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Okay, so I started reading a fantastic fic called Pet Project by Caeria and that is what inspired this doodle. I never would have thought I would like a SS/HG pairing...but my gosh, the story is so well written it's almost like it could be no other way. Read it! [link]

Professor Snape had finally flipped. He was going to kill them all.

Ignoring the rising babble of panic at the door of the classroom, Hermione pulled her wand and spun around in her chair to face Harry and Ron. "Use the Bubble-head Charm."

Hermione jumped as a heavy hand clamped down on her upraised hand, stopping the fluid movements needed for the charm. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for interfering in my lesson."

Professor Snape raised his voice to cut through the noise of the other students while his coal-black eyes swept the mass of students gathered at the classroom door. "The first person to use the Bubble-head Charm will spend the rest of the semester in detention with me."

Beginning to wheeze from the sweet scent eddying around her, Hermione looked at her fellow students in shock. None of them were lifting their wands. She couldn't believe they were more afraid of Professor Snape than they were of dying from poisonous gas.

Swinging her gaze back to her professor, she stared at him in horror, even as the invisible fumes from Neville's potion turned poison coated her tongue and the back of her throat with a taste and smell of a thousand rotting roses.

Very slowly, his left eyebrow rose in challenge, daring her to speak out again.

Neville Longbottom, his Gryffindor store of courage exhausted, took that opportunity to faint at Professors Snape's feet. Or, a slightly hysterical portion of Hermione's mind noted, he might have been done in by the gas.

Neville's collapse pushed Harry and Ron over the edge. With a snarl of, "You bastard!" Harry attempted to launch himself across the intervening worktables at Professor Snape's back, Ron close on the heels of his friend.

Both boys, however, forgot that they were dealing with a man who, while maybe not as powerful as Dumbledore, was dangerous all the same. To Hermione, it was like watching a horrible accident and being able to do nothing about it except watch in horrified fascination.

Just as Harry slid across his worktable, Professor Snape raised his hand, the one that firmly gripped Hermione's hand and wand. "Funis Subnecto," he hissed, while forcing Hermione's hand and wand in a short S-shaped forward movement. She felt the surge of the professor's magic as it was channeled from his hand through her wand and was horrified as she felt her own power rise up in answer to his, joining together to cast the spell that was aimed at her friends. Neither had the opportunity to evade as thin, snake-like cords shot out of her wand to wrap around Harry and Ron.

Within seconds Harry was pinned to the surface of the work-desk, the cords wrapping themselves around the desk legs to hold him tight. Ron was brought to his knees on the floor beside the desk, wrapped up so tight he resembled a corded cocoon.

Hermione turned stunned and horrified eyes back up to see a satisfied half-smile on her professor's face.

"Always wanted to do that," he murmured absently as if he spoke more to himself than to her.

Still keeping her hand clasped around her wand, Professor Snape turned toward the crowded mass of students with a muttered, "Mindless sheep."

Description
Okay, so I started reading a fantastic fic called Pet Project by Caeria and that is what inspired this doodle. I never would have thought I would like a SS/HG pairing...but my gosh, the story is so well written it's almost like it could be no other way. Read it! [link]

Professor Snape had finally flipped. He was going to kill them all.

Ignoring the rising babble of panic at the door of the classroom, Hermione pulled her wand and spun around in her chair to face Harry and Ron. "Use the Bubble-head Charm."

Hermione jumped as a heavy hand clamped down on her upraised hand, stopping the fluid movements needed for the charm. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for interfering in my lesson."

Professor Snape raised his voice to cut through the noise of the other students while his coal-black eyes swept the mass of students gathered at the classroom door. "The first person to use the Bubble-head Charm will spend the rest of the semester in detention with me."

Beginning to wheeze from the sweet scent eddying around her, Hermione looked at her fellow students in shock. None of them were lifting their wands. She couldn't believe they were more afraid of Professor Snape than they were of dying from poisonous gas.

Swinging her gaze back to her professor, she stared at him in horror, even as the invisible fumes from Neville's potion turned poison coated her tongue and the back of her throat with a taste and smell of a thousand rotting roses.

Very slowly, his left eyebrow rose in challenge, daring her to speak out again.

Neville Longbottom, his Gryffindor store of courage exhausted, took that opportunity to faint at Professors Snape's feet. Or, a slightly hysterical portion of Hermione's mind noted, he might have been done in by the gas.

Neville's collapse pushed Harry and Ron over the edge. With a snarl of, "You bastard!" Harry attempted to launch himself across the intervening worktables at Professor Snape's back, Ron close on the heels of his friend.

Both boys, however, forgot that they were dealing with a man who, while maybe not as powerful as Dumbledore, was dangerous all the same. To Hermione, it was like watching a horrible accident and being able to do nothing about it except watch in horrified fascination.

Just as Harry slid across his worktable, Professor Snape raised his hand, the one that firmly gripped Hermione's hand and wand. "Funis Subnecto," he hissed, while forcing Hermione's hand and wand in a short S-shaped forward movement. She felt the surge of the professor's magic as it was channeled from his hand through her wand and was horrified as she felt her own power rise up in answer to his, joining together to cast the spell that was aimed at her friends. Neither had the opportunity to evade as thin, snake-like cords shot out of her wand to wrap around Harry and Ron.

Within seconds Harry was pinned to the surface of the work-desk, the cords wrapping themselves around the desk legs to hold him tight. Ron was brought to his knees on the floor beside the desk, wrapped up so tight he resembled a corded cocoon.

Hermione turned stunned and horrified eyes back up to see a satisfied half-smile on her professor's face.

"Always wanted to do that," he murmured absently as if he spoke more to himself than to her.

Still keeping her hand clasped around her wand, Professor Snape turned toward the crowded mass of students with a muttered, "Mindless sheep."