Sir I was. You see the potion I ruined.” She babbled, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. “I wanted to finish it so I did it again.”
“Do you often break into classrooms?” he asked coolly.
“Well, not usually; but if I fail a potion, I come here and try again till I get it right.” She replied, regaining her calm.
“You mean you are breaking curfew to complete an assignment I gave you in class?” he asked, impressed with her diligence.
“Yes Sir. In other subjects, I can practice in the common room, but if I mess up in potions I come here to try again. This took three tries.” She admitted.
"Well, I’m glad at least one of my students puts so much effort into their work.” He mused aloud.
“I think it’s very important to learn from our mistakes and correct them. I hate failing, especially Potions.” She replied.
“Oh really? Why Potions?” he queried, resuming his earlier game of ‘tease Sadira’ which seemed to be so satisfying.
“Well Sir, I enjoy it, and I think I’m good at it.” She said, glancing up at him as he stopped uncomfortably close.
“And I hate disappointing you. I respect you and your opinion of me matters.” She added, stopping before her mouth could run away with her further and admit anything else.
Snape regarded her with a raised brow curiously, smirking at her discomfort.
“If I was willing to guarantee you an O and extra merit in your NEWT but it meant extra work and giving up more of what precious little free time you have left, what would you say?” he asked her.
He saw a lot of himself in her personality and experiences and he believed this might be why he felt a connection with her. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to volunteer to spend any more time with her, especially alone, but she had real talent and he hated seeing it wasted. He intended to teach her much more advanced material than NEWT level and he felt sure she would cope.
“I’d say thank you Sir, I’m grateful for any help you’re willing to give me and I appreciate you offering your time and experience.” she replied.
‘Damn it, why did she have to say experience in that tone?’ he thought.
“If you are prepared to work hard and do as you are told, I am prepared to tutor you to beyond Advanced level.” he told her. “Wednesday evenings, after your prefect duties.”
Her face lit up, “Thank you sir, I won’t let you down I promise.”
She looked like she was going to hug him, then thought better of it and cleaned up after herself with a flick of her wand, and bounded toward the door.
“Ms Prewett? Tell no-one. I do not wish to be inundated with requests from students who are failing. I am offering this to you only.” he warned her.
“No problem Sir. Silent as the grave.” She made a zipping motion on her lips and left.
Since the unusual display of emotion on both parts, Snape and Sadira found each other’s company a little uncomfortable.
He was still unsure of his reasons for comforting her, but he suspected it may not be wholly professional or appropriate. Especially as he couldn’t forget the enticing scent of her perfume, or how good it felt to have a young woman clinging to him in such a close embrace.
She was mortified that she had made such a childish spectacle of herself in front of her Head of House, who she not only respected the most of all the staff, but she also had a crush on him which had been growing since her 4th year.
Consequently, Sadira Prewett- ‘Potions Queen’ was having difficulty concentrating in class. She fouled up her potion so spectacularly that Snape had to get rid of it and leave her with no marks. She was furious with herself, but every time he came close to her, her hands started shaking.
Snape wondered what was causing her distress this time and quickly and lightly swept her mind before she could realise what he had done. He was shocked by what he saw. She was thinking about him, had been watching him, remembering him holding her. Did she have feelings for him, he wondered? He decided to test his theory. He stood very close behind her, almost touching, allowing heat to build between them. She messed up again.
He smirked, then leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Is there something I can help you with Miss Prewett?”
She shivered and he saw in her mind exactly what she wanted him to help her with! He was surprised and a little aroused. Who knew the quiet, studious Head Girl had such a dirty mind? He knew the rumours spread about her promiscuity, but he also knew her well enough to know they were just the spiteful jealousy of a few Slytherin girls who hated that she was smart and had dated their Seeker, Terence Higgs. He found it hard to believe she would have slept with him, let alone the whole Quidditch team, but her daydreams proved she had at least some experience.
He was now in a foul mood, and didn’t care that he had caused her to fail the day’s assignment. He had always prided himself on his professionalism yet here he was, for the first time in 11 years of teaching having fantasies about a student. Admittedly, he was just borrowing them from her in the first place but that was no excuse. In fact it was worse knowing she felt the same way. Thankfully it was last lesson Friday so he could lock himself in his rooms with a bottle of Firewhisky and forget all about the alluring Miss Prewett.
He decided to forgo the whisky until after his final patrol of the dungeons, checking his little snakes were all abed before returning to his quarters.
However, on the way there he noticed a light in the NEWT level classroom. Whichever student was out of bed and causing havoc in his classroom was in a world of trouble. His patience was already tried from dealing with that idiot Quirrell.
It was Sadira. She was bent over a bubbling cauldron and chopping ingredients with a speed and accuracy that never failed to amaze him. He had always known she was good, but he had never seen her this good, alone with no distractions. She nearly matched him at that age, and he was a genius. She took the cauldron off the heat and turned, taking off her gloves.
‘Gods, she's beautiful.’ He thought.
Not conventionally so, perhaps, but to him she was. Her long dark brown curls were tied up so she could work, but a few tendrils had worked loose, framing her face softly. She had a fairly average face; not ugly but not special. The striking contrast of her high arched brows and deep green eyes against the pale oval face were appealing however. Her lips naturally turned down at the corners so it appeared as though she were always sulking, though it gave them a sultry allure.
She had also changed into Muggle clothing. A tight white vest top and fitted jeans showed off what her school robes hid; a classic hourglass figure. A little larger than the other girls but that just made her look more womanly, with her bigger breasts and larger rounded hips which accentuated her small waist.
“What ARE you doing Ms Prewett?” he barked at her, shaking himself mentally and using anger as a distraction. It was hard to remember she was a student when she wasn’t wearing uniform.
“Professor Snape! Oh I, sorry Sir I was. You see the potion I ruined.” She babbled, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. “I wanted to finish it so I did it again.”
“Do you often break into classrooms?” he asked coolly.
“Well, not usually; but if I fail a potion, I come here and try again till I get it right.” She replied, regaining her calm.
“You mean you are breaking curfew to complete an assignment I gave you in class?” he asked, impressed with her diligence.
“Yes Sir. In other subjects, I can practice in the common room, but if I mess up in potions I come here to try again. This took three tries.” She admitted.
"Well, I’m glad at least one of my students puts so much effort into their work.” He mused aloud.
“I think it’s very important to learn from our mistakes and correct them. I hate failing, especially Potions.” She replied.
“Oh really? Why Potions?” he queried, resuming his earlier game of ‘tease Sadira’ which seemed to be so satisfying.
“Well Sir, I enjoy it, and I think I’m good at it.” She said, glancing up at him as he stopped uncomfortably close.
“And I hate disappointing you. I respect you and your opinion of me matters.” She added, stopping before her mouth could run away with her further and admit anything else.
Snape regarded her with a raised brow curiously, smirking at her discomfort.
“If I was willing to guarantee you an O and extra merit in your NEWT but it meant extra work and giving up more of what precious little free time you have left, what would you say?” he asked her.
He saw a lot of himself in her personality and experiences and he believed this might be why he felt a connection with her. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to volunteer to spend any more time with her, especially alone, but she had real talent and he hated seeing it wasted. He intended to teach her much more advanced material than NEWT level and he felt sure she would cope.
“I’d say thank you Sir, I’m grateful for any help you’re willing to give me and I appreciate you offering your time and experience.” she replied.
‘Damn it, why did she have to say experience in that tone?’ he thought.
“If you are prepared to work hard and do as you are told, I am prepared to tutor you to beyond Advanced level.” he told her. “Wednesday evenings, after your prefect duties.”
Her face lit up, “Thank you sir, I won’t let you down I promise.”
She looked like she was going to hug him, then thought better of it and cleaned up after herself with a flick of her wand, and bounded toward the door.
“Ms Prewett? Tell no-one. I do not wish to be inundated with requests from students who are failing. I am offering this to you only.” he warned her.
“No problem Sir. Silent as the grave.” She made a zipping motion on her lips and left.