N/A: As always, the characters belong to JK Rowling, etc etc.

No one really talks about detention with Professor Snape. Most of the time people just say they wrote scrolls about potions and ingredients and left it at that, while others avoid the question all together.

I on the other hand, want to talk about my encounter with him. But everyone would think I'm a bit crazy for liking his form of punishment.

I really didn't know what to expect the first time he gave me a detention. The reason for making me come after class? Being too much of a loud mouth and know-it-all. Of course, I knew that he hated me, or so I thought, but making me come to detention on such basis would have Dumbledore question his authority all together. If he had beaten me up or sent me out to death eaters then I'd report him immediately, but this detention was much different, oh so much different.

It was second period potions and I had just come from divination. That wretched divination teacher doesn't know what she's talking about and I hate her with a passion. Potions was a walk in the park compared to that class.

As I sat down in between Ron and Harry, Snape eyed me and glared. I looked away and sat down, pulled out some parchment and my textbook and sat with my hands folded on the text book. It was only the first week of school and I wanted to look prepared and presentable. The rest of the class, all of the other fifth years, were throwing paper airplanes that were charmed and were giggling about the new wizards they had met. I was the only person not partaking in the mass confusion. But the mass confusion stopped asf Professor Snape picked up a very thick and dusty text book and slammed in on his desk at the front of the room. Some of the girls gasped as the chaos subdued and all eyes were on the controlling teacher.

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety four." Each word was said with perfect diction in his deep, throaty British bass voice, enough to make a girl go mad. I flipped my pages rigorously and found the page about mystical creatures and ingredients and such. It was an overview of potions for fifth years. I skimmed the page and soaked in every bit of information (although I knew most of it) so I could answer any questions directed to the class.

"Now class," Snape said surveying the class with glaring eyes. "I expect you to read up until page four hundred and twenty two and write four pages of parchment on what you have read, detailing every ingredient and mystical creature no matter how little was mentioned in the chapter. Do I make myself clear?"

I raised my hand in a fury, Harry and Ron both shaking their heads and sighing. Snape swooped over to me, his cape flowing behind him as he paced and slammed his hands in front of me on my desk.

"Yes Miss Granger."

"I was wondering if we could exceed that limit, there is so much in here to write about and I know all about it and-"

"Silence!" Snape said, putting my question to a halt. I leaped up a bit with his voice being raised, but slowly started to sink into my desk and he started raising his voice again but this time was directing it to the class.

"Now class, this is what you should not do. I do not like little know-it-alls especially in a first year class. Miss Granger, 10 points from Gryffindor and detention after supper in the great hall. Meet me here at eight o clock sharp for your detention."

The whole class ooo'ed and laughed at me, and at the time I felt completely embarrassed and humiliated. But little did I know this detention was not the usual type.