Snape Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,090
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
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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.
The Typical Beginning
Disclaimer: I do not own Snape, Hogwarts, Harry Potter, or any related stuff \'n things. The character of Adrian Maraschino and the plot of this fic are my own invention, however. I wrote this purely for my own amusement (and hopefully yours) and I have no affiliation with J. K. Rowling or Warner Bros. (Or, haven\'t you heard, they\'re hiring amateur porn writers now!)
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Hogwarts, Potions Dungeon. 11:00 a.m. November 2.
The room fell completely silent as Professor Snape swept into the room at the start of class. Although Advanced Potions was a class of seventh years only, the Potions master still commanded the same respect that he did from the first years. Well... all except for one. Adrian Maraschino, who sat in the center of the front row, dug around in her book bag and payed no attention to the professor as he strode to the head of the classroom.
“Today we begin work on the actual brewing of Veritaserum,” he began in his quiet, clear, and intimidating voice, his dark eyes scanning the room. “As you all doubtless recall, I asked you each to write two scrolls on the history of the Serum. Get them out on your desks.”
As the sound of shuffling papers broke out across the room, Snape flicked his wand once, and all the reports flew to his hand in a neat stack. He counted them quickly, then his gaze flew to Adrian and locked on her.
“Miss Maraschino,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. He hated saying her name. It sounded like a joke. But he had to say it, because no one, with the possible exception of Harry Potter, aggravated him more than her.
Adrian looked up from the small round mirror in which she had been examining her reflection. Raising her perfectly smoothed eyebrows, she asked spitefully, “What is it, Professor?”
“You seem to have forgotten your report. Again.”
She shrugged, looking back into the mirror. “I tried. It was boring. It would be kind of stupid to pretend like I cared. When the report’s about truth, it defeats the purpose, don’t you think?”
Snape closed his eyes and fought to keep his temper under control. The rest of the class sat in silence. They were used to these confrontations between Snape and the popular witch, as it happened nearly every day. “Put away the mirror,” he said at last. “I am severely tempted to give you a strong draft of Narcissus’s Bane.”
She rolled her eyes, tossing the mirror into her bag, and slumped back in her seat.
For the rest of the period, Snape taught the class how to make a very weak Truth Serum. “This is useless if you actually want to get the unveiled truth out of someone,” he explained. “It leaves them with most of their inhibitions, so they can find ways to tell half-truths.” Being the most advanced Potions class in Hogwarts, they caught on very quickly, and didn’t need much individual attention. After striding through the room for a while, inspecting each cauldron, Snape sat down and began looking over the reports. But he couldn’t concentrate.
He glared up at Adrian, who had abandoned her potion about five minutes ago, judging by the way it was frothing up. Instead, she had got an array of nail polish out of her bag and spread it out on her desk. The pretty pale-skinned girl was currently applying something shiny and pink to her left hand. Her sleek black hair was pinned up in a messy bun with two chopsticks, although when let down, it was long enough to reach her knees.
Snape’s eye twitched. He rose silently to his feet, circled the room and came up behind her. “Just what do you think you are doing?” he demanded in a low voice.
Adrian gave a little jump, and she twisted around in her chair. “I... um...”
“If only you could devote as much time to your schoolwork as you do to your grooming, Miss Maraschino, then you might actually have something resembling a potion.” He sneered at her foaming cauldron.
She stood up, her pale cheeks flushed with frustration, and tossed her head defiantly. “You want me to pay attention to this stupid potion?” she snapped. “Fine!” Suddenly her arm flew across the desk, knocking all the bottles of nail polish into her cauldron.
The cauldron immediately began to hiss and sizzle like an angry cat, and the surface started to boil tumultuously. Snape hastily took a few steps backward. The bubbles suddenly started bursting, sending torches of flame into the air. Clouds of thick, foul-smelling smoke billowed upward and quickly filled the classroom, making students cough and gag.
With a swift wave of Snape’s wand, the contents of the cauldron disappeared, but the smoke remained.
“One-parchment essay on proper brewing of today’s serum,” Snape shouted above the clamor. “Class dismissed!” Through the putrid haze, he could see students scurrying out of the classroom, waving their books around their heads in an effort to clear the air.
Adrian scooped up her book bag and made for the door, but Snape put a forceful vice-like hand on her shoulder. “You will stay behind and clear this room of smoke.”
Her pretty face was the picture of indignation. “What? But I’ll be late for lunch!”
Snape’s eyes flashed coldly. “And this evening at nine, meet me in my office for detention.”
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Notes: Oooh, detention. Stunningly original, I know. Forgive me, the first chapter is kind of boring, but I promise it\'ll get better!
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Hogwarts, Potions Dungeon. 11:00 a.m. November 2.
The room fell completely silent as Professor Snape swept into the room at the start of class. Although Advanced Potions was a class of seventh years only, the Potions master still commanded the same respect that he did from the first years. Well... all except for one. Adrian Maraschino, who sat in the center of the front row, dug around in her book bag and payed no attention to the professor as he strode to the head of the classroom.
“Today we begin work on the actual brewing of Veritaserum,” he began in his quiet, clear, and intimidating voice, his dark eyes scanning the room. “As you all doubtless recall, I asked you each to write two scrolls on the history of the Serum. Get them out on your desks.”
As the sound of shuffling papers broke out across the room, Snape flicked his wand once, and all the reports flew to his hand in a neat stack. He counted them quickly, then his gaze flew to Adrian and locked on her.
“Miss Maraschino,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. He hated saying her name. It sounded like a joke. But he had to say it, because no one, with the possible exception of Harry Potter, aggravated him more than her.
Adrian looked up from the small round mirror in which she had been examining her reflection. Raising her perfectly smoothed eyebrows, she asked spitefully, “What is it, Professor?”
“You seem to have forgotten your report. Again.”
She shrugged, looking back into the mirror. “I tried. It was boring. It would be kind of stupid to pretend like I cared. When the report’s about truth, it defeats the purpose, don’t you think?”
Snape closed his eyes and fought to keep his temper under control. The rest of the class sat in silence. They were used to these confrontations between Snape and the popular witch, as it happened nearly every day. “Put away the mirror,” he said at last. “I am severely tempted to give you a strong draft of Narcissus’s Bane.”
She rolled her eyes, tossing the mirror into her bag, and slumped back in her seat.
For the rest of the period, Snape taught the class how to make a very weak Truth Serum. “This is useless if you actually want to get the unveiled truth out of someone,” he explained. “It leaves them with most of their inhibitions, so they can find ways to tell half-truths.” Being the most advanced Potions class in Hogwarts, they caught on very quickly, and didn’t need much individual attention. After striding through the room for a while, inspecting each cauldron, Snape sat down and began looking over the reports. But he couldn’t concentrate.
He glared up at Adrian, who had abandoned her potion about five minutes ago, judging by the way it was frothing up. Instead, she had got an array of nail polish out of her bag and spread it out on her desk. The pretty pale-skinned girl was currently applying something shiny and pink to her left hand. Her sleek black hair was pinned up in a messy bun with two chopsticks, although when let down, it was long enough to reach her knees.
Snape’s eye twitched. He rose silently to his feet, circled the room and came up behind her. “Just what do you think you are doing?” he demanded in a low voice.
Adrian gave a little jump, and she twisted around in her chair. “I... um...”
“If only you could devote as much time to your schoolwork as you do to your grooming, Miss Maraschino, then you might actually have something resembling a potion.” He sneered at her foaming cauldron.
She stood up, her pale cheeks flushed with frustration, and tossed her head defiantly. “You want me to pay attention to this stupid potion?” she snapped. “Fine!” Suddenly her arm flew across the desk, knocking all the bottles of nail polish into her cauldron.
The cauldron immediately began to hiss and sizzle like an angry cat, and the surface started to boil tumultuously. Snape hastily took a few steps backward. The bubbles suddenly started bursting, sending torches of flame into the air. Clouds of thick, foul-smelling smoke billowed upward and quickly filled the classroom, making students cough and gag.
With a swift wave of Snape’s wand, the contents of the cauldron disappeared, but the smoke remained.
“One-parchment essay on proper brewing of today’s serum,” Snape shouted above the clamor. “Class dismissed!” Through the putrid haze, he could see students scurrying out of the classroom, waving their books around their heads in an effort to clear the air.
Adrian scooped up her book bag and made for the door, but Snape put a forceful vice-like hand on her shoulder. “You will stay behind and clear this room of smoke.”
Her pretty face was the picture of indignation. “What? But I’ll be late for lunch!”
Snape’s eyes flashed coldly. “And this evening at nine, meet me in my office for detention.”
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Notes: Oooh, detention. Stunningly original, I know. Forgive me, the first chapter is kind of boring, but I promise it\'ll get better!