Miss Invisible - chapter 4
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snapealinaMiss Invisible
Pairing: Severus Snape/OFC
Rating: Mature
Genre: Romance
Summary: After a dream, Amanda, a Gryffindor sixth year, gets a little obsessed with a certain Potions Master. And she'll do anything to have him.
A bit AU with Snape still being the Potions Master.
Disclaimer: I only own Amanda, the rest of the characters belong to JKR!
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Chapter 4
It was five o’clock in the morning when Severus Snape woke up, freezing. He was lying naked on his bed, the covers just over small parts of his body. His arms were aching from being tied to the bedposts the night before, but still he felt marvellous.
The Potions Master quickly let his hands search the bed, but he felt nothing. And since his arms were untied and his wand lay carefully placed on the nightstand, he came to the conclusion that she had left. Snape pulled the covers over his body, and his thoughts went to the girl, or woman, who had made him feel so fantastic. Who was she? Did he even know her? She had to be either a student or a member of staff here at Hogwarts. But who could it be?
He had never seen her face or her body, never seen the colour of her eyes or her hair. He’d never even touched her with his hands. He had only seen her hands, and felt their gentle and passionate touch. The hands, as he vaguely could remember, looked young. This couldn’t be an old woman, and he was happy that was the case. The thought of it being Minerva McGonagall, or some other old hag, made him shiver.
Snape shook his head and started speculating again. It was definitively the hands of a young woman or girl. Or maybe a boy? She definitely smelled like a girl though. A typical girly mixture of a flower based shampoo and perfume.
It would probably be one of the students he thought, that was probably why she didn’t want him to know who she was. Maybe it was one of the seventh years? She must know quite a lot of advanced magic since she could make herself invisible. They didn’t learn that spell before the seventh year.
On the other hand, he could still see her hands. If she used a disillusionment charm, why hadn’t she made them invisible too? But the hands weren’t always visible. They only came into view when she was touching him; something was covering them up the rest of the time, like a cloak or something. A cloak? An invisibility cloak? That had to be it.
Suddenly a horrible thought struck him: “Potter!” He knew that Potter had an invisibility cloak, and that it was a really good one. So the person had to know Potter… or maybe it was Potter? That thought sent chills down his spine.
“Maybe it is Granger”, he thought. She knew Potter, and would be able to get her hands on the cloak for sure. But surely it couldn’t be her. She loathed him, and the feeling was mutual. They always looked at each other with disgusted looks. Or was that the reason she didn’t want him to know it was her? He wondered for a minute, before deciding to get up, get dressed and get ready for his day.
Snape went down to breakfast, his thoughts continuously on the two previous nights. His eyes glided over the Great Hall, looking at all the students. It had to be one of them. And he had to find out whom!
If only he had any sign or hint to whom it could be. But all he had was the image of the hands, and that wasn’t even that great. His mind were sort of elsewhere when the hands was touching his body. He hadn’t really studied them. The person also always whispered when she talked to him, so he had never heard the voice properly either. He was never prepared to listen when the voice had called out incantations. If only he knew something that could point out the right girl…
The first couple of lessons that day seemed to last forever to Snape. He was teaching the first-years before lunch, but his mind never abandoned the girl, and his determination to find out who she was. Since all the first-year girls were out of the question, “Thank Merlin for that,” he thought, he couldn’t wait to finish the lessons, and keep looking for any sign on who it could be.
At lunchtime, his eyes started to glide over the Great Hall again, and he saw Granger, Weasley and Potter sitting huddled together at the Gryffindor table, whispering to each other. Was it one of them? Could it be Granger? He had to find out, and he would soon get the chance. He had the Slytherin and Gryffindor sixth years after lunch, and he decided to study Granger as thoroughly as he could, without awakening suspicion. And if he didn’t find out then, he’d ask Potter about the cloak.
The lesson started, and as soon as he had walked into the classroom, he tapped the blackboard, and the instructions for today’s assignment came to view. “Get to work,” he said, and then started strolling around the room; his eyes fixed on Granger. But she didn’t notice anything. She didn’t look up from her work once. He went over to her desk and looked down at her working intensely. He sniffed deeply, but there was no familiar smell. Still she didn’t look at him; it was like he didn’t exist.
“That was odd”, he said to himself. If this was the same girl that had been in his chambers the last two nights, she ought to at least have tried to get a quick look at him once during class. He was sure of that. The invisible girl obviously liked him, in some sort of weird way, and being that passionate at night, had to influence her someway during the lesson. But Granger didn’t seem to care.
Then he saw Ron Weasley leaning towards Granger and whispering something in her ear. Granger replied in the same way, and Snape seized his chance. “Miss Granger, Mister Weasley. If something is that important that you have to discuss it during my class, you probably won’t mind sharing it with the rest of the class, would you?”
Hermione Granger shed him what was obviously the most unpleasant look she could muster, and Snape’s suspicion went away at once. This was unmistakably not the right girl, and he felt relieved. He couldn’t even start to imagine what he would do if it was her.
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Date: 2009-06-09 01:15 am (UTC)"The invisible girl obviously liked him, in some sort of weird way, and being that passionate at night, had to influence her someway during the lesson" [bang on Severus's greasy head!]
"Hermione Granger shed him the most despised look he could ever imagine" [this is the only part of the fic that I feel really goes vs him...perhaps "what was obviously the most unpleasant look she could muster" ... eek I don't mean to write it for you.] Post the next one pleeez pleeez pleeez.
I don't want to merely be a corrector, nor do I wish to be a Ravenclaw-ass-kisser. But the fact is...brace yourself...you are talented. There I said it. Now I have to get over myself and laugh. You make me want to read it in an addictive fashion.
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Date: 2009-06-09 09:28 am (UTC)I also really thinks that Severus respected Minerva, but I really don't see them romantically involved...
The sentence about Hermione was actually a sentence I was kind of stuck on. And I really liked yours better! It's because of my lack of vocabulary and that my English writing was a bit rusty at the time, so if you don't mind me stealing it from you????? lol
The next chapter will be up pretty soon, cause there wasn't much action in this chapter, just a bit Severus-thinking ;)
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Date: 2009-06-09 10:47 am (UTC)I am thinking of writing a science fiction piece, a bit longer than usual. Hint: microchip marriage. I am not sure I want to commit myself to something that no one on my friends page would read...
Maybe I should have a separate non-fanfic/poetry/irreverence page but it does say fiction...I wrote a fiction in there about two hitchhiking junkies ;) Kat
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Date: 2009-06-09 05:18 pm (UTC)PS if you like sci-fi there's a story up, but it's not anything like Rowling's world, so if you feel like skipping it, no skin off my nose.
Kat