4. A Push in the Right Direction (DADA_Mistress)
Chapter 4 of 7
Wenches of SASSHermione does not like flying - is it because she's scared, or because she's never been properly taught? A SASSY Production, in the form of a Round Robin
ReviewedChapter Four: A Push in the Right Direction
by DADA_Mistress
AN: Thanks to all the SASS members that helped me out with this chapter! I really needed your support this time around and you came through. I am eternally grateful! :)
This is a pretty silly chapter, so bear through it with an open mind. :)
For those of you who are keeping track, Pooka is next. :)
"Number one in the hood, G!"
Disclaimer: Not mine. It belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just borrowing her characters to have some fun. I will not make any cash with this.
"SHE WHAT?" Harry gasped in disbelief as he sat with Ron at breakfast the next day.
"That's right, mate," Ron nodded. "Ginny told me that last night. Hermione stole a broom, went out onto the Astronomy Tower, and then tried to fly."
"Tried to fly? That doesn't sound like `Mione. She hates flying. Why was she..."
"Maybe she was trying to prove us wrong. I don't know! Just be quiet and let me finish! Anyway, she ended up falling off the broom and was plummeting to her death until Snape heard her screaming, opened a window in the Astronomy Tower, and caught her just in time."
"A window? Ron, where's there a window in the Astronomy Tower? And what was Snape doing there? It doesn't seem likely that he'd be out of the dungeons."
"Maybe he was on rounds. I don't know, just shut up and listen, Harry! After he caught Hermione, Snape took her back into her rooms and stayed with her until she fell asleep to make sure she didn't fall out of her bed."
"Wait, he STAYED in her room? Bollocks! That can't be true! How'd he even get IN her room?"
"Professors are exempt from the warning klaxon, Harry; don't you know anything? Anyway, I'm just telling you what Ginny told me."
Well, that was half the truth. Ginny DID tell Ron a story about Snape and Hermione, but it wasn't that one. She had told him that Hermione had stolen many brooms and had taken them to the top of the Astronomy Tower and began flinging them over the side, jealous that she couldn't ride them. Snape caught her in the act when one of the brooms in question hit him on the head. Then he escorted her to her room to make sure she didn't steal more brooms along the way.
But stories have a way of becoming distorted, and as the tale passed from Gryffindor to Gryffindor, it became more illogical and outlandish with each telling. Neville said Hermione went to the Astronomy Tower to snog with another student, who'd brought a broom up with him to try and convince Hermione to go on a romantic broom ride. When Snape caught them, he threw the other student and his broom off the Astronomy Tower and then escorted Hermione back to her rooms and threatened her life if she told anyone.
However, Neville claimed this was all that Colin Creevey told him, which wasn't the case, either. Colin said that Hermione took a broom and went to the Astronomy Tower to fly, but she chickened out at the last minute. Then she thought she could experience flying by "getting high," thinking it would have the same effect. She was just lighting up when Snape caught her while flying on his broom and brought her back to search her rooms, telling her if she ever did it again, he'd throw her off the Astronomy Tower.
But that's not the story Colin heard from his brother. Dennis said that Hermione had gone to the Astronomy Tower to study how to fly, when she caught Snape getting high while flying on his broom. He escorted her back to her room and threatened to throw her off the Tower if she told anyone what had happened.
Of course, Dennis swore that's what Hermione told him, because he was in the Common Room when he saw Snape bring her in. After the big black bat left, he went to Hermione's room and asked her what had happened. She told him the truth and how she went to the Astronomy Tower to study and she saw Snape flying on his broom. "He was up so high that I could barely see him sometimes!" she gasped. "He's a wonderful flyer!"
Then she explained how Snape had caught her watching him and she fell off after she bumped her head, but he saved her and brought her back to her rooms after treating her injuries.
Hermione came down to breakfast totally unaware of any of the gossip or rumors spreading about her whereabouts the previous night. It wasn't until she sat down between the boys at breakfast that she first caught wind of it.
"Hermione!" Harry gasped as he suddenly clung to her. "Are you all right?"
"Of course I am!" she said, surprised.
"I'm so sorry we made fun of you last night about flying!"
"Oh, it's no big..."
"But even if you were THAT upset, that's no reason to try and commit suicide!"
"WHAT?"
"Ron just told me that last night after you left, you went to the top of the Astronomy Tower and tried to throw yourself off of it, because you were so upset about not being able to fly!"
"RON told you that?" Hermione asked as she turned to the redhead who was nodding vigorously.
"Yes!" Harry continued. "But it was a good thing Snape was down there at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower to break your fall! I can't believe he stayed with you the whole night on suicide watch!"
"Harry Potter, that is the most preposterous thing I've ever heard! I did NOT go to the top of the tower to kill myself, and Professor Snape was NOT in my room last night! Honestly, I wasn't even that distressed!"
Hermione then began to tell Harry and Ron her story over breakfast, the same story she had told to Creevey last night, explaining all the events that took place from catching Professor Snape flying on his broom to escorting her to her room after he offered to give her flying lessons. When she finished, the boys looked at each other dumbfounded before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"What so funny?" Hermione asked quizzically while Ron pounded his fist on the table and Harry clutched his stomach as he doubled over in laughter. She became annoyed when neither of them stopped to give her an explanation. She began drumming her fingers on the table as she waited impatiently for them to stop. Finally, Harry was the first to somewhat regain his composure before he chuckled, "Snape? Flying? Oh, that's rich!"
"It's true!" Hermione insisted. "And he's wonderful at it!"
"And he's going to give YOU lessons?" Ron asked before he and Harry fell into bleats of laughter once more.
At that point, Hermione was thoroughly annoyed with both of them and glared before she spat, "Yes, he is, and I happen to think it's most kind of him to do so! He's taking time out of his busy schedule to help me and I think that's more than my `best friends' have ever done!"
"His busy schedule?" Ron snorted before laughing even harder. "Oh yeah! Where will he find the time between terrorizing students and stalking around like an overgrown bat?"
"He'll probably have to push back his hair washing ritual to once a month instead of once a week," Harry added.
"Stop it!" Hermione seethed. "I won't tolerate you talking about Professor Snape like..."
"Yeah, Harry!" Ron agreed. "I think he's stopped brushing his teeth all together. You won't have to worry about him cutting that out of his 'busy' schedule, Hermione. After all, that's at least two more minutes of sneering!"
"Or kissing his little Slytherins' bums!" Harry retorted before making kissing sounds which caused Ron to burst into laughter again.
"Or perhaps it is two more minutes worth of thinking what would be the best detention for the two of you," a cold, silky voice said from behind the trio.
The color from Harry's and Ron's faces suddenly drained, and they slowly turned around to confirm their worst fear. Snape was indeed standing right behind them, arms folded over his chest, staring at them with a cold stern expression. Hermione kept her head down as she tried to suppress a smile. Serves them right for talking about him in that horrible manner.
"Let us see," Snape said coolly as he stroked his chin with his thumb and forefinger, "Ten points from Gryffindor each... detention for the next two days after dinner starting tonight... and each of you shall have to scrub the floor without magic... with a toothbrush."
"Scrub the dungeon floor with a toothbrush?" Harry and Ron asked, horrified.
"Who said anything about the dungeons? You shall be scrubbing the floor of the Great Hall."
"WHAT?"
"Five points for raising your voice to a professor. While I did enjoy your little conversation, gentlemen, I did not come here to speak with either of you. I actually came to speak with Miss Granger."
Hermione turned around and with her best innocent look asked sweetly, "Yes, Professor Snape?"
"Miss Granger, you are to meet me at the Quidditch pitch tonight at five o'clock. That should give you time to prepare for your lesson after your last class as well as give you enough time to wash up for dinner after our lesson is through."
"Yes, sir."
"Also, I will provide a broom since I suspect that you do not have one for yourself."
"Yes, sir, and thank you."
"Five o'clock?" Ron whined, "but that's when we're all supposed to be in our study group!"
"Well it seems you and Potter will have to cut the apron strings, Weasley, and learn to survive academia on your own for a change. I'll see you then, Miss Granger. Good day."
Snape spun around and swept out of the Great Hall with his robes billowing behind him, while Hermione grinned at Harry and Ron's shocked faces.
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Five o'clock couldn't come quickly enough for Hermione. She rushed out onto the Quidditch pitch ten minutes early just because she couldn't wait to get started. She really wanted to prove to Ron and Harry that she could do this, and Snape was part of her road to success.
As she expected, Snape was already at the Quidditch field; however, he was not alone. The Slytherin Quidditch team was there as well, practicing for the coming game next week. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy was among them. He had gotten off easy after the final battle when he'd claimed that his father had put him under the Imperius Curse. Of course, the Ministry bought it... especially after Draco's "generous donation."
Hermione crept silently along the bottom of the stands as she made her way towards Professor Snape. He watched his house team with folded arms, leaning against the base of the goal with both his and Hermione's brooms at his feet. Professor Snape looked so intense as he studied the team barking orders to each other that Hermione didn't say a word as she appeared at his right side. If he knew Hermione was standing next to him, he made no indication of it. He simply continued watching his team with Hermione watching alongside him.
Suddenly, much to her surprise, she caught a glimmer of gold from the corner of her eye. As she turned to the right to see what it was, she gasped. The Golden Snitch was coming straight at her like a bullet! There wasn't enough time for her to move as it came barreling towards her.
Just when she braced herself for the cold hard pain that was undoubtedly about to hit her square in the face, a hand shot out from her left and grabbed the Snitch inches from her nose. Startled, she jumped back and found herself pressed up against the body of Professor Snape, who was holding the Snitch!
Hermione gasped at the sensations that flooded her. The feeling of his warm, tall body pressed hard against her warmed her to the core, as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world. It just felt so right as she stayed there, stunned by the odd feeling of both shock and excitement. She slowly turned her head up and saw Snape was already looking down at her. She locked onto his gaze, once again taken by his eyes. They were so dark and deep that she had to stop herself from shivering at the sight. They alone told the sorrows and hardships of his tragic life. Yet, as she continued to stare, she could see a glimmer of something more, as if there was still some hope left in the man whose life seemed hopeless. Why hadn't she ever noticed that before?
Though he'd never admit it, Snape also felt the odd sensation that coursed through both of them. Having her pressed close to him felt so good, especially with the scent of her milk-and-honey shampoo wafting into his nostrils. As his eyes connected with hers, he could see the excitement dancing in them, as if she felt it too. Her eyes...they were...beautiful. He felt as if he could drown in those dark pools of amber that reflected his softened facial features. Why had he never noticed that before?
Overcome with feeling, he said softly in his silkiest voice, "Careful... you wouldn't want to start off your first lesson with a bruise."
He brushed a soothing hand against her cheek where the Snitch would have hit had he not caught it. She took a sharp intake of breath as her skin tingled where he had touched, warming her insides even more.
Suddenly, they both noticed the eerie silence on the Quidditch pitch. They looked up to see the entire Slytherin Quidditch team hovering above them in stunned silence, some even with their mouths hanging opened in obvious disbelief. Regaining his composure, Snape took a step back and gave Hermione a small (but gentle) shove, snarling, "Get off me, you silly girl. I've never seen such poor reflexes. No wonder you can't ride a broom."
Seeing their Head of House return to his usual self, a few of the Slytherins snickered while Hermione's cheeks slightly flushed.
"What do you think you're doing, Mudblood?" Draco scoffed. "Trying to get fresh with the professor to get a better mark on your NEWTS?"
Before Hermione could retort, Snape replied smoothly, "Well, Mister Malfoy, had you been doing your job and watching the Snitch, we would not be in this position."
This time it was Draco's turn to flush before Snape gave a crooked smile and continued. "Really, it was a good thing I was here to catch the Snitch, or perhaps you'd have to fetch Mister Potter to collect it for you. How embarrassing would that be for Slytherin, eh?"
Snape gave Draco a satisfied look as the blond turned his head away quickly and glared off into the distance. After putting Draco in his place, Snape sneered up at the Quidditch team before barking, "Seeing how you have all stopped practicing, I think you are done for the day. Now get out of my sight, the whole lot of you!"
The Slytherins obeyed, touching down to the ground before making their way to the locker room. They gave Hermione strange looks as they left. Draco glared at both Hermione and Snape as he entered the locker room muttering something Hermione couldn't hear. Snape pocketed the Snitch before glaring at Hermione in an attempt to master the feelings inside of him. Just as he was about to give her his first order, she looked up at him and asked softly, "You were a Seeker, Professor Snape?"
"As a matter of fact, I was," he responded sharply, "but that is beside the point, Miss Granger. We are here to teach you to fly. Are you ready now, or are you going to play twenty questions and waste my time?"
"I'm ready, sir."
"Good, now come here next to your broom... no, that one... yes. Now place your hand... no, Miss Granger, do NOT pick it up. Place your hand over it and say 'up.' "
Snape stood behind Hermione as she looked down at the broom. Hesitating, Hermione turned around and said, "It doesn't go up when I command it. Can't I just pick it up?"
"No," Snape said sternly. "Part of the magic is in this first response. You MUST have control over your broom or else it will control you! I have a feeling you would not want your broom to start bucking you off because your will is so weak. Now do as I say and command the broom to fly into your hand."
Hermione turned her attention back to the broom and sighed. Placing her hand over it, she said in a normal voice, "Up."
The broom didn't even move.
"No, no, no!" Snape said, shaking his head. "You're going about it completely wrong. You need to be firm and sharp."
"Up."
The broom rolled over once.
"Firmer, Miss Granger."
"Up."
"Louder, Miss Granger."
"Up!"
The broom flopped around a little.
"Again, Miss Granger."
"Up... please?"
"TELL it, Miss Granger, do not ask it! Command it at once!"
"UP!"
Suddenly, the broom flew up, but not into her hand. The handle hit her straight in the face, as if she had stepped onto a rake lying face up on the ground.
"BLOODY HELL!" she cried out, covering her face with her hands as her eyes began to tear. Snape couldn't help but smirk. She'd had it coming.
"Five points from Gryffindor for cursing, Miss Granger," Snape announced as he took a few steps to stand directly behind her. "Unless you are seriously injured, I suggest you put your arms down and listen to my words."
"I'm fine, thanks," Hermione said snidely, giving her forehead one more rub and wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Stop whining and pay attention. Listen to my voice as I summon the broom into my hand and try to mimic my inflection."
Snape stretched out his hand over the broom while still standing close behind Hermione. With her hands at her sides Hermione listened patiently, secretly enjoying his closeness and the heat radiating off his body. In a strong firm voice, Snape commanded, "Up!"
Immediately, the broom jumped into his hand.
"Did you notice the power in my voice?" Snape purred.
"Y-yes, sir," Hermione stammered, surprised at how his voice was as smooth as butter.
"Do you think you repeat that now, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sir."
Snape dropped the broom onto the ground again, and didn't move from his spot. Nervously, Hermione put her hand over the broomstick and gulped. She calmed her nerves and focused all her energy into a single command.
"Up!"
Suddenly, the broom shot up into her hand, causing Hermione to jump. Her mouth dropped open as she stared in shock at the broom in her hand. Slowly, a smile began to spread across her face.
"I... I did it," she said confidently.
"Yes, but can you do so again?" Snape asked. "Drop the broom and try it again."
Hermione did as she was told and nonchalantly summoned the broom again. Unfortunately, this time it did nothing. She frowned, confused as to why it didn't work. She tried a second time, unsuccessful once more. Her anger and frustration building, she said it again. Still, the broom remained rooted to the ground. She gritted her teeth and said it three more times in a row. The broom refused to move.
"Miss Granger," Snape started before Hermione cut him off.
"UP!" she practically screamed.
The broom shot straight up, but not into her hand. Once again, it was heading straight for her face. However, since she had experienced this previously, Hermione easily dodged the oncoming broomstick.
Unfortunately, Snape did not.
"BLOODY HELL!" Snape cursed after the broom cracked him over his nose.
"Oh, Professor Snape!" Hermione gasped as she whirled around in horror. "Are you all right?"
"Of course I am not all right, you silly girl!" he spat through his hands that covered his mouth and nose.
"Are... are you bleeding?"
"Just get away from me! Merlin's beard, that smarts!"
He turned his back to her and walked a few paces away while using every profane word he could think of and even a few he made up on the spot. Hermione bit her lip nervously. Oh, she'd really mucked it up this time! There was no way Snape was going to continue the lessons. He'd just tell her she was hopeless and stalk off. She glared back down at the broom.
"Stupid broom," she muttered.
Hermione looked back up at Snape who still had his back to her. Well, at least he had stopped cursing. Finally, with a long heavy sigh, Snape turned around and slowly walked back to face Hermione, making sure to blink away the tears that automatically began pricking.
"Miss Granger," he said, barely above a whisper, "you MUST learn to control and focus your energy. Recollect what you were doing and how you felt when you first summoned the broom into your hand, and repeat the process or else we will both have concussions before the day is done. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Hermione said quietly.
She placed her hand over the broom again and closed her eyes while Snape took a few steps back and stayed facing her. Hermione recalled how it felt; the emotions, the energy that pulsed through her when she first summoned the broom, and focused them all into that one single task.
Finally, she opened her eyes and said firmly: "Up!"
The broom jumped into her hands immediately.
Hermione grinned and looked up at Snape who merely nodded his head and grunted.
"Again, Miss Granger," he said, his arms folded over his chest.
Hermione dropped the broom and repeated the process, this time much more confident than before. The rest of the lesson was spent on Hermione summoning the broom. They didn't stop until she could summon it into her hand every time she commanded it.
"That's enough for today," Snape said as the broom flew into her hand for the fiftieth time.
"But... but I didn't even get to ride it today," Hermione protested.
"One step at a time, Miss Granger. You are a complete novice at this."
"Yes, sir, and thank you for tutoring me. I just want to prove not only to myself that I can do this, but to Harry and Ron as well."
"Yes, I recall the conversation the three of you had earlier today," he said with a sly smile, remembering how it had led to Potter's and Weasley's detentions.
"They love to remind me about my inability to fly," Hermione said downheartedly.
"Miss Granger, it is only because it is the ONE subject in which you are NOT accomplished. It is the one area in which they do not have to depend on you and they feel better about themselves because of it. Let them have their fun. Take pride in knowing that you are better at everything else."
Hermione looked up at Snape in astonishment. In Snape-speak, that could almost be considered a compliment.
"Th-thank you, Professor Snape," Hermione said with a shy smile.
Realizing his comment might have been taken as a compliment (which it was), Snape scowled and said sternly, "Come along, Miss Granger."
They gathered up the brooms and walked together towards the castle. Neither of them said a word for a long while. Finally Hermione spoke.
"You were a Seeker, Professor," she commented meekly.
"I was." Snape nodded, not giving any further explanation.
"So you like Quidditch, then?"
"I suppose I would, considering I actually participated in the game."
"I think Quidditch is okay. Harry and Ron talk about it all the time. A little too much, actually. I really wish they'd stop."
They arrived at the door and Snape opened it and allowed Hermione to enter first.
"Actually, Miss Granger," Snape began after he closed the door behind him, "Quidditch would be most beneficial to you."
"Really?" Hermione questioned with a quizzical look. "How so?"
"In Quidditch, many flying techniques are utilized and practiced by the players, especially the Chasers. It would do you some good to actually watch a game or two."
"Well, I have gone to every Hogwarts Quidditch game, and next week is the start of the new season..."
"No, Miss Granger. I do not mean a bunch of children flying around on their brooms bumbling around for the Quaffle. I am talking about a REAL Quidditch game to observe flying techniques and movements. I suggest you inquire at Hogsmeade and see if a professional team will be playing anytime soon. It would be a perfect opportunity to watch and apply some of the style to your lessons."
"Oh! Thank, you, sir. I shall look into it."
"See that you do, Miss Granger. I shall see you at dinner."
With that, Snape turned away and headed for the dungeons, leaving Hermione in the middle of the hall looking after him. As she made her way towards her room, she didn't notice the pair of twinkling blue eyes behind crescent moon spectacles that had watched her and the Potions Master the entire time.
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"Oops," said Draco Malfoy in his best "innocent" voice as he dropped a pile of mashed potato mixed with peas and carrots on he floor. "Oh dear, looks like I made a huge mess! Oh well, I'm sure SOMEONE will clean it up."
He shot a sly look over to Harry and Ron who glared angrily at the flaxen haired boy.
"Who told HIM about our detentions?" the redhead steamed before stabbing his fork into his sausage.
"I'm sure Snape probably posted an announcement in the Slytherin Common Room," Harry grumbled as he watched Malfoy convince Pansy and her friends to throw their chicken bones on the floor as well. "Speaking of Snape, how was your lesson today, `Mione?"
"Oh, it was great," Hermione smiled. "Very informative."
"Are you going to practice tomorrow too?" Ron asked as Draco flung his dirty napkin over his shoulder.
"Yes, I am. In fact I..."
Hermione was cut short as an owl suddenly swooped down from overhead and dropped a letter into her lap. She took the letter and inspected the front, which only had her name written in green wizarding ink. With a shrug, she opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, which read:
Meet me at 11AM at the Quidditch pitch. Do not be late.
With a quizzical expression, she looked inside the envelope and gasped. Inside was a ticket to a Quidditch game that Saturday at Hogsmeade! How wonderful! It's just what she needed since Professor Snape told her to...
Hermione's eyes went wide at a sudden thought. `Professor Snape must have gotten this for me!'
Slowly, she turned around to the High Table to see Snape was also inspecting a Quidditch ticket in his hand. He was very surprised when he received a letter. He almost never got mail. This was odd indeed. It was even odder that he received a strange note along with a Quidditch ticket. What in Merlin's name was going on? Who would give him a Quidditch...
Then a thought occurred to him.
`Miss Granger must have gotten this for me,' he thought with a snort.
It really shouldn't have surprised him. She was brilliant and studious. She had probably looked up the schedule as soon as she got to her rooms and got tickets for the both of them. Of course, it made perfect sense that she got him a ticket as well, since she wouldn't know how to identify different styles of flying.
He looked over to see Hermione already staring at him with her own ticket in hand. He gave her an approving nod, and she grinned in return. Somewhere inside of him, he felt a warm sensation flow through his body as she smiled, and he wondered at it.
"What have you got there, Severus?" Professor McGonagall asked as she leaned over next to him to get a closer look.
"Nothing of importance to you," Snape muttered as he quickly pocketed the ticket in his robes.
"Was that a Quidditch ticket?"
"Can't I enjoy a meal without having you pestering me, Minerva?"
"It seems Miss Granger also has the same ticket. In fact, she seems to be the only one with a ticket besides you. Why do you suppose that is?"
"Really, Minerva, is it too much to ask for you to leave me alone? I will even say `please' if it will get you out of my hair."
McGonagall thinned her lips and gave him a questioning look. Snape sneered and looked down at his plate, returning his attention to his meal. She turned to her other side to ask Dumbledore what he thought of the situation. She caught Albus looking quite satisfied at both Hermione and Snape before he, too, busied himself with his meal. Minerva knew her old friend long enough to know when he was plotting.
"Albus," she started, "isn't it odd that both Severus and Hermione Granger were the only ones that received the same type of Quidditch tickets?"
"Quidditch tickets?" Dumbledore asked, looking and sounding shocked. "I didn't even notice."
"Doesn't it also seem strange that they both looked rather bewildered to have received them?" Minerva persisted.
"I suppose it does seem a bit strange. Maybe they forgot they ordered them."
"As sly as you may be, Albus, you cannot fool me," McGonagall said bluntly. "I know you're up to your meddling again."
"Who? Me?" asked Dumbledore innocently. "Minerva, I am both shocked and appalled that you would even think I'm capable of doing such a rude thing as meddle. It is absolutely none of my business. Honestly, what kind of a wizard do you take me for?"
He took a sip of his pumpkin juice while McGonagall continued to give him a stern look, still totally unconvinced. After setting his goblet down, Dumbledore looked around quickly before whispering to Minerva, "Besides, I wouldn't call it `meddling.' It's more like... a push in the right direction."
McGonagall couldn't help but smile as she stared back at him. She sighed and went back to her meal, wondering exactly what Albus had in store for her favorite student and her favorite Potions Master.
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"Push"
by Matchbox 20
She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough
I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don't know if I've ever been really loved
By a hand that's touched me, well I feel like something's
Gonna give
And I'm a little bit angry, well
This ain't over, no not here, not while I still need you
Around
You don't owe me, we might change
Yeah we just might feel good
[chorus]
I wanna push you around, I will, I will
I wanna push you down, I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted
I will
She said I don't know why you ever would lie to me
Like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is
Gonna hurt ya
And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me
You couldn't stand to be near me
When my face don't seem to want to shine
Cuz it's a little bit dirty well
Don't just stand there, say nice things to me
I've been cheated I've been wronged, and you
You don't know me, I can't change
I won't do anything at all
[chorus]
Oh but don't bowl me over
Just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so
Crazy, crazy
Don't rush this baby, don't rush this baby
[chorus]
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hey Ladies!!
Thank you for your roundrobin!!
a genuin masterpiece about how to get Hermione intersted into some sort of flying equipment.
And flying she went!
Thank you all!
Totally Enjoyed to read
Found this story while doing a random search for some new things to read. How lucky was I to discover this lovely little gem.
All who took part in writing have done a superb job. The lemons were exceptionally sweet.
The innuendos were a real hoot too.
Thanks all for writing this. So happy Severus got his little bit of happiness back.
That was a delightful romp. Thank you.
This was such a wonderful story! Loved it!
Well, well, well. I must say, ladies, that was VERY hot! Nicely done round robin.
Now that's what I call a great pinch hitter! Fabulous job and the perfect ending. "Up!", indeed!
Wow! Quidditch has never been so stimulating before! Thank you for being a sneaky little author and slipping in some not-so-quidditch-related activities. I'll even be nice enough to say I hope the seeker is okay after that spill. I am ever so grateful to him.
"it is…magic. Can you feel it, Hermione? The magic thrumming between your thighs?”Oh, yeah. I do believe she can feel it. And he's wearing her scarf! Perhaps he's just been saving it for a special occasion? Perhaps, if we are lucky, her original analysis of the situation is true. Wonderful chapter and a lovely song choice.
Oh, I do enjoy a simple meddling Dumbledore! Much better than that For the common good Dumbledore of DH. Your Minerva is a treat, as well. Snape has turned out to be a very thorough and patient teacher. Who knew?! Things are working out quite nicely.
It seems like Snape wants to give back a little by making sure a muggleborn is not passed over when it comes to naural wizarding talents. It is rather ironic that her best friends would tease her endlessly about it, but never offer to teach her. Perhaps Snape will regain all the initial joy he had from flying without anyone to complain about his quidditch skills. This could be quite beneficial for both of them. Very appropriate song choice, as well.
Wow! I love all the backstory on Snape and how he came to be on the broom. Then you left us at the same evil cliffie, except you did give us the hope of an Immobulus as she was falling. Poor Miss Granger is still up in the air, so to speak.
Someone asked about this on Potter Place today and I thought it would be nice to reread all the way through. This time I won't be falling for the evil cliffie about plummeting to her death. This is a wonderful setup for the rest of the story. I love the image of Snape against the moon and the sound of deep chocolate laughter.
UP! UP! now if that worked there would be several drug companies out of business! *snigger*
The wenches will make a sports writer out of you yet! Besides, you write horizontally based "sporting" activities well!
Is that your broomstick I feel, or are you just pleased to see me? LOL
LOL now the boys will be jealous cos she gets to go to a game and they don't :P
private flying lessons, does she get to see his broomstick? ( asks innocently)
Interesting take on Severus' teenage years
hmm guess who saves her.. no prizes !
So...that works on more than just a broom, eh? Hee-hee, I loved it! And the writing was sooo hot, to boot!
That was super! I thoroughly enjoyed it! If I feign dumbness with a broom, (since I must only feign as I have no real magical power), do you think I might could get my very own Snape "lessons" in the process?
Ah, but that was wonderful and sweet! And I loved your choices of songs at the end of each chapter. Once upon a time I was a fan and author for SIS-S/S (Sisters in Smut a Skinner/Scully archive) Now I am a huge fan of the Wenches of SASS!!!!
I enjoyed this story. I hope you all write another one.Thank you.
LOl-that was great.