Harry Potter was ravenous. The famous raven-haired 14 year-old rubbed sleep from behind his glasses and out of his gleaming emerald eyes. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to pour a glass of Pumpkin Juice. He looked around the Great Hall and his eyes wandered to the Teachers Table where Snape was sitting as Dumbledore spoke to him in low tones. Harry had a small feeling of warmth wash over him as he saw Snape had on glasses, amplifying his dark eyes.
He blushed, only to himself, trying to repress the feelings that had grown over the year. He knew he shouldn't be attracted to Snape. After all, the man seemed to loathe him with every fiber of his seemingly dark being. However, whenever Harry looked at his muscular body, dark flowing hair and heard his quiet malevolent voice, it was all Harry could to keep under control.
However he was torn. There was another, a Slytherin, a dark, cherubic angel of his rivaled house. Every time he got a glimpse of the slivery blonde hair, pale blue-gray eyes and carefully cleft smirk, he seemed to shrink because of his feelings. Every lazy word that came from his cultured mouth, every torment or sneer sent a secret smile into Harry's heart.
Snape abruptly looked up, staring directly at Harry as he quickly turned and waved at Oliver Wood as he walked in. The Potions teacher quietly looked back to whatever he was reading on the table and Harry continued to look around the room. Dumbledore had stopped talking to Snape and glanced at Harry, a grin and twinkle in his eye as the rest of the houses poured in.
Ron and Hermoine sat next to Harry, and they made idle chatter as they ate. Quietly, McGonagall tapped her glass with her spoon and Dumbledore stood, clearing his throat. Harry sat attentive as he spoke.
"Good morning all. I have a few announcements before classes begin today. First, as you all know, houses are to turn in their nominations for next years Head Boy and Girl. Secondly, this year we will be bringing back the tradition of performing great Wizard plays during the year. If you would like to be involved, please speak to your Head of your House. The play this year will be "A Midsummer Nights Dream" by the great Wizard playwright, William Shakespeare. The director will be our resident thespian and theater expert, Professor Snape."
Hermoine choked on an apple as Ron's jaw dropped. "What in the bloody name of bloody-," he started to exclaim before Percy silenced him with a quick finger to his lips.
Harry grew warm inside. He saw Snape give a superior smile and suppressed the urge to sigh in adoration. He knew in that moment he was going to audition for the play.
"All parts are open and there will be open Auditions Thursday night. That is all." He said, smiling as he sat back down.
Hermoine continued to eat her apple as Ron sighed in exasperation.
"Why don't you just say it, Hermoine?" Her eyes flashed somewhat dangerously and Harry knew what was coming.
"Whatever do you mean, Ron?" she asked in a clipped tone. Harry braced himself as Ron seemed to shrink a little.
"You are going to audition for the play, aren't you?" She smiled at Ron thinly and nodded.
"Yes…and frankly, I hope you will too! Especially you Harry, as I know you will have a lot of talent! And Ron, maybe you could somehow receive some culture from this amazing play." Harry blushed slightly, as Ron looked at the floor. Hermoine seemed satisfied, so they finished their breakfast and made their way to Herbology.
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That same evening, a bombshell was dropped.
"WHAT?!?!" Ron exclaimed as the Gryffindors sat in the common room. Seamus Finnigan threw his head in his hands as Dean Thomas had his mouth hanging open. Hermoine sighed, she knew this would be the reaction to McGonagalls announcement.
The Transfigurations professor had come into the room as Hermoine had been pouring over the script and Harry had secretly been trying to sneak looks at it. Seamus, Ron and Dean were discussing the merits of Snape's acting skills and snickering lowly. She clapped and all the Gryffindors quieted in attention.
"As you all know," Minerva McGonagall said in a clear voice, "Dumbledore announced this morning that Professor Snape will be directing a production of A Midsummer Nights Dream. What you may not know is that I am heading the building of Set Pieces and Wizarding Effects for the production." Harry raised an eyebrow and looked to Hermoine, who shrugged as McGonagall continued, "The house heads called a meeting about an hour earlier to discuss involvement in this project. The idea of mandatory involvement in a house was brought up."
All the young wizards and witches heads snapped up to stare at McGonagall who was unfazed by all this. "It has been decided that both the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses will have mandatory involvement in this production. You do not have to act but then you must be involved technically, understood? Very well, I will leave you alone once more."
And this was about the time that Ron had exclaimed "WHAT?!!?!" and conversation buzzed.
"Frankly, I think it's a wonderful idea," said Hermoine and no one was surprised. Ron wailed, "What am I to be, a ruddy faery?"
Hermoine smiled inwardly, but kept a cool façade. She looked over the wizard script, watching on the front cover as the picture moved, performing scenes from it. Sighing, the young witch could just imagine Ron as Lysander…and if she could manage it, she as Hermia. Although she knew Ron would never admit it, he would be a rather good actor. Funny, loud, and rather attractive.
She watched him from the corner of her eye, as he spoke in tones with Seamus, Dean and Harry. The attraction she felt for him was strong, stronger than anything she had ever felt. Hermoine dreamed that his feelings would reciprocate for her, and maybe this play would be the chance for it. She observed the boys conversation more closely, her eyes now on Harry and noticed he wasn't entirely in the conversation. She knew he would try out for the play, he had the perfect eyes for a young Oberon or even a Puck. Hermoine had never wondered why she wasn't attracted to Harry, and in fact she had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't keen on girls at all.
Shrugging, she knew she didn't mind. Harry had been and was a wonderful friend to her, and she would support him in anything. Smiling behind reading the script, she knew this play would be good for all of them.
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He blushed, only to himself, trying to repress the feelings that had grown over the year. He knew he shouldn't be attracted to Snape. After all, the man seemed to loathe him with every fiber of his seemingly dark being. However, whenever Harry looked at his muscular body, dark flowing hair and heard his quiet malevolent voice, it was all Harry could to keep under control.
However he was torn. There was another, a Slytherin, a dark, cherubic angel of his rivaled house. Every time he got a glimpse of the slivery blonde hair, pale blue-gray eyes and carefully cleft smirk, he seemed to shrink because of his feelings. Every lazy word that came from his cultured mouth, every torment or sneer sent a secret smile into Harry's heart.
Snape abruptly looked up, staring directly at Harry as he quickly turned and waved at Oliver Wood as he walked in. The Potions teacher quietly looked back to whatever he was reading on the table and Harry continued to look around the room. Dumbledore had stopped talking to Snape and glanced at Harry, a grin and twinkle in his eye as the rest of the houses poured in.
Ron and Hermoine sat next to Harry, and they made idle chatter as they ate. Quietly, McGonagall tapped her glass with her spoon and Dumbledore stood, clearing his throat. Harry sat attentive as he spoke.
"Good morning all. I have a few announcements before classes begin today. First, as you all know, houses are to turn in their nominations for next years Head Boy and Girl. Secondly, this year we will be bringing back the tradition of performing great Wizard plays during the year. If you would like to be involved, please speak to your Head of your House. The play this year will be "A Midsummer Nights Dream" by the great Wizard playwright, William Shakespeare. The director will be our resident thespian and theater expert, Professor Snape."
Hermoine choked on an apple as Ron's jaw dropped. "What in the bloody name of bloody-," he started to exclaim before Percy silenced him with a quick finger to his lips.
Harry grew warm inside. He saw Snape give a superior smile and suppressed the urge to sigh in adoration. He knew in that moment he was going to audition for the play.
"All parts are open and there will be open Auditions Thursday night. That is all." He said, smiling as he sat back down.
Hermoine continued to eat her apple as Ron sighed in exasperation.
"Why don't you just say it, Hermoine?" Her eyes flashed somewhat dangerously and Harry knew what was coming.
"Whatever do you mean, Ron?" she asked in a clipped tone. Harry braced himself as Ron seemed to shrink a little.
"You are going to audition for the play, aren't you?" She smiled at Ron thinly and nodded.
"Yes…and frankly, I hope you will too! Especially you Harry, as I know you will have a lot of talent! And Ron, maybe you could somehow receive some culture from this amazing play." Harry blushed slightly, as Ron looked at the floor. Hermoine seemed satisfied, so they finished their breakfast and made their way to Herbology.
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That same evening, a bombshell was dropped.
"WHAT?!?!" Ron exclaimed as the Gryffindors sat in the common room. Seamus Finnigan threw his head in his hands as Dean Thomas had his mouth hanging open. Hermoine sighed, she knew this would be the reaction to McGonagalls announcement.
The Transfigurations professor had come into the room as Hermoine had been pouring over the script and Harry had secretly been trying to sneak looks at it. Seamus, Ron and Dean were discussing the merits of Snape's acting skills and snickering lowly. She clapped and all the Gryffindors quieted in attention.
"As you all know," Minerva McGonagall said in a clear voice, "Dumbledore announced this morning that Professor Snape will be directing a production of A Midsummer Nights Dream. What you may not know is that I am heading the building of Set Pieces and Wizarding Effects for the production." Harry raised an eyebrow and looked to Hermoine, who shrugged as McGonagall continued, "The house heads called a meeting about an hour earlier to discuss involvement in this project. The idea of mandatory involvement in a house was brought up."
All the young wizards and witches heads snapped up to stare at McGonagall who was unfazed by all this. "It has been decided that both the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses will have mandatory involvement in this production. You do not have to act but then you must be involved technically, understood? Very well, I will leave you alone once more."
And this was about the time that Ron had exclaimed "WHAT?!!?!" and conversation buzzed.
"Frankly, I think it's a wonderful idea," said Hermoine and no one was surprised. Ron wailed, "What am I to be, a ruddy faery?"
Hermoine smiled inwardly, but kept a cool façade. She looked over the wizard script, watching on the front cover as the picture moved, performing scenes from it. Sighing, the young witch could just imagine Ron as Lysander…and if she could manage it, she as Hermia. Although she knew Ron would never admit it, he would be a rather good actor. Funny, loud, and rather attractive.
She watched him from the corner of her eye, as he spoke in tones with Seamus, Dean and Harry. The attraction she felt for him was strong, stronger than anything she had ever felt. Hermoine dreamed that his feelings would reciprocate for her, and maybe this play would be the chance for it. She observed the boys conversation more closely, her eyes now on Harry and noticed he wasn't entirely in the conversation. She knew he would try out for the play, he had the perfect eyes for a young Oberon or even a Puck. Hermoine had never wondered why she wasn't attracted to Harry, and in fact she had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't keen on girls at all.
Shrugging, she knew she didn't mind. Harry had been and was a wonderful friend to her, and she would support him in anything. Smiling behind reading the script, she knew this play would be good for all of them.
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