Hey Y'All. It's me again. As usual I own absolutely nothin. At all. Not even a penny. So no suing me. This fic was co-written by me and one of my besties Lady Jayne.Doe. Yes the same Lady Jayne that cowrites with one of my other besties Lord Trip. I love you guys both. We wrote this in my kitchen as I was making my family dinner as usual. I hope you like it. All my love, Tiffy aka dreamingofseverus. P.S. please give me nice reviews

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It was the last period of the last day of the last year of the Golden Trio. And of course it simply had to be Potions. (Otherwise it was a nice, fair day for Harry, Ron and Hermione and we couldn't have that) Now, it may have been the last class of their Hogwarts education and it may also have been an utter miracle that both Ron and Harry had made it to 7th Year Potions. This however, didn't stop Snape (sorry, Professor Snape) from being the bastard he was. He, in bringing the lesson to a complete circle, mirrored his actions of the first year of the Golden Trio. He gave the same lecture to the 7th Year Slytherins and Gryffindors that he gave to every 7th Year class on their last day as his students "You may now be adults, and you may now have passes this class, although some of you only just;" here, he looked pointedly at Ron, who had the decency to go as red as his hair. "After seven years I do hope that I have instilled some knowledge and a sense of responsibility into you dunderheads, especially when it involves Potions. Whatever it is you choose to do in your lives from this day on I expect to hear positive results of your endeavours on your respective futures."

He paused to contemplate his next words and Hermione, being the opportunist she was (in the best sense of the word) took this chance and stood up. He raised his eyebrow and peered at her with the unasked question of "What are you doing?" glittering in his eyes. She sashayed up the middle of the room to his desk. Hermione stared up at her shocked Potions Master defiantly. Her eyes sparkled in a manner befitting the great Albus Dumbledore himself. She flashed him a quick smile before beginning her own speech. "After seven years of being one of your pupils I have observed your behaviour and your mannerisms" she stated softly, the words dripping from her tongue in the same way as the man before her. "In doing so, I have come to believe that a man such as yourself, in such a respectable position above reproach is to be stunned to silence in one way. I also believe I have discovered this single, solitary way…." She halted, allowing him to think and reply.

"And in which way might that be Miss Granger?" His eyes flickered with curiousity as he looked down at her.

She steeled herself and lowered her hands to the hem of her blouse before pulling it over her face, which was as red as any Weasleys' hair. He now found her pert , green laced encased breast staring him in the face. The torch light from the dungeon walls reflected off the silver embroidery in the lace. Both of his eyebrows shot up as his coal black eyes then widened in shock.

"Detention Miss Granger. 7:30. Do not be late." he ground out.

She lowered her shirt and grinned up at him unabashedly.

Every other student stared at her as she resumed her seat at the back of the room with Harry and Ron. The whole room was silent. The bell rang through the stone walls but each student remained in their seats in a catatonic state of shock.

"Well….Class dismissed." Snape barked, snapping them out of their daze.

Everyone bolted for the door.