Writer's Note

This is my first story on Wattpad, second story on here! I hope you enjoy it- and oh, all characters and mentions of anything to do with the HP books belong to J.K Rowling, please don't steal my content xoxo

Severus's P.O.V

You would think that I would've learnt the first time. What, after Lily, how could I fall for someone else?

Please.

I won't go head over heels over a student.

Pfft, NO! It's her final year. After that she'll probably forget me.

Knowing Granger, she'll remember me. Tormenting her.

Just thinking about it makes my gut twist into several knots.

I hate her.

The: Miss-Know-It-All.

Or do I love her because of that? Because of her clever mind. That clever mind that wraps itself around information like a snake and tucks it in saf-

Woah. My Slytherin seems to be popping out of the blue. She's fucking Gryffindor.

So was Lil-

See.

I need to stop.

But she's beau-

No.

Breathta-

I. Said. NO.

Ding, Ding

Guess who's gonna be there, a little voice popped in my head.

Damn. Fucking. You.

Hermione P.O.V

Shit! Snape is going to kill me. I have about 20 minutes left to finish off this massive essay. Im spending my lunch on it.

Well, I was meant to spend the WHOLE of lunch on it, but when you're so absorbed in a book, you don't take in the world around you. It's a miracle that I even HAD 20 minutes left of lunch.

No joke, a 10,000 words essay. Now, I'm not usually doing homework last minute, but I can't exactly help it if he assigned it YESTERDAY in last period.

I swear he does this on purpose.

He aggravates me to the point where I want to pull my hair out of my head.

Not that I don't want to on a daily basis.

Damn my curly locks are hard to deal with.

That's why they are so- carry on with your essay- so, as I was- Hermione. Jean. Granger.

Ding, Ding

Fuck. Signals for us to go to our next period- Potions.

I'm so done for. I only have 6,000 words written down, I had 3,000 prior to this lunch, but that is more than what the other students did.

Even if I had written the full 10,000 words essay on Everlasting Elixirs, Professor Snape would've still been at my throat, taunting me. But I have learnt to keep a blank face and be unfazed by it, if I respond he'll get worse. Not that he doesn't day by day.

The walk to his class was a blur. I reached there in record time (with no intention to, keep that in mind.)

Clearing my throat, my eyes shut momentarily, I turned the door handle and- bumped into something solid.

Shit.