Professor Severus Snape, prowled the classroom, glaring at every student with a look of total distain. He even glared at the remaining Slytherins, no longer showing favoritism since the Dark Lord had been defeated. Unfortunately, the Golden Trio had returned to Hogwarts to finish their last year and he had the displeasure of having the three Gryffindors in his class along side the witless-wonder, Neville Longbottom.
Currently, the class was working on an Aging potion and of course, Longbottom was having trouble. Snape narrowed his eyes when he saw Miss Granger whispering instructions to the boy.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger! I believe this is an individual project," he sneered and glared at the two. He watched her face turn red before she instantly looked away and began focusing on her own potion.
Professor Snape had been noticing that Miss Granger acted unusual around him since the beginning of the year and couldn't quite figure out why. She would no longer look him in the eye and she blushed whenever she did make eye-contact with him. It was strange indeed. Raising a brow, he crept silently behind her and watched over her shoulder as she stirred her potion.
He couldn't figure out what had changed about the girl. He had to admit that she had physically changed, that was for sure. She was no longer the bushy haired, buck-toothed child she once was. Now she was a beautiful young woman who was confident in almost everything she did. For that, Snape hated her. He wished he had been confident as a child. He wished that he could have gotten the attention she often got.
Hermione didn't realize that her Professor was standing behind her when she stepped back from her potion and bumped into him. She startled and turned to see him staring down at her with intense obsidian eyes. She flushed and looked back at her cauldron wide-eyed with shock. Her hands trembled as she chopped the remaining ingredients and went to add them to the cauldron when large spidery fingers grasped her hand. She froze and felt her knees shake when Professor Snape's silky voice whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.
"You are supposed to stir the potion fourteen time counter-clockwise before you add those, Miss Granger." He felt her shiver and saw her face turn even redder, causing him to smirk, his eyes glittering dangerously. "Are you distracted, Miss Granger?"
"I...yes...I mean...er...no," she stammered, staring at the hand still holding hers. His skin felt cool and smooth against hers causing a reaction in her that she could not stop.
"I believe you are lying," he whispered, letting go of her hand. "Ten points from Gryffindor for not paying attention." His voice was low and almost seductive. Hermione swallowed hard and never thought she would be aroused when losing house points.
She felt him walk away with a swirl of his robes and let out the breath she had been holding. She had developed feelings for her Professor around the middle of her sixth year and thought that it was just an infatuation, but as time passed, it didn't go away. In fact, her feelings became stronger. Hermione shook her head and tried to focus on her potion, knowing full well that she was completely unable to think clearly.
Hermione wished that her feelings were just a simple crush, but no. It always had to be more complicated than she wanted. Of course, her hormones and emotions were in chaos after that little stunt Professor Snape had just pulled. She couldn't believe that he had actually willingly touched her. Her heart was fluttering and her knees felt weak.
She stole a glance in his direction to see him sitting behind his desk staring right at her. Her eyes went so wide they actually hurt causing him to an elegant eyebrow at her. Her face turned crimson and she quickly looked back at her potion, but felt his eyes watching her every move.
Interesting... He thought.
Severus wondered what could possibly be going through the girl's head right at this moment. It wouldn't be hard to find out, but he didn't want to invade her privacy. Standing again, he prowled the classroom until he found himself behind her again. This time her senses seemed to be heightened because she tenses visibly.
"Miss Granger, why do I find you staring at me so often? Is there something you wish to say?" he whispered in her ear, smirking when he noticed the panicked look on her face. He might as well have some fun in his lonesome life.
"No sir, nothing at all," she said firmly, but he could hear the waver in her voice.
"Is that so? Then why do you constantly look at me?" he asked, moving his body a little closer to her. She gave a small, almost inaudible gasp, but he was close enough to hear it.
"I don't know...I need to finished this, sir," she said breathlessly.
"I can't with you standing over me," she replied softly.
"I am your Professor, it is my job to stand over you," he said, reverting back to his cold tone, but low enough for only her to hear it.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly and added her next ingredient with shaky hands.
"What do you think of me, Miss Granger?" he whispered, his eyes glittering with amusement.
That you're hot and I wish you could ravage me... "I'm not sure what you mean, sir," she replied although her mind was saying something completely different.
"I think you do," he sneered. "You look at me for a reason."
I am going to lose control if you keep whispering to me like that... "I can't tell you, sir."
"Why not? Afraid that I will give you detention for your rude and cruel names you no doubt have for me?" he replied waspishly.
If you only knew what I thought of you. "You obviously don't know me very well. I do not think ill of you. Quite the opposite actually," she replied tartly, but it was out of her mouth before she could stop and she felt him go rigid.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, his tone more curious than angry.
"Nothing," she replied meekly. She turned her head a little to see that he had leaned over her shoulder and was staring her in the eyes. She felt her breath catch when she realized just how close they were.
"What did you mean?" he asked more forcefully. She found it hard to look away from those onyx-colored eyes.
"Just that I don't think ill of you like you seem to think I do," she replied quickly and turned away before he could use 'Legilmency' on her.
After a moment of staring at her crimson face, he stood up straight. He decided that maybe it wasn't a good idea to know what she thought of him. It seemed to be leading to something inappropriate and he wasn't sure if that was such a wise idea. He stalked away silently so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't hear Miss Granger muttering obscenities.
There were several minutes of silence before she heard a loud explosion. The class ducked down and as Neville's cauldron exploded, sending the potion all over the classroom. Smoke engulfed the room and it took a few minutes for it to dissipate. Everyone looked around the classroom to find that two students from Gryffindor and one from Slytherin had been reduced to toddlers.
"Oh no! Neville must have added the wrong ingredients!" Hermione exclaimed, looking over at the toddler versions of Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, and Pansy Parkinson. She searched the classroom for Professor Snape when her eyes fell on a pile of black robes on the floor in front of her desk. She walked over and found herself gaping along with the rest of the class.
Standing stark naked was a three-year old Severus Snape in a pile of his black robes wearing a very angry scowl on his face. The class broke down completely as three toddlers ran around the room completely naked and the Professor stood angrily on his clothes. He looked down at himself and his little both dropped open.
Holy fucking shit...
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Severus Snape didn't think his life could get any worse until Neville's cauldron explodes and turns him into a toddler. To make things worse, Albus decides to place him in the care of none other than Hermione Granger.