Potions
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Nothing belongs to me, everything to J.K. Rowling. I just play with the figures… And no, I don’t make money with stories like this.
“Most men aren’t nearly as brave as they think they are when faced with an angry woman.”
Anonymous
Hermione hurried to the dungeons with Harry and Ron right behind her. She wasn’t talking to her so-called friends who were responsible for her having to sit between Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini during every single lesson of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Hermione was furious to say the least. She was shooting angry glances over her back to them, which would normally render everyone speechless, but Harry and Ron were used to that kind of glances from Hermione.
On her way to Professor Snape’s classroom, Hermione’s thoughts were just as angry as her glances.
“First Lavender, the stupid little bitch who thinks she can step between me and my best friends and then Malfoy and Zabini with their so called jokes. Oh what a wonderful world…”
In her fury she didn’t even notice where she was until she was standing outside the classroom, with the few students she shared this class with gathering around the door.
There weren’t many students who wanted to learn Advanced Potion, but that did not matter to Hermione.
Although the door was open, no one had the courage to enter simply because the room was habited by Severus Snape. He was scary and no one to mess with, and there was simply too much at stake for anyone to dare enter. On the other side of the door, the man in question was watching closely, wondering who might be the first to enter his classroom.
“Oh damn it, what are you waiting for?” his mumbling voice was impossible to hear outside the door, but before he could say anything more to make them move, a student walked in.
Hermione stormed into Professor Snapes classroom without even looking at her Professor. She just took her seat in the front row and waited patiently for the lesson to begin. Hermione was royally pissed and she would have appreciated it if nobody approached her, but luck wasn’t at her side this day. Of course, Professor Snape had to tease her.
He was walking slowly in front of her desk and snarling at her.
“Are you in a bad mood today, Miss Granger? Or are there just a few things, which were not working the way you have planned? Are you lacking some kind of- you know what I mean?”
Snape’s grin grew wider as he noticed Hermione’s embarrassment while he was looking at her in a way that didn’t leave any question about what he meant.
He was definitely mocking her, his voice alone was indication enough. Furthermore his looks and his words were dirty and they made Hermione want to slap him in the face. She turned her face away from the greasy git, because she knew if she didn’t stop looking she would act disrespectful and that was something which had never happened to her before. Finally, Hermione was able to answer and look him in the eyes.
“No, Professor, I’m doing fine and there isn’t anything lacking me. Thank you for worrying.”
Without hesitating Hermione turned away and smiled at Anthony Goldstein who was entering the classroom. She licked her lips slowly, seductive, making them wet and more beautiful. She didn’t even know why, it was just fun to flirt and to tease a little bit. After all, she had a right to enjoy her life.
Hermione had learnt this lesson over her summer in Paris where she had been surrounded, of course, by French people who were seeing the world with different eyes. She had took a look through their eyes and they were so much more spontaneous and more easy-going than all the British people huddled together. When your head says: Don’t, the French say: Do!
Although Hermione would probably never be comfortable with this attitude, it was nice to experience it once in a while.
Snape was gone by now and Anthony, encouraged by her blissful smile, was approaching her with long strides.
“Can I sit next to you?”
Hermione nodded in agreement and placed her bag on the ground. Professor Snape clapped his hands and the whole class went silent. He was very intimidating, for sure.
“Mark the name of your neighbour because he or she is the one you are working with for the rest of this term. And I don’t want to hear any complaining!“
Harry and Ron were surprised. They were sitting together, as always, but they had expected that Hermione would cool down and pair up with them to help them with their potions. Now they were definitely screwed!
One row in front of them, Anthony Goldstein was smiling. He had known before that he was a lucky guy but no one could be this lucky; to get to work with the great Hermione Granger for a whole year. He himself wasn’t unintelligent or something like that but Hermione was bloody brilliant in every class and she looked so sweet while she was thinking hard about a problem. She had fire and temperament, intelligence and brains.
There was just one flaw with her: her two male friends. They hung around her everywhere, and finding Hermione alone outside the library was a rare thing. Those two boys had been the reason Anthony needed to pick up all his courage to walk over and to sit next to the female part of the Golden Trio. In addition, she seemed to be very angry and looked very intimidating just on her own.
The two of them began to work together in silence, although every time their eyes met or their hands touched they were looking at each other, never saying a single word. Hermione just smiled shyly under her long, brown lashes. It was their little game during a rather boring potions lesson.
Neither Hermione nor Anthony knew how it had begun but that really didn’t matter. Anthony was glad that Hermione Granger was one of the few females in Hogwarts who didn’t seemed to talk the whole day. She could work in a pleasant silence for hours.
Every once in while, students looked at the unusual pair who was working together peacefully without noticing anything around them. Even Malfoy and Zabini shot curious glances in their direction, even if neither wanted to admit it.
The bell rang and everyone hurried up to leave the classroom until there was no one left but Hermione who gave her assignment to a rather bored looking Severus Snape. His eyes lit up when he saw that he was alone with the little Gryffindor Know-it-all. He was watching her every movement and smirking dirtily, which gave Hermione the feeling he was staring right through her clothes.
“Miss Granger, stop acting as if you don’t know what you do. You’re playing with the big boys now!”
His voice was quiet but the contained warning could not be overheard. Hermione felt a little uncomfortable but she was far away from being afraid. There just had been to many people today who had wanted to mess with her and she had suffered enough without paying back.
Now it was Hermione’s turn to watch her Professor closely. She was slowly walking nearer and nearer, so Snape could feel the heat radiating from her body without her touching him. Her lips transformed into a little, knowing smile as she recognized what her closeness was doing to him. He was human, after all. Hermione’s voice was bittersweet and she whispered in his ear:
“Big boys are still far away from being proper men.”
With a last grin she left the potions classroom and hurried to go to the Great Hall for lunch. Back in the classroom stood a speechless Severus Snape and someone who had been waiting in the shadows for Hermione to come out.
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This was the fourth chapter and I hope you liked it.... It was for everyone who wanted a little more Hermione/Snape interaction and I hope you are satisfied for the moment.
Who do you think was waiting in the shadows for Hermione? Any suggestions? Maybe Harry or Ron? Or Anthony? Even Malfoy could be possible…
And how did you like our “big boy” Severus and Hermione’s little joke? Please tell me!
If you have got some ideas or criticisms please tell me. I would really, really appreciate reviews and I promise to answer each and every question.
I like my readers to decide what is going to happen to Hermione and the guys in her life so it is partly your decision what is going to happen.
