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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Another chapter. Enjoy...

Charlie Weasley

It’s times like this I am reminded how young the new potions mistress really is. Her behavior of the last few weeks is beyond childish. The potions we worked on are almost ready, though she has yet to talk to me.

I have to admit it has suited me just fine, this so-called ‘silent treatment’. I have even gone so far as to try and bait her out of it, and to see the struggle on her face when I make the remark at dinner that ‘it’s unusually peaceful tonight, isn’t it?’ highly amuses me.

I am reminded of how an eleven-year-old student shut her friends out after an argument twelve years ago. I am not entirely sure it’s a good thing. Remus actually said she considers me a friend. A friend? Me? For someone as smart as she is supposed to be she can be real stupid sometimes. I’m not friend material, I’m nothing material. No, wait, I can make a good enemy and a worthy opponent in a duel.

Except for Remus. I’m Remus’ friend. And maybe Minerva’s. And Kingsley’s. And several other people’s. Merlin, I’m slipping. Before you know it I’ll be skipping through the corridors and hugging people.

Something of my internal rambling must’ve shown on my face, or maybe just in my eyes, because to my right, Remus starts laughing.

“Why are you staring at your string beans as though they’ve gotten up and done a dance?”

Even Potter is giggling. Giggling? Would you like some heels with that dress? I send them both a none-of-your-business-glare, and resume my dinner.

My head bowed to my plate, I let my eyes wander across the table. Pomona is chatting happily with Hagrid, and Poppy, Potter and Remus are laughing silently over some inside joke. Me, maybe. I don’t care.

On the other side of me, Zabini is quietly eating his food, lost in thought. On the far side of the table Granger is missing. Actually, there are two empty seats, and it takes me a few moments before I remember why. Charlie Weasley. He’s due to arrive tonight, and give a few lectures on dragons to our care of magical creatures class in the coming month. Is that why I’m short a potions mistress? Are they together? I frown. Why do I care?

The doors to the great hall open, and in steps the dragon handler. I’m not entirely sure if I like his outfit. To my right, I hear several pieces of cutlery clatter onto the plates, and the great hall goes silent, save for a number of giggling girls. Apparently they do like it.

The doorway is occupied by the broad shoulders of Weasley, encased in black. His dress shirt hugs his chest perfectly, showing just the right amount of muscle. Same thing with his dragonhide pants. Honestly, if his clothes had been any tighter, he could’ve just come to dinner without them. And what’s with all the black? I thought that was my color.

I rise from my seat, trying to hide the displeasure of him being there, I mean, I invited him, didn’t I?

“Welcome, Mr. Weasley.” I say, and most of the male students turn to me, no doubt for an explanation as to why their girlfriends/love-interests/sisters have just forgot all about them and are staring at the new arrival with a dazed expression.

“This is Mr. Weasley, he will be assisting professor Hagrid with the care of magical creatures class over the next month. I expect all of you to make him feel welcome, and show him all the respect you normally show any other professor. Now back to your food.”

With a dazzling smile, Charlie Weasley throws his arm out in front of him and dips into a deep bow. The sound of swooning adolescent girls makes me lose my appetite, and by the looks of it, Zabini is done as well. He had shoved his plate as far away from himself as the table will allow without it clattering to the ground.

The dragon-handler moves through the great hall as if he owns it, talking to a few of the students and waving at a few more. After a while, he finally makes it up to the high table and takes the seat next to me after Zabini has rushed out of the great hall with a scowl on his face which secretly makes me proud.

“I’m really happy to be here you know. I’m just so glad you invited me, Severus.” He smiles at me. Great. I keep my face blank, I don’t think it would do to sneer at my guest. Though I want to. One of my hands is under the table, gripping my thigh hard enough for it to hurt. But my face is blank, pleasant even, for me anyway.

“I assure you, Weasley, my motives were completely selfish. I would for once like to have a lesson about dragons without losing Hagrid to the burn-unit at Saint Mungo’s for a month.”

Across the table, Hagrid huffs.

“That only happened once!”

The professors laugh, and the great hall settles back into its routine. The new-comer has been appraised, several girls have staked their claims and now everyone is back to their meals.

Charlie leans in a little. “Severus?”

I take a small sip from my pumpkin juice before turning his way. “Hmm?”

“Where is Hermione?”

I turn to glare his way. I ignore the sound of Remus laughing behind me. I make a mental note of asking the house elves what they put in his goblet tonight.

“Why?”

“Oh” The redhead leans back in his chair, and picks at the food which has appeared in front of him.

“Oh? What do you mean ‘Oh’?” I bite out. Behind me, Remus is trying to get my attention by poking me in the back, but I’m trying to ignore him. Around me the great hall has once again gone silent, and Weasley’s mouth drops, making him resemble a fish out of water. I follow his gaze and I can feel my own jaw drop, we must look like the idiot twins, honestly.

Divested of her usual robes, my potions mistress calmly moves into the hall. Instead of the black I’m used to on her, she’s wearing a mint-green sundress. A sundress? In October? Is she bloody kidding me? She has styled her brown curls, which now fall in soft waves over her shoulders and down the upper part of her back. Though I can see the straps of her high-heeled sandals digging into her ankles, she walks on them as though she is walking on clouds, graceful and gorgeous.

And I have a feeling she did not dress up for my benefit.

As she approaches our table Potter whistles softly, but probably the entire hall heard him.

“What’s the occasion, ‘Mione?”

Granger blushes sweetly. I’m not buying it. There’s nothing sweet about the way she looks at Weasley. “Charlie and I are going out tonight.”

That’s it. I stand up, wish everyone a nice evening and hightail it out of there. I believe my trusted head of Slytherin house has a bottle of Ogden’s lying around in his tower somewhere. I might just take him up on that offer to help him empty it tonight.

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