Some Sense in You
"Hermione Granger," Snape drawled. "What a surprise it is to see you here, in my office." There was an undertone in his words. Why was she there?, it asked. What did she want?
"Professor Snape," she said quietly. "Hello."
"What is it you're here for?"
Hermione gave him a shaky smile but pushed on. "I was hoping to see you actually."
"Yes? You have my undivided attention."
"I just wanted to say that the last potions class was very inspiring and that I really enjoyed it."
Snape raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched upward in an almost but not quite smile. "Is that so?"
"Yes, it is," Hermione confirmed.
"Thank you, Granger. I do believe you have some sense in you, after all." He uncrossed his arms.
She wet her lips with her tongue. "In any case, sir, I was wondering if there are any books you would recommend on the subject, for some extra reading."
"I would have thought you would be more interested in socialising in your free time."
"I'm not really the socialising type," she confessed.
Snape smiled. "Maybe you should be." He stared at her for a minute.
"Professor? The books?"
"One moment," Snape said. He left her standing by the door. From there she could hear him move about. There were some heavy thunks and clicks of cabinets, and then the padding of his footsteps as he returned.
"These are from my private collection," he said, handing her three leather-bound books. "I expect them in the same condition when you return them."
Hermione looked from the books in her hands back up to Snape. "Thank you, sir. I'll be very careful with them." She smiled, and this time it wasn't a nervous smile. It was warm and grateful.
Snape merely nodded. "Off you go then, Granger." He watched her as she hurried out, that same soft, not-quite-there smile on his face.