In Which There Is Snape/Hermione
God bless four am. It produces gems such as this. Thanks to smartyshortie for staying up with me, and helping me come up with the premise.
Title: Quiz Time
Author: narrativeliving
Rating: PG-13 for smouldering looks and less-than-honorable feelings.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The books and I are done, professionally. Stupid epilouge.
Summary: Sometimes it's not so easy to be the Teacher's Pet.
"Who were the Europeans who standerdized herbal nomenclature?"
"Linnaeus and Culpepper, sir."
"And what part of sandalwood would you use to relieve irritability?"
"The bark, sir."
"Snape could do with some of that, couldn't'e?" Ron whispered to Harry. Harry elbowed him sharply, watching Hermione. Snape had been grilling the girl for a solid five minutes straight, and she had yet to slip up.
Hermione kept her eyes locked with Snape's, and while no one else could see it, she'd been watching a hint of pride mounting in his eyes with each correct answer she gave.
"The purpose of Astragalus?"
"It's used in China, to balance the body and provide a boost of energy, sir."
"A combination of Echinacea and Slippery Elm would produce what?"
"A powerful healing balm, sir."
"And what, Miss Granger, is Rosa damascena?"
Hermione swallowed. "The Rose, sir."
"And it's meaning?"
"Love, sir."
Snape's eyes were still boring into hers, dark and unflinching and for a moment, the whole class held it's breath, fearing for Hermione's well-being under such scrutiny.
"Five points to Gryfindor." He intoned, a faint twitch of the lips accompaning the phrase. He moved away to his cauldron, and the class pulled out quills as he began lecturing.
All but Hermione, who let out a long shuddering breath and sunk in her chair, trying to ignore the hot trembling in the pit of her stomach.
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Also, I need a Snape/Hermione icon, can anyone hook me up?
Title: Quiz Time
Author: narrativeliving
Rating: PG-13 for smouldering looks and less-than-honorable feelings.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The books and I are done, professionally. Stupid epilouge.
Summary: Sometimes it's not so easy to be the Teacher's Pet.
"Who were the Europeans who standerdized herbal nomenclature?"
"Linnaeus and Culpepper, sir."
"And what part of sandalwood would you use to relieve irritability?"
"The bark, sir."
"Snape could do with some of that, couldn't'e?" Ron whispered to Harry. Harry elbowed him sharply, watching Hermione. Snape had been grilling the girl for a solid five minutes straight, and she had yet to slip up.
Hermione kept her eyes locked with Snape's, and while no one else could see it, she'd been watching a hint of pride mounting in his eyes with each correct answer she gave.
"The purpose of Astragalus?"
"It's used in China, to balance the body and provide a boost of energy, sir."
"A combination of Echinacea and Slippery Elm would produce what?"
"A powerful healing balm, sir."
"And what, Miss Granger, is Rosa damascena?"
Hermione swallowed. "The Rose, sir."
"And it's meaning?"
"Love, sir."
Snape's eyes were still boring into hers, dark and unflinching and for a moment, the whole class held it's breath, fearing for Hermione's well-being under such scrutiny.
"Five points to Gryfindor." He intoned, a faint twitch of the lips accompaning the phrase. He moved away to his cauldron, and the class pulled out quills as he began lecturing.
All but Hermione, who let out a long shuddering breath and sunk in her chair, trying to ignore the hot trembling in the pit of her stomach.
.
Also, I need a Snape/Hermione icon, can anyone hook me up?