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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER TWO: Step One: Bring Your Potions Professor to a Slow Boil
Helena was in excellent spirits as she and her classmates filed into the familiar dungeon room on Monday afternoon to begin their Advanced Potions class. She smiled rather cheerily as she swung her backpack up on her new table. Since Ang still preferred to try and hide in the last row (not that Snape ever really allowed anyone to escape his notice), they had decided that Helena should switch places with Des. This meant that she herself was now seated alongside Lewis at the table located at the right front of the classroom. This new position would leave her right next to Snape’s desk, an excellent location since she should be able to look up and glance at him whenever she wanted. (Though she was willing to bet there wasn’t a single other student in her class, or perhaps in any of his others that would have thought that was an advantage. Even his favored and spoiled Slytherins may not have wanted to place themselves in such close proximity to the fearsome Potions Master). Of course, he would still spend a large amount of class time swooping around the classroom and making snide comments to his pupils about their lack of progress or the inferior quality of their potions. But, whenever he was sitting at his desk, he would be very close to her indeed.
Her one piece of good luck regarding last week’s fiasco had been that it was Angelique’s cauldron that had ended up being destroyed when their potion had so abruptly exploded. Her own cauldron, which she had playfully "shined up" over the weekend until it gleamed, sat in the middle of the table between herself and Lewis. Her new partner had looked at the unusually clean and shiny pot with some interest when she brought it out. But he had contented himself with a slight shrug of his shoulders and placed his own cauldron underneath the table.
Just before class was about to begin, she glanced back at Angelique, and was not too surprised to see that she and Des were laughing and carrying just as they had when she saw them supposedly "working" together in the library. She doubted that Snape would allow that kind of behavior to go on for very long. Well, she thought, smiling to herself, she was rather hoping he wasn’t too pleased with her own conduct today. Oh, not so displeased that she wouldn’t end up getting full marks, of course. Just enough to ensure that he was not altogether happy about her new partnership.
As the bell rang to signal the beginning of the class, Snape strode into the room, his dark eyes flashing menacingly and his long, dark robes billowing out behind him in a rather sensational fashion. For the first time, Helena found herself wondering what he must have been like as a teenager. Had he been incredibly awkward and developed that supremely confident manner as a defense mechanism? Or had he simply been born with the knack to make a dramatic entrance?
He glanced around the classroom with his usual sour expression on his face, and Helena was not at all surprised to see that when his eyes fell upon her during the taking of the roll that he made no special note of either her or her new position.
Slamming the roll book down on the desk, he folded his arms and sneered around the room. And, then he turned the sneer into a singularly unpleasant smile. He circled around to the front of his desk and leaned back against it. He was so close that Helena could feel the breeze from his robes wafting against her face as he moved.
"Open your textbooks to Chapter 107!" he ordered.
Helena allowed herself a look of surprise, but did not join in the collective groan that arose from the students’ throats. This was the "Dissolving Potion", the very potion that he had assigned to them last week, and she had never recalled that Snape had ever repeated a lesson.
He crossed his arms again, wrapping the voluminous folds of his robe around him. This only accentuated the height and slenderness of his figure. "And read through the lists of ingredients and the directions very carefully, please." His voice had dropped to his silkiest tone.
***Which means he’s planning something sneaky. ***
A good ten minutes went by in silence as the students bent over to read the text as directed. Several of them were on their second or even third reading by the time Snape spoke again. During this period of silence, Snape’s eyes had glared out at the empty space in front of him. Helena glanced at him once or twice out of the corner of her eye, and she felt quite certain that Snape’s excellent peripheral vision ensured that he had seen her do it. And that he was quite aware of her presence beside him.
"Very well," he began, suddenly unfurling his robes and beginning to stride down the aisle that lay between the rows of desks through the middle of the room. "Since you have been given an adequate amount of time to study the process, I am sure that you should be able to explain to me exactly why not a single one of you was able to create a usable potion last week!" During this fairly long sentence, Snape had expertly raised his voice from a barely audible whisper to a resounding boom.
Blank and scared expressions abounded upon the sea of faces around the classroom. Except for Helena, who considered the question for a moment with her eyebrows knitting furiously together and then dared to raise her hand, tentatively, into the air.
"Oh, Miss Harrison," the sarcasm in his voice was excruciatingly clear as he turned and stalked over to stand beside her. "I see that you have decided to turn over a new leaf and actually answer the question when you know the answer!" he exclaimed, a particularly false note of happiness ringing in his tone.
She kept her expression neutral, but there was a definite hint of anger in her eyes. And she was sure that Snape could see it.
*** Yes, you bastard. Last week you took of points because I didn’t raise my hand. Today, you’re going to take off points because I did? ***
She opened her mouth to begin her reply. But he smiled and shook his head, bringing the index finger of his right hand up to his lips in a most mocking fashion.
"But, I’m afraid you misunderstood me, Miss Harrison," he continued, smoothly. "I am not seeking a verbal reply to the question."
He raised his head and glanced around maliciously at the room. "You will all take out a piece of parchment and write a detailed but concise essay addressing this issue."
Groans again arose throughout the room.
"And you have fifteen minutes to do it."
At the fresh wave of complaint that arose after that statement, he raised his hands to his hips and added, "That will be reduced to five if I hear one more sound out of you!"
Helena allowed herself a quick look over her shoulder at the faces of the other students. She doubted that five, fifteen or thirty minutes were going to make much of a difference. No one else looked as though they had the slightest idea what they were supposed to write anyway.
She allowed herself a small grin as she dipped her quill into the ink and prepared to begin writing. She knew that she and Ang had started to make a potion that would have worked splendidly, had they not botched it by dropping the metal plate into it. She could only think that Snape was looking for a thoughtful analysis of which steps in the process were the most essential and crucial to the preparation. And an explanation as to which of the ingredients were most important (in terms of either their quantity or quality) in ensuring the success of the final product. As a matter of fact, she was quite sure that the failure of the other potions had been an indirect result of their own dramatic accident. The chaos and confusion surrounding that unfortunate incident had ensured that the other students had not tended to their own cauldrons at the most crucial points of the process.
"I wouldn’t look quite so happy if I were you, Miss Harrison." It was Snape’s voice, mocking and with just a touch of menace in it.
She looked up at him, trepidation growing in her eyes.
"Since you obviously were prepared to give me a verbal answer to my original question, let’s give you a chance to work on another, shall we?" He smiled faintly. "You will write an essay detailing exactly why your potion reacted in the way it did after you so carelessly threw that metal plate into it."
Inwardly, she seethed.
*** It wasn’t thrown, it was dropped. And it was Ang, not me. ***
Outwardly, she contented herself with nodding her head coldly. She closed her eyes for a moment and began to gather her thoughts. Then she opened them again, and glanced back through the list of ingredients listed on the page of the potion. Snape was standing by the side of her desk, waiting.
*** Think you’re going to unnerve me by standing there? Think again. ***
She bit her lip and began to compose the answer in her head. After a moment, she dipped her quill back into the ink and prepared to begin writing. Just as the tip of her pen moved to make contact with the parchment, Snape bent over and addressed her again.
"Oh, and Miss Harrison?"
His lips were a mere inch from her ear. She kept her eyes fixed upon the point of her pen.
"Yes, Professor Snape?"
"I know that ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’, but please try to put your thoughts into words instead of images today?" He pushed himself off the desk and gave her another sneer as he checked his watch before returning to his own desk seat. "And you now have only ten minutes in which to do it."
She barely managed to finish her answer before she heard his voice calling out, "Your time is up. Everyone will bring their papers up to me now."
Helena could not help but notice that more than one of the sheets being handed in was blank except for the writer’s own name printed upon the top of it. Snape placed her parchment into its own pile, separate from the others, but gave it no other special notice as she handed it in.
"Turn your textbooks to Chapter 13. Read through the directions for that potion while I grade your papers," he ordered.
For the next half-hour or so the only sound to be heard in the room were Snape’s snorts of disdain and the loud scratch of his pen as he furiously scribbled upon the papers he was grading. When he had finished the large pile, he turned to Helena’s parchment.
He held the sheet with both hands and leaned back in his chair as he read through her essay. And then he tapped the sheet thoughtfully against his chin for a moment before placing it back on the desk and scribbling a grade across the top of it. He smiled and placed her parchment upon the bottom of the pile, so that it would be the last one he would hand back.
And then he stood up and walked around the desk again to begin distributing the graded papers back to the students.
"Mr. Harvey, that was quite a unique explanation," he began. The student in question looked rather pleased. "Uniquely bone-headed," continued Snape as he handed the paper back to him, a "1 out of 10" written across the top of it.
Snape next stopped in front of the desk where Ang and Des were sitting.
"You gave a surprisingly good and thorough explanation, Miss Carver." There was a touch of admiration in his voice, and to her surprise Helena found herself very unhappy at the thought that Snape was giving her roommate both a compliment and a good grade.
Angelique murmured a thank you and held out her hand. She glanced at the top of the page and her mouth dropped open.
"Unfortunately," Snape continued, as he handed Desmond his paper, "It was a little too similar to Mr. Crowl’s to be mere coincidence."
Snape turned to deliver other papers and both Ang and Des looked up to Lewis and Helena sitting in the front of the room, and indicated with their thumb and forefinger that they had received a zero for their grade.
Snape continued to swoop about the room, delivering the papers back to their owners with a carefully chosen barb for most of them. When he got to Lewis, however, he simply handed him the paper without comment and Helena saw that he had awarded him "6" points. Which was three more points than he had given anyone else as far as Helena could see.
After handing out a few more papers, he finally reached the bottom of the pile and went to again stand beside her desk. He stood staring down the piece of paper for a moment and ignored her outstretched hand.
"It was an excellent and succinct explanation, Miss Harrison," he began, stopping to glance at her over the top of the page. "You obviously are one of the few students to actually appreciate the subtle art and exact science of potion making. However….."
Ignoring her hand, he placed the piece of parchment down upon the table. On the top of it was marked "9 out of 10."
Helena looked at it and bit the inside of her cheek. She could feel Snape’s intense gaze upon her.
Their very first act of copulation had taken place atop of Snape’s very large but very hard desk in his office. She had asked that he be nice enough to use a bed the next time. And he had replied that he would. If, he had stipulated, she got full marks on each potion, test and paper in the meantime.
She had coolly assured him that he would.
"The handwriting was rather scrawled and hard to read," he finished, and turned to go back to his desk.
"Professor Snape?"
He stopped and turned in surprise. "Yes, Miss Harrison?"
She hung her head sheepishly. "Yes, you’re right, I was so rushed that it looks horrible. But, would you consider allowing me write it over?"
Snape’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her.
She shrugged her shoulders and added. "Since that was the only reason you didn’t give it full marks?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she could feel Lewis sitting beside her with his mouth hanging open. He was no doubt wondering why she was debasing herself before their malicious Professor for the sake of one lousy point.
Snape’s eyes were glittering with amusement. He brought his right hand up to stroke his chin for a moment while he considered her request.
"Very well, Miss Harrison," he finally replied, dropping his hand back down to his side and moving back towards her desk.
Helena drew back in her chair as he suddenly reached across the desk to grab her own quill out of its inkwell. He drew a thin line through the original score and replaced it with a "10 out of 10" notation. At least that’s what she thought it said. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black: Snape’s own handwriting was at its very best barely legible.
"Just this one time," he assured her as he stood back up. "But, from now on I expect your penmanship to be neat and orderly no matter what the circumstances."
*** Let me guess. The next time you’re going to expect me to write neatly with my right hand while jerking you off with my left. ***
"Thank you, Sir," she replied in her most humble and grateful voice.
He returned his attention to the class in general. "You may begin preparing the potion detailed in Chapter 13," he intoned. And then he went to seat himself back at his desk.
Helena noted that he allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he used his own pen to change her mark in his grade book.
***Well, well, Professor, you win round one. But let’s see if you’re still smiling at the end of class. ***
And then she returned her attention to Lewis and together they began to assemble the ingredients they would need for the "Hair Growing" Potion.
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At the end of class, Snape went counter clockwise around the room to watch as the students tested their potions. This meant, of course, that Helena and Lewis would be the last ones called upon to demonstrate how well or poorly they had done.
Most of the students had done well enough so that their potions elicited a small, thin growth of hair when tested upon a patch of their palm or underside of their forearm. These students were awarded partial points. Some, however, found themselves with feathers, scales or fur popping out instead, meaning that they had failed miserably and were awarded zero points. Whether the potion had succeeded or failed, Snape had poured some liquid out of the vial he carried to remove the hair (or whatever other protective insulation had appeared) from the skin of the test subjects before proceeding to the next table.
When he finally came to their table, Snape pursed his lips thoughtfully and took especial care to examine their potion by sniffing it, stirring it, and watching it as the viscous liquid dripped off of the spoon. It brought to mind, (as Helena was sure he meant it to), the bowl of cream of mushroom soup he had lapped at so eagerly a week ago.
"You seem to have done an excellent job," he noted. "Perhaps it’s because you have kept your vessel so remarkably clean, Miss Harrison" he noted. He looked at Helena and ran his fingertips appreciatively around the inner circumference of the cauldron top.
She glanced down and couldn’t help but remember, as she was again sure he meant her to, how it had felt to have his fingers twirling inside of her.
Oblivious to all these allusions, Lewis held out his hand with the palm facing upward so that Snape could place a drop or two of the potion upon it.
"No, Mr. Thurston," Snape said firmly, "Let’s give Miss Harrison the honor of trying it out, shall we?"
She looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then held out her hand as Lewis had done.
To her surprise, Snape reached out with his left hand and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face towards him. At the same time, she felt the back of the spoon spread a considerable amount of the potion against the hair at the top of her forehead. He released her just as suddenly as he had touched her.
The next thing she knew, her bangs had grown in length by about eight inches, and she took on the sudden appearance of a sheep dog as her eyes gazed only half-seeing through the mop of hair that had suddenly grown in front of them.
A moment later she had angrily brushed the tresses aside and tucked the newly grown hair away behind her ears.
Snape nodded his head in satisfaction. "Your potion works remarkably well. Full points to both of you." He paused and added maliciously to Helena, "And I do think that is a much more complimentary hairstyle for you than that fringe of half-grown, plastered-back bangs you’ve been wearing lately."
*** Yeah. Look who’s talking about hairstyles. Mr. Oil Sludge. ***
He smiled. "So I don’t think you’ll be needing this," he added, as he tucked the hair-removing potion back into a pocket of his robe.
"You may clean up and leave as soon as you are finished," he announced to all. He returned to his desk.
An appreciative murmur ran though the group. Snape very rarely adjourned his classes early.
Lewis grinned and patted Helena on the shoulder. "Just ignore him. The important thing is that we did well," he urged.
Helena nodded and looked back down at the cauldron. Lewis was preparing to pick it up and rinse it out in the large stone sink, but she placed her own hands upon his and indicated for him to leave the pot where it was.
He looked at her, puzzled.
There was a mischievous look in her eyes as she bent over to whisper something in his ear. At first, Lewis stifled a laugh and shook his head no. But when she asked him again with her hands closed in supplication and a pleading look upon his face, he relented.
Snape’s attention was directed at his grade book as he marked down the grades for the potions. He was also vaguely aware of the sounds and sights of the students enthusiastically scrubbing out their cauldrons.
Suddenly, his eyes were drawn back to what Helena and Lewis were doing.
Helena had just finished using the spoon to trace a very thin layer of the potion around Lewis’ mouth. The next moment, a beard and mustache had appeared upon his face.
The girl stood back and looked at it critically. After a moment, she raised her wand and murmured a spell, and the result was that the facial hair was now neatly trimmed and groomed. It added an unexpected dignity and maturity to his face, and she smiled her approval. Lewis had looked at her and laughed, his eyes sparkling as he put his hand up to stroke his newly grown whiskers.
Snape’s fingers curled tightly around his quill as he glared at Thurston. Even through that bush of hair, he could see his lips. And Snape had seen, rather than heard him ask Helena if she had "ever kissed a man with a mustache."
She had laughed and shook her head. And a second later she had bent her head towards his and their lips touched briefly. It was hardly a long, passionate kiss, but Snape’s eyes blazed furiously at them and for a moment his thumb moved back so tightly against the shaft of his quill that it bent backward.
By now, other students had noticed the change and were gathering around them, laughing and pointing. It was clear that quite a few of the ladies seem to like the new look, however.
"Would EVERYONE please clean out their cauldrons and leave as quickly as possible!" Snape’s hissed, his loud voice echoing throughout the room.
He angrily focused his eyes back upon the grade book as the students bent a hasty retreat to either the scrub sink or the door. Within ten minutes, the only students left were Helena and Lewis.
As Lewis dried off her cauldron with one of the coarse, absorbent towels kept by the sink for that purpose, Helena approached Snape’s desk.
He kept his eyes trained upon the book. "Yes, Miss Harrison?" His teeth were clenched.
She clasped her hands behind her back and glanced down at her feet. "I’m actually not sure if Lewis really wants to get rid of that beard. But, in case he does, would you let me take that vial of Hair Removing Potion with me?"
Still refusing to look at her, Snape angrily searched his pockets for the vial and, finding it, thrust it across the desk to her.
"Thank you, Professor. I’ll be sure to return this to you….." she paused.
He looked up from the desk to glare at her.
"The next time I see you," she finished. She gave a small, satisfied smile and then turned back to her desk and threw the vial into her book bag. She hoisted it back unto her shoulders and a moment later Lewis had joined her. With a bow, he offered her his arm and she took it immediately, her hand wrapped affectionately around him. Together, arm in arm, they walked through the open doorway to the hall beyond.
To Helena’s immense delight, she heard the door slam very loudly behind them.
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