Teacher, teacher (Snamione fanfic)

Teacher, teacher

A/N: This is based on a dream I had the other day, don't judge me, my dreams are pretty weird. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I've got my hater blockers on, but do feel free to give me constructive criticism. Thanks :)

"Today's lesson is about how to tell the difference between Wolfsbane and Deadly Nightshade." He stood at the front of the class, his smoldering looks and baritone voice making my heart race. I leaned back, enjoying another Potions lesson with the beautiful man more commonly known as Professor Snape.

"Who can tell me the one physical difference between the two?" Snape's eyes landed on me. "Miss Granger?"

My thoughts buzzed like bees as I struggled to remember the chapter on deadly plants I'd read the night before in preparation for this lesson. "Wolfsbane has slightly frayed leaves?" I guessed.

"Your extensive knowledge serves you well, Miss Granger." Professor Snape praised me. I beamed at him and Malfoy turned to roll his eyes at me. I stuck out my tongue, hoping this would discourage him from further teasing. He turned away, muttering under his breath.

Once the lesson was in full gear and Professor Snape had started wandering around the room to check everybody's work, Ron nudged me from my right hand side. "Fantasizing again, 'Mione?" He and Harry exchanged looks. "Maybe we should tell Professor Perfect what 'Miss Granger' thinks of him."

Harry laughed and poked me in the ribs. "Snape, Hermione luuurves you!" he teased, and I turned so I could kick him lightly on his shin.

"You wouldn't dare!" I replied ferociously, raising my voice.

"Ahem." Snape cleared his throat behind me. "I didn't expect such an outburst from you. See me after class, Miss Granger." He strutted back to the front of the class. Ron and Harry were cracking up.

"Piss off." I whispered at them.

~

"Class dismissed." Professor Snape called at the end of the lesson. I hid my face and started to make my way out of the classroom, hoping that the professor would have forgotten about his request to see me after the lesson. I was unsuccessful.

"MISS GRANGER!" his voice called from behind me. I turned, cursing my awful ninja skills. I strolled up to his desk as casually as I could.

"Sorry, professor." My eyes lowered to the floor and I noticed that his shoes were as sparkly as his eyes. I was mesmerized, and it took me a few seconds to rallies he was talking to me.

"....because you really don't seem yourself lately. I feel like there's something you're keeping from me. If you have a secret you know that you can trust me with it." Trust him? Why was he being so nice? This wasn't like him at all. I shrugged.

"So there's nothing you'd like to share with me?" he pleaded. I looked up at him and sighed.

"Well, professor, there is one secret." His eyes lit up.

"Yes?" I stepped towards him and suddenly there was barely a gap between us and I changed my mind about confiding in him about my crush. He wouldn't understand anyway.

"I'd really, really love to go to lunch now. If that's okay with you."

He smirked at me, appreciating my sarcasm. "Oh that's no secret, Miss Granger. Your stomach has been growling for the entirety of our conversation."

I suppressed a giggle. "So, am I dismissed?"

"Go." he told me, and all of a sudden I felt a longing feeling. I didn't really want to go, I wanted to stay here with him. I wanted things to happen...I shook away those thoughts. He was my teacher, what was I thinking? He stood there and blinked at me. "Leave. Join your friends in the Great Hall."