"New Developments"

Author: RedboneShawty07

Genre: Hermoine/Snape, lemon, Rated-R

Summary: Takes place in 6th. Since summer, Hermione has been dealing with two big "new developments" on her hands—which Snape would love to have in his! Bad Summary, good fic.

WARNING: Slash IS IN HERE, meaning two guys together, so DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

DISCLAIMER: Pick the nearest copy of Harry Potter. In script, there is a name on the cover and it's......NOT MINE, so own nothing but the plot.()

A/N: Alright, ALRIGHT, I'll do it. I'll post all of Chapter one. If you insist. In case you haven't guessed, there was HELLA more to Chapters one two and three but for some reason in the Default Chapter 1, it all didn't show up. So here is the beginning of the revised version.

Chapter 1

Hermione's POV:

Running as fast as her new, starched school robes would allow, Hermione headed down to the dungeons to her potions class. Out of breath, she arrived there seconds after Professor Snape called the class to order.

"Late again, Miss Granger? Tsk-tsk. 10 points from Gryffindor," Snape sneered, all too happy to begin docking Gryffindor points early. A collective groan could be heard amidst the Slytherin's snickers. Hermione sighed, took her seat. As she arrived late, there was no one else to be partnered with but Neville Longbottom, the most clumsy, self conscience student at Hogwarts. Normally, Hermione wouldn't have minded helping Neville, as Potions class in particular proves to be the most disastrous---and embarrassing---but not today. Today, they were doing a most difficult potion and she would rather have had a more competent partner.

"No, Neville, that's three parts Flobberworm mucus, two parts Wiggentree bark, and ½ cup dittany," said Hermione and Neville timidly pulled his handful away from the cauldron.

Snape was sweeping up and down the isles, grading the students on their progress---or rather insulting and deducting points from Gryffindor and adding to his own House points. As he swept by, Hermione's papers fell from her desk to the dungeon floor. As she bent to collect them, an explosion erupted behind her, which sent her flying into the wall

When the smoke cleared, all that she could see was that she, Neville, and nearby students covered in the dust and soot that was her grade and the look on the surly Potions master's face.

"Detention," Professor Snape said stiffly," for Miss Granger, for allowing that fool Longbottom to ruin the potion---and my robes."

FLASHBACK to THIS MORNING

With her face glowing luminously from the light of the substance in the cauldron, Hermione sat in the darkened room. This particular room in castle has been doing her a great service as has come to the Room of Requirement often since the beginning of the school year.

Many times this room has served for a place of comfort as she could scarcely find them outside of these walls. All because of them. Her new developments. They'd caused that little, ahem...incident with Ron in his mother home at the Burrow. They had caused all the 6th year girls in her House, and perhaps the whole school for that matter, to glare at her, or rather them, out of the corner of their eyes. Sometimes she'd catch Lavender glaring so hard, as if trying to make them drop suddenly off of Hermione so that hers would suddenly grow. To no avail, of course.

The snide comments, "Who does that little Mudblood think she is?" and "I bet she used this Muggle operation for them. Ur, what do they call it? Breast plants?"

"What? Muggles have to use plants to grow them?snicker How stupid."

"No, that's Breast Implants."

"Well, whatever they are, I bet she's got them. You know how Muggles are," and so forth. And the boys' reaction was no better than Ron's. In fact the only ones who didn't bother her about it were Harry and surprisingly, Draco Malfoy.

Harry's calmness was often comforting even as it confused her but Draco Malfoy, who hadn't made any comment to her all year, had made her feel uneasily because he all but ignored her and for the most part, her friends. He'd been different some how since the last part of 5th year. Sometimes in class he'd just look on as his friends teased the Gryffindors, almost in daze. Or sometimes, his gaze would rest intensely on her, piercing through her eyes, not at her chest, his expression was unreadable...

A sudden snap from the fire beneath her cauldron brought her attention back to the task at hand. She turned back to the spell book she'd taken from the Restricted section, How to be Rid of Annoying and Disproportionate Body Parts and Appendages, by Concisa Explanca.

The moving picture of the smiling Latin witch had been spelled to show how well her spell had worked for her with the growing and shortening of her long, thick raven-coloured hair, and the shrinking and then swelling again of her mammary glands...

End of FLASHBACK

Hermione sat in the classroom, watching her classmates empty out, the Gryffindors with sympathetic frowns to compete with the smirks of the Slytherins. As the last student, no surprise, Neville Longbottom, stumbled out, she rose from her desk. She studied her shoes as she made her way to the front desk which was harboring an angry Potions Master.

She finally mustered up her courage that Gryffindors were known for, and lifted her brown eyes to meet his ink black eyes. Only he wasn't looking at hers, not quite.

"Miss Granger, I'm guessing you don't need help figuring out how you'll spend your detention. But in case you're not as smart as they say you are, here's a clue: bring cloths you lament having ruined."

With that, he turned on his heel, went into his private chambers and slammed the door. Standing there, with her faced flushed from anger, staring at the door the man had left through. After awhile, she got an idea.

She moved toward the ingredients' cabinets she started to look through them. Some of them she'd seen before on the shelves labeled "allowed for class" and some she'd read about. But the ingredients she was looking for would be found on any of these shelves. She stood on a nearby crate and on the last two, the highest shelves; she began to search for one substance. A very rare substance.

She searched through the last two shelves and although finding many interesting and rare potions and such, she'd found nothing she wanted. Until she saw the bottle in the back. She stared at it, studying it the color, the tint, all matched the potion she'd seen in her spell book...

A jarring jangle and then a click interrupted the silence and frightened, Hermione careened to the floor and rolling away from the cabinets, standing up just in time for the door to Snape's study to open and the Potions Master stepped out. He eyes squinted at her in confusion, and then smoothly changed to usual sneer.

"In case you haven't figured it out, when I turn and leave, the student-teacher conference is over. Get out."

A/N: Whew, man.That was tough. I gave out that info I could have the first time around. I hope you like the revised version. I yielded to all of your demands but the 2nd Chapter will still be in Snape's point of view and yes, he still be shaggin' Draco, DEAL WIT IT!

Please REVIEW if you cannot agree.