The Healer // Severus Snape Love Story

4

I find a seat close to the back of the room in hopes of blending in and remaining unseen. With the entire class finally seated, the chatter immediately proceeds to a halt as the doors crash open loudly. Striding in, with black robes flowing close behind, professor Snape glides his way to the front of the class with a stern expression showing no emotion across his face.

"There will be no foolishness or wand waving tolerated in my class" he begins in his velvet like tone as he scans the room.

His eyes linger on mine for a split second before he turns around to write the title of the lesson across the blackboard behind him.

"Draught of Peace" Snape write across in chalk.

He turns and begins a lecture about how the potion must be done in such an exact manner otherwise it will become poison if done wrong and poisonous to the touch if done extremely wrong..

I take out my notebook and begin writing down information. 'If done correctly the potion is said to create a calming effect, useful in the aid of anxiety.'

As I sit and listen I actually find myself rather engrossed in everything he says.. his voice is so soothing it may as well be a 'Draught of Peace' itself.

After a brief description he asks the students (me exempt of course) to take out their textbooks, open to the step by step instructions.

"You have the rest of the class to successfully concoct a 'draught of peace'"

Wait, he cannot be serious?! I look around the room as students nervously get out of there seats to begin their attempts to produce the potion.

As he walks by my desk I lightly grab his arm, "Umm.. professor Snape, do you really think it's a good idea to task them with something so difficult so soon?" I ask with a look of genuine concern on my face.

He turns to me and grumbles to himself as he takes a couple steps around the desk until he is directly in front of me. Making sure the students are busy at work he places both of his large hands on the desktop and leans over so close to me I can actually catch a scent of his cologne. I discreetly take a deep breath in..

"What I tell my class is highly none of your business now is it? Ms. Raphael.." he begins, as he drawls out my name giving me a chill down my spine.

"Now I suggest you refrain from disrupting my class.." he finishes, with a tone of challenge in his voice and what I swear I thought was a very small underlying smirk. As I stare into his dark, galaxy like eye my heart beat picks up.

"Yes Sir" I murmur, looking up at him through my eyelashes and impulsively biting at my bottom lip.

He clenches his jaw ever so slightly at my affirmation.

He stands up and proceeds to move along to see how some of the students are making out. I let my breath out slowly to calm my nerves. Im so confused with myself. I know he's rude and indelicate but for some reason I'm hopelessly attracted to him.

I keep my eye on him once he's a fair distance from my desk. I watch as he runs his hand through his hair looking slightly frustrated. I can't help but wonder if I made him feel like that. I decide to take responsibility and smile to myself. Point Reselda.

My attention is soon captured by the desk to my left occupied by a couple of Gryffindor boys who look completely lost with a cauldron of oozing black, bubbling, liquid before them.

It begins to smell so foul, I start to get a bad feeling in my stomach that something just isn't going to go right.

Professor Snape is preoccupied chastising a Hufflepuff girl across the room for her potion he fails to take notice of the mess that the two boys have created in the back.