Chapter 14: What Happens in the Potion's Class (Part 2)

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"Professor. Professor Snape," Hermione called out beneath her potion professor. What's happening? What's happening? Her mind couldn't comprehend what happened and if anyone did come through the door, the only barrier to the room, she possibly couldn't explain what was happening. She wasn't hurt, but she wasn't in the most comfortable position either; her professor's arms securely wrapped around her head and her back. Her professor wasn't a big man like the friendly, half-giant Hagrid, but he was definitely heavier than her. "Professor Snape," she repeated while attempting to push against his chest. Shit, he's heavy.

She moved her eyes around to see around her surrounding. There were dusty, thick leather books scattered around them. With her strength, she pushed her professor upwards as she rolled out. She heaved a sigh and stared at the unconscious, black-haired man. Did he protect me from these books falling? She sat up and stared at the wizard who was sprawled over the cold ground. What should I do with him? What am I supposed to do? Is he injured? I'm sure it wouldn't be comfortable to stay on the cold, stone floor...

Hermoine rolled her professor to his back and placed his head on her lap. She looked at his face, he wore the most serene expression; the frowns and the sneer he always wore in class was gone. There weren't any creases on his forehead and his breathing was even. Hermione hesitantly touched his face, his skin was cool to the touch, smooth, but slightly oily. His skin was soft. Hermione traced her finger over his crooked nose. She wouldn't dare do this if her professor was awake; he'd most likely expel me if I did this while he was awake. Hermione ran her thin fingers through his long, silky hair while she moved his hair out of his face. Surprising it wasn't as greasy as she believed it to be.

She didn't know what to think about her professor; in class he was a deadly snake. Yet she's seen different sides of the mysterious man on her lap. He certainly had a temper which was known by all the students in the school, but surprisingly he had a gentle side. He could be considerate at times.

When I first met him, he was glaring at me at the Great Hall. In class he called me an insufferable know-it all. He also shaves off Gryffindor's marks whenever he gets the chance to do so. When he agreed to teach me how to fly, at first he was rough but over time, he proved to be patient. She remembered all her memories of her potion professor out of class. He rarely smiled and laughed, but she's seen that; it wasn't the best smile out there yet when she saw him laugh or smile, it froze time. It had life and because he hardly smiled or laughed, it was so rewarding. She attempted to understand him, but she couldn't figure him out. Some days he'd be calm, welcoming, but some other days, he'd avoid her all together. She'd never met anyone so complex. And his, deep, onyx eyes; they expressed so many things, things she couldn't comprehend. They were deep, sorrowful, but sometimes they'd light up with life. She wished he'd smile and be happy more. Strangely she did feel some kind of attraction, maybe it was respect, for the wizard who seemed to be easily misunderstood.

Hermione didn't know what to do as she waited for Professor Snape to wake up. She looked at her professor; his broad shoulders and chest rising gently up and down. She carefully touched his smooth, black-cloak covered chest. She could tell that they were firm and lean. She already knew that when he took off his cloak to retrieve her broom and while he taught her how to fly. Next, she eyed his lean arms. His arm... he was hiding them earlier... why did he hide them? She reached over for his arms and as she did so, his cloak moved.

*Clink* Clink? What did she just hear? The sound grabbed her attention as she reached into her professor's thick cloak. It was cold, colder than her professor's skin, and it was smooth. It had holes... felt metallic. A chain? She pulled the hidden object out of his cloak. It was a beautiful, golden locket. She never imagined her gloomy professor to be carrying something like this around. As curiosity tugged at her brain, she clicked open the locket.

It had to be a magical item as the pictures moved. There was a young girl and a young boy. Is this Professor Snape when he was a child? He's adorable! In this photo, he had a radiant smile as he closely held the brown-haired girl. Who is she? They were both gleeful and laughing. His eyes were dark as they were now, but they were gentle and full of warmth. She never knew that her potion professor could look this way.

"Lily...," came out a hoarse whisper. Oh no. The man's face scrunched up as he let out a groan. Her professor was awake. She stared blankly at him and he looked confused at first until he saw the dangling locket from her hands. His eyes widened and they grew darker than she ever thought possible. He let out a fierce snarl while he bared his teeth against her. He immediately snatched the locket out of her weak hold and stood up. If she called him angry, it would have been an understatement. She could feel heat and magic pulse and radiate in a thin layer over his skin like an aura. He didn't say anything, but grabbed her forcefully by the collar of her cloak as he flung her out of the room. She didn't know what happened once again as he slammed the door in her face. His eyes blazing with rage was all she could remember as she stood dazed in front of his door.

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