Ensnaring the senses - Prompt: Unwritten Couple - PG - HP - Hermione/Snape
Title: Ensnaring the senses
Prompt: Write a couple you've never written before
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione, Sev. Snape
Word Count: 616
Rating: PG
Summary: Just being in this place reminds her of him
A/N: I fully expect our HP fans to lynic me for this. Beta done by lbandoly
The first day of classes completed and curfew just passed as she walked her rounds alone rather that with another professor. She preferred the quiet solitude over idle chit chat about the weather and students lack-luster grades. Avoiding the paths that the prefects and other professors took simply because it would afford her the quiet she preferred. Maybe it was because that quiet she now sought was rarely to be found during her final days as a student inside these walls.
It hardly seemed like she had been a student at the very same school she now teaches at a mere five years prior. In fact, truth be told, it didn’t bother her in the least that there were a small number of students in a couple of the classes that she teaches that she had actually gone to school with. Maybe it was because by the time her seventh year rolled around she had been too busy with everything and those closest to her to care about those younger than herself or maybe it had been the fact that there were so few new students there her final year that it didn’t even matter that some were just nearing the completion of their own schooling.
Taking a lesser known darkened staircase down she found herself in a particularly dank section of the dungeons. While the dungeons where a place that she had once hated with a passion like most, she now loved it. It reminded her of him.
Her thoughts wandered to him now that she was here in his former domain. He had never been hers and she never his, but still just being here seemed to draw her memory to him; seven years worth of memories.
So much had happened since she had last set foot in these dungeons knowing he was in his private potions lab toiling over a hot cauldron doing what he could to help the Order; to help Harry, if a bit unwillingly.
Now all she had left was a rose colored memory of a man that she had once hated so virulently. Oh but what she wouldn’t give for a time turner that would allow her to set the past straight. Harry could live, Dumbledore as well, but just so she might brave her own insecurities to tell him how she had come to feel after her final year at Hogwarts. Oh what she wouldn’t give to tell him she was his should he want to have her.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she stepped into her classroom, his classroom. Come what may, the past was still the past and the future was still unwritten. She could only hope that beyond death he could see that she honored his memory by teaching her current students everything he had taught her about the fine art of potion making. She certainly hoped he wouldn’t mind that she had used his own speech to open her very first class of first years this morning and would continue to every year to follow.
She took a seat in the first row just as she had so many years before as a first year with a thirst for knowledge and mind willing to soak it all in. Letting the memory of his warm tones wash over her….
“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making … I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death.”
** Credit to the Philosopher's Stone for the quote
Prompt: Write a couple you've never written before
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione, Sev. Snape
Word Count: 616
Rating: PG
Summary: Just being in this place reminds her of him
A/N: I fully expect our HP fans to lynic me for this. Beta done by lbandoly
The first day of classes completed and curfew just passed as she walked her rounds alone rather that with another professor. She preferred the quiet solitude over idle chit chat about the weather and students lack-luster grades. Avoiding the paths that the prefects and other professors took simply because it would afford her the quiet she preferred. Maybe it was because that quiet she now sought was rarely to be found during her final days as a student inside these walls.
It hardly seemed like she had been a student at the very same school she now teaches at a mere five years prior. In fact, truth be told, it didn’t bother her in the least that there were a small number of students in a couple of the classes that she teaches that she had actually gone to school with. Maybe it was because by the time her seventh year rolled around she had been too busy with everything and those closest to her to care about those younger than herself or maybe it had been the fact that there were so few new students there her final year that it didn’t even matter that some were just nearing the completion of their own schooling.
Taking a lesser known darkened staircase down she found herself in a particularly dank section of the dungeons. While the dungeons where a place that she had once hated with a passion like most, she now loved it. It reminded her of him.
Her thoughts wandered to him now that she was here in his former domain. He had never been hers and she never his, but still just being here seemed to draw her memory to him; seven years worth of memories.
So much had happened since she had last set foot in these dungeons knowing he was in his private potions lab toiling over a hot cauldron doing what he could to help the Order; to help Harry, if a bit unwillingly.
Now all she had left was a rose colored memory of a man that she had once hated so virulently. Oh but what she wouldn’t give for a time turner that would allow her to set the past straight. Harry could live, Dumbledore as well, but just so she might brave her own insecurities to tell him how she had come to feel after her final year at Hogwarts. Oh what she wouldn’t give to tell him she was his should he want to have her.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she stepped into her classroom, his classroom. Come what may, the past was still the past and the future was still unwritten. She could only hope that beyond death he could see that she honored his memory by teaching her current students everything he had taught her about the fine art of potion making. She certainly hoped he wouldn’t mind that she had used his own speech to open her very first class of first years this morning and would continue to every year to follow.
She took a seat in the first row just as she had so many years before as a first year with a thirst for knowledge and mind willing to soak it all in. Letting the memory of his warm tones wash over her….
“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making … I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death.”
** Credit to the Philosopher's Stone for the quote