Disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own anything pertaining to the Harry Potter universe. :(

Author's Note: I realize that this is going to be a little AU. The gang is in their seventh year and Ron is in Advanced Potions. There is also some slight OOC. This is rated M for the next chapter, this is just introductory. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Teasing

Long, elegant fingers curled around the arm of the chair so hard that the knuckles turned white. His right hand continued to scribble in red ink, but no words appeared on the parchment, as he was much too distracted by a certain Gryffindor, her bushy hair bouncing as she excitedly mixed her Calming Drought. He was tempted to call her out for being too damn hyper, but wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to him. Yes, he noticed the way she would flip her hair and then smirk at him, he occasionally saw a wink. He didn't know what she was on about, he just thought she wanted to be irritating, but was having quite the opposite effect.


Dinner in the Great Hall was unbearable for him. She had taken a new liking to the Weasley boy, throwing herself at him every chance she got. He had no idea what she saw in him. He was rather dull, dim, and very immature. All the boy cared about was Quidditch. Even more infuriating was that he couldn't do anything about it. He grimaced as she fed him from her own fork. He quickly looked back down at his own plate, aware that she was watching him, again. Straining to ignore her, he wolfed down the rest of his food and hurried to his rooms, allowing his robes to billow out behind him.


Hermione sighed as she watched him disappear from the hall. "I just don't get it," she whined to Harry and Ron. The latter rolled his eyes and went back to his food, grateful that she had stopped feeding him.

Harry snickered and put his arm around her. "Maybe you should try someone else." He grinned. "I bet Ginny would be up for it."

Ron snorted into his pudding. "You can't be serious, Harry."

Hermione grinned. "He's right, you know. She doesn't have Potions with me."

Harry grumbled and started to pull his arm off of her, surprised when she sidled closer to him. She batted her eyelashes. "You, on the other hand…"

Harry's eyes went wide and Ron guffawed. "Oh, man! That'd be awesome, mate! Can you imagine the look on the old bat's face?"

Hermione giggled, then quickly sobered. "He'll only react if he feels the same way though…" She trailed off uncertainly, causing Harry to pull her closer.

"He'd be stupid not to." A smile appeared on his lips. "I'm sure it'll work this time. How could it not?"

Hermione grinned and pushed him off. "Yeah, well, don't over do it." Noticing the glint in his eyes, she smirked. "What are you planning, Potter?"


Severus slid out of bed the next morning, not looking forward to his Advanced Potions class that day. He just knew she would find some new way to torture him. He groaned and pulled on his robes for the day, seriously considering calling in a sick day. The Dark Lord he could handle, a teenage girl? Not so much. He shook himself mentally, and physically, then headed for the classroom.

The door to the Potions' classroom slammed open, startling the assembled students. Severus gathered some comfort in his ability to make them jump after seven years in his class. His smirk faded quickly into a sneer when he noticed Miss Granger straddling Mr. Potter.

Severus glared at the brunette. "Miss Granger," he drawled in a dangerously low voice. "If you would remove yourself from Mr. Potter's lap, I am ready to begin class." Hermione blushed a deep red and slid off of Harry's lap. "You will also see me after class. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry smirked as Hermione clambered back to her seat. Once she was settled, she winked back at him, further infuriating Snape.

As soon as class ended everyone hurried out of the room, not wanting to be caught by Snape trying to linger. Hermione slowly packed her bag after giving Harry and Ron long, meaningful hugs.

Snape sneered at the boys as they scurried past him, then slammed the door, turning slowly to face Hermione.