I am reposting these chapters; Combining some and fixing some grammar issues.
Samaria Kirby is my creation. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
"Good morning class. Turn to page 195, please," Professor Samaria Kirby said with a smile.
Harry sighed as he turned his textbook to that page. This year, not only did he have to deal with being the fourth and youngest of the Triwizard Tournament, but also he had new classes. This one, Magical Healing, was one of them. This was the first year of having it and it was hard. The difficulty of the class was made up greatly with the beauty and wonderful nature of the teacher.
Professor Kirby was a young witch, perhaps 23 or 24, and had been teaching at Hogwarts since Harry could remember. This was just the first time he'd had her.
Most of the guys fancied her. If she caught them staring, she would just smile and continue teaching. She was strict in her lessons, but not to the point of humiliating a student.
She should give Snape a few lessons, Harry thought.
She had been one of the few people who had believed him when he said that he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire. She had even offered to help him in his classes, seeing as he had so much to deal with.
He had Hermione, of course, but Professor Kirby was just a little more patient with him than Hermione.
She had quickly become one of his, Ron, and Hermione's favorite teachers. They often went to her office just to talk. Sometimes, they even had lunch with her there, as she very rarely ate in the Great Hall.
Shaking these thoughts away, Harry tried to pay attention.
It wasn't that this class was boring. It usually wasn't. It was just that they had to learn the theories of the healing spells before they could practice performing them. That part was boring.
He looked around the class and smiled.
Hermione of course was hanging on every word and coping it down. Harry made a quick mental note to ask her to copy them.
The rest of the girls either loved the Magical healing teacher or completely despised her; the opinions of each shown on their faces.
Chuckling, he then looked at the dazed look on the faces of the boys. Each one adored her… until they got a grade they didn't like. But even then, after a few days they got over it and started to fawn over her again.
Unfortunately, the Gryffindors shared this class with the Slytherins. It was in fact mostly Slytherin girls that loathed Ms. Kirby.
Harry understood somewhat why. She had a very shapely figure and wore robes to accent it. Her long, blond hair was usually worn down in waves and her make up graced her face immaculately, it brought out her blue eyes and pouting lips to perfection.
Harry shook these thoughts from his head and the people around him began to stir. Class was over.
He gathered his things and, with Ron and Hermione, walked up to the front of the class. Ms. Kirby smiled as she saw them coming.
"Hi, guys. Lunch today?" she asked.
"Sure," shrugged Ron, as if that wasn't exactly what he was hoping for.
She smiled, "Come with me."
The four climbed few steps to a door off the side of her classroom that led to her office. When they all were sitting in there, she gave a flick of her wand and a plate of sandwiches appeared on her desk with a ice cold jug of pumpkin juice, along with four glasses.
"How are your studies going," she asked the trio, her American accent very obvious.
"Just wonderful. I was terrified that things would be so much harder this year," Hermione said.
Harry and Ron just groaned.
"And what subject is giving you boys trouble?" she asked.
"Potions," they said together.
Ms. Kirby smiled, "Would you like some help?"
Both boys nodded.
"Alright. I'm sure Professor Snape would be glad to."
The smiles on Ron and Harry's face dropped like a bomb and they both looked as if they were just sentenced to death.
"Something wrong?" she asked, smiling. She knew good and well what was wrong. They hadn't made it any secret about their feelings for the Potions Master.
"Are you bloody mad? Even if he agreed, he'd murder us," Ron stated.
"Or make us wish to be murdered," agreed Harry.
Their teacher just shook her head, "Boys, potions isn't my forte. And even if it were, he would be the best one the help you."
"I think we can manage," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, you two. He really isn't THAT bad," Ms. Kirby smiled as she said this.
All three, including Hermione who stayed out of it until now, rolled their eyes. Just as Ms. Kirby opened her mouth to defend him, the object of their discussion opened the door, "I need to…." He paused as he saw the three students.
After a death stare for each one, he turned to Ms. Kirby, "We need to speak."
"In a moment. I have company."
"I'll wait in your classroom," after another death glare he left.
Their teacher merely shook her head and the three looked at her as if to say We rest our case.
"Maybe I should go see what he wants."
Ron look as if she was crazy, "Your mental. He could kill you!"
"He wouldn't do that, Ron," she replied.
"He just might, you never know," he said back.
This time it was her turn to roll her eyes, "I'll see y'all later."
After they left, she went into her classroom to talk to the potions professor.
"Took you long enough," he said.
"Well, I'm sorry. You didn't make an appointment."
He shook his head. "What is so important?" she asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about this," he lifted the sleeve on his left robe.
"It's darker," she said.
He nodded, "It won't be long before it burns, I'm sure.
She pursed her lips, "Have you spoken with Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes. When, and it's only a matter of time, the Dark Lord returns, I will become a double spy."
"While the Dark Lord will think I'm spying on the headmaster for him, I will be actually spying on him for the headmaster," Snape explained.
Nodding, she then asked, " And me?"
"You… have a choice. You can either become a spy too, which would be what's expected by the Dark Lord, or we can hide you away."
"You know which one I will choose," she said crossing her arms.
"I thought so. You know you will have to prove yourself, even though you're my wife."
"I know. I want to be with you, no matter what."
Nodding he walked up to her.
"Your not happy with my decision?" she asked, seeing his somber expression.
"Having my wife work directly under the most evil and feared wizard in centuries? No, I am thrilled," he replied with a raised eyebrow.
She smiled, "I thought so."
He shook his head at her.
"What?" she asked, "Does that mean I can tell my students I am married to one of the most feared teachers of the school?"
"No. Why would you want to?" he inquired.
"One, I want to see their face. Two, I want the boys to quit drooling in class. And three… to see their face."
"Your impossible," he scolded.
"You love me any way though."
"Unfortunately," he said.
Rolling her eyes, she popped him on the arm, "Well, they will know one day. I don't see why it's such a big secret."
"It's not. It's just not something that's any of their business," he told her.
"Well, I was going to tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione… What's with that face? I wish you four could just get along!"
"When Potter stops thinking that he is all powerful and the world should bow at his feet, when Granger stops being an insufferable know-it-all, and when Weasley stops licking Potters boots, then perhaps we might."
"Urgh! All of you have ungrounded prejudices against each other and I'm sick of it! You all need to grow up!"
Snape just smirked, "That Southern accent comes out a lot clearer when you're angry, Samaria."
She gave him a death glare that gave his own a run for their money.
"Anyway, this is off the subject. I don't care that people know. I just don't want the looks and whispers," he said.
Her glare melted away into a smile, "You'll live."
"I suppose. It never was a secret really. Just…"
"Just something we never mentioned," she repeated what he'd told her a million times.
"Well, I might mention it. It's been four years since we were married. And those three are the closest thing, besides you, I have to real friends," she tried to explain.
Snape shrugged his shoulders, "Do what you wish," knowing she would anyway.
She smiled and hugged him.
It was a week or more before the three were able to get time to go back and visit their healing teacher.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry were walking down the hall toward her office. Just as they rounded a corner Harry was thinking of asking her if he could start coming to her office for weekly tutorials and he heard the voice of Malfoy.
"Yeah, that Professor Kirby is one hot babe. That butt of hers… I would mount that my wall. And her tits, well let just say…" he didn't get the rest of it out.
Harry, not even taking the time to reach for his wand, walked right up to him and punched him straight in the nose. He could feel the cartilage smash under his fist. Malfoy, on the ground, blood gushing out of his nose, didn't even have time to rise up. Harry was on top of him punching his with everything he had.
Crabbe and Goyle jumped on Harry, then Ron on top of them. Fists and blood were flying everywhere.
"What is this?" demanded a cold voice that made everyone of them stop.
When they looked up they saw the Professor Snape's face.
"Up," he ordered.
All five got up, and stood before him. Hermione was still to the side where she was shouting at them.
"What is this about?"
None of them said anything. Harry figured Malfoy didn't have an explanation and he knew no matter what he said the Slytherins would get off, so he said nothing.
"No one? Fine, come with me," Snape led them down the hall to Professor Kirby's room.
"In!" he shouted. As they went in, Snape went into her office and came out with her.
"Oh my. What happened?" she asked as she rushed to them.
"That's what I would like to know. Now!" Snape glared at them.
Harry swallowed and looked up through his swollen eyes, "Malfoy was talking bad of Professor Kirby."
Snape eyes shot toward Malfoy, as did Ms. Kirby's. She stopped examining Ron's wounds.
"What did he say?" Snape asked, eyes still on Malfoy.
Harry fidgeted; he didn't want to repeat it, especially with her in the room.
"Now," growled Snape.
With a deep breath, Harry told him what he had heard. Malfoy went to deny it but stopped at the look at Snape's face. Harry had never seen him look so made. He glance over to Ms. Kirby and saw her face pink and she was looking down.
"The healing can wait," Snape said. "Slytherins with me, Gryffindors stay."
After they left, Ron scoffed, "Sure, they get off easy… again!"
"No they didn't, Ron," Ms. Kirby said as she took out her wand to repair Ron's face.
"What do you mean?" asked the red head.
"Well, Professor Snape was more furious than I have ever seen him. They won't be getting off at all. In fact, I think you just might."
Even Harry was confused. He'd seen Malfoy insult and be disrespectful to many teachers and Snape had never acted like that. He even told Ms. Kirby so. Just as he said so, Hermione came in.
Quietly, she walked over to where they stood.
"Severus won't stand for any disrespect for himself, nor me."
"Why?" Harry persisted.
"I'm his wife."
The three just stood staring at her.
"You're, you're what?" Ron demanded.
"His wife," she said simply, now moving to heal Harry.
"Why?" was all Harry could get out.
"Well, you see, he started teaching here in my second year. I absolutely loved his voice, his attitude and his gruffness. It fascinated me. So, when I graduated I came back as an assistant to Madam Pomfrey. I worked with him a lot also making healing potions. We became friends, then courted, then… well you get it."
Harry shook his head in wonder and Ron just look at her as if he knew she was mental. They all knew that she had lived in America but her parents, not liking the schools there, sent her to Hogwarts.
After she finished with Harry she walked to her office, motioning for them to follow.
Still very surprised, they did without a word.
"You see, Harry. I knew your parents. I didn't say much, because you told me once that everyone was always comparing you to your father and mother. I didn't want you to think I was. Well, my parents met yours when they were here on vacation. They became close. We visited them often, and after hearing about how wonderful Hogwarts was for them, they sent me there. I spent the whole summer before my first year with them. You weren't even a year old yet. Yes, I even knew Sirius and Remus. Sirius was like a big brother to me. About the time I started school they had to go into hiding. The following Halloween, they were killed. When I became Madam Pomfrey's assistant and began working with him, he was like ice. But the more we talked, the more he began to thaw. When he found out my connection to the Potters, well, that gave us something else in common. Yes, we had different views of them, but it was a conversation topic. One thing led to another and after a year or so we were married."
The teenagers were still silent. Hermione had a dreamy expression on her face, Ron, one of disgust, and Harry of confusion.
"So, you were close to my parents?" he asked.
"Not as much as Sirius or Remus, but yes. Yes, I know about Sirius and his innocence. I'm sorry I haven't said anything; I just didn't the first words out of my mouth to you to be 'I knew your parents'. And, you all know Severus; we didn't make a big announcement when we were married so not many people know. It's not a big secret or anything; he just likes his privacy' as he puts it."
Harry, despite the fact the he really didn't want to, understood. He could also appreciate the irony; his favorite teacher and least favorite teacher were married. Ron on the other had looked as though he didn't know her.
"Ron, are you okay?" she asked him.
Shaking himself out of whatever stupor he was in he asked, "But your last name isn't Snape."
"Oh, it is. I just go by Kirby, my maiden name, here. It would be too confusing to have two Professor Snapes," she explained.
After a few cookies she made appear, she walked the three to the door. Before they left, however, she hugged Ron and Harry, "Thank you for defending me."
They both blushed and nodded as they left.
The next few months flew by. Halloween came and went. Soon, Christmas was in the air. The Yule Ball was announced. Students were in a flurry, talking about it. Each house was gathered and taught how to dance.
Samaria smiled as she walked with Severus in the dungeons.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered.
"No it's not. It's wonderful. It's going to be fun!"
He grunted and continued to a large classroom with nothing but Slytherins and a phonograph. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who stood in the back, had healed but it was a lengthy process. Aside from the 50 points each taken, they had to let their wounds heal naturally (other than Malfoys crushed nose, it had to be regrown, all the cartilage was shattered) only using a potion that stung to fight infection.
"Regrettably, the Yule Ball is in fact a ball and requires dance. I have asked Professor Kirby to assist me in teaching you the traditional dance," Snape said.
With a flick of his wand the music started and he held out his hand for her. She took it and they began to dance. After a few snickers from the students (that were quickly silenced by Snape's glare) Samaria finally stopped him.
"Maybe we should let the students try now," she suggested.
"Very well. Pair up."
"Mr. Malfoy," Ms. Kirby said and Malfoy looked up, startled. "Would you come here please?"
Very reluctantly Malfoy made his way to the front as the rest of the Slytherins paired up.
"You will be my partner for this go around," she said with a smile.
Looking at her suspiciously, he took her hand as the music began. Snape stood in the back against the wall, observing.
After a few turns around the room Malfoy became confident that she wasn't going to get him back for what he said and relaxed, and tested his luck.
"So, there are rumors about you and Professor Snape going around," he said.
"Really? What kind of rumors?"
"That you two are shagging because of the way he acted when Potter and I fought over you."
She quirked a brow at him and chuckled, "I wonder who started something like that?"
Malfoy glanced away for a moment, than asked, "Well, are you?"
"As a matter of fact, I am."
Malfoy missed the next step in the dance, causing her to trip on him and fall in the floor. With a quick look at Snape, who didn't notice, he helped her up and continued the dance.
"What," he hissed.
Ms. Kirby, slightly limping now, asked, "Well, what else should I do with my husband?"
Though boy's mouth dropped, he didn't however miss a step in the dance. Laughing at his expression she said, "Close your mouth before you swallow a bee."
Quickly recovering his composure, Malfoy asked, "Why?"
"What do you mean, 'why'? I love him."
"But, but you hot! You could have anyone you wanted!" he exclaimed.
"I have who I wanted," she replied.
Just then the music stopped and they were dismissed. Samaria walked up to Snape and stood, waiting for the complaints she knew were to come. And they did.
"This is a waste of time. I don't see why they made us do this unnecessary work," he growled.
"Oh, it wasn't that bad, surely? You really hate dancing with me so?" she teased.
He glared at her, "You know perfectly what I mean. If we must have a ball it should be up to the student to learn the dance, not the teachers."
"Humph. It didn't kill you. And besides, I had an interesting conversation with Draco."
She looked up at him (she only came to his shoulder), "There's a rumor going around that we're, um… what was the word he used? Um… shagging. That we were shagging."
Severus was just taking a drink of water and when he heard what she said spit it back into the glass and started coughing.
"You heard me," she snickered at the look on his face.
"What did you tell him?"
Severus ran his hand over his face.
"I told him we were married. You have a problem with that?" Samaria crossed her arms.
He sighed, "No. Of course not."
"Good," she smiled and took his arm to lead him out of the room and he rolled his eyes.
Please review and let me know what you think. I'm fixing some problem areas in the story that I noticed while I was reading over it. Mostly grammatical errors and such. I would love to find a beta and if you would be interested pleeeease PM me. I need one desperately.