A/N: As I sit here, waiting for Morpheus to download my new songs (gothic rock rules) I've decided to write a little fic while I wait…So, if this seems at ALL demented, it's because I'm bored, and have no idea WHAT I am doing!

So, I do not own Harry Potter, or His fellow friends, and collogues, but the great J.K. Rowling does have that privilege. Flame if you like, because I am not THINKING as I write this…I am simply writing…I don't care about plot lines, correct usage of nouns, and lay out and that CRAP they give you in English class…this is natural…yes I do, do this when I write..



Chapter One.

Severus Snape sat in his office, utterly bored, listening to students, and Peeves race along the corridors.

They should be in BED! Sleeping! Or something! He cursed their laughter. They should all be punished! Detention for a week! House points taken away! He shivered as the sound of a suit of armor rang down the steps.

…Erm…REJECT.

(Yes, I do, do that)

Chapter One.

Remus Lupin (oh, must we)

Chapter One.

Harry Potter sat in the Great Hall one morning, looking not so happily at his oatmeal, and toast. Beside him, Ron Weasley was elbowing him in the side.

"Harry! Harry look at the girl at the Slytherin table!" Ron's voice was getting annoying.

"What now?" Harry looked up, as his spoonful of oatmeal plopped back into the bowl, "Whoa…"

"Whoa is right!" Ron sighed, leaning on one elbow, "She's beautiful!"

"Who is she?" Harry half turned, one eye on Ron, the other on the pretty new Slytherin girl.

"I don't know…want me to find out?"

"Oh dear." Hermione Granger sighed, looking at the two boys, "She's been here a week! She's in our potions class! You've just noticed her NOW?!"

"SCORE!" Ron and Harry high fived each other.

"You two are so pathetic!" Hermione shook her head, "Her name is Lara, and she's a SLYTHERIN, YOU FOOLS!" Everyone at the table, and in the room turned to look at her, and she shrunk down in her chair, and whispered, "She's also Snape's neice."

"HOLY HOGWARTS!" The two boys yelled.

"Holy Hogwarts?" Dumbledore heard him, "I think that's a bit extreme Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley."

Harry waved him away, and whispered to Hermione, "She's related to Snape?!"

"Yes, she's related to Snape." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes I have a problem with that! I'd bloody well like to Snog with her, but I can't if she's got a bloody uncle him breathing down our necks!"

"I don't think you'll be snogging with her anytime soon." Hermione glared at him.

"Why not?" Ron asked.

"She's got a boyfriend…At Durmstrang. You make one move at her, he will hunt you down, and kill you like…THAT!" She slammed her fist down on the table, and the two boys jumped back.

"Good Gryffindor!" Harry sighed.

"Your such a Hufflepuff, no offence to the Hufflepuffs, Hermione." Ron sighed as well.

Hermione shifted in her seat, and tossed her hair over her shoulder, "We'll see. Time will tell."

As the day dragged on, Ron and Harry realized they had more classes then just Potions with the lovely Lara Snape, but also D.A.D.A (taught by none other then Fleur), Divination, and Care of Magical Creatures! They should have known better.

Lara teasingly, having heard their conversation earlier that morning, hung close to them all morning, flirting with them, when Draco wasn't watching, and hitting them lightly, laughing with them. Harry and Ron whispered "Score" to each other every now and then.

Later, at dinner, as the Great Hall had begun to clear, Snape sat down next to his beloved niece (he-he-he-he) and put a thin arm around her shoulder.

"I hear you've been making friends with Potter, Lara." He did not look kindly down at her.

She looked up at him with blank, doe eyes, "What Uncle Severus?"

"You know what I'm talking about…flirting with him in MY class…do you think me blind?"

"No, Uncle." She looked down at her hands, "I suppose your not."

"No, I'm not." His voice softened, as he leaned down whispering in her ear, "If you want my real opinion, I'd go for the Weasley…Potter's a great pain…but Weasley is at least a little less annoying."

Lara looked up at him, "Thanks Uncle Severus."

He gave her a slight smile, "Your welcome."

Across, at the next table, Harry and Ron where telling Hermione about the great day they'd had.

"And then she touched my shoulder! I mean can you BELIEVE that?!" Ron was hysterical, "I will NEVER wash this robe, EVER again!" he was ecstatic as well.

"Ron, don't you-"

"And then!" Harry butted in, "She touched not my clothes, by my FACE! Can you believe that?! She ran her fingers across my face!"

"Oh, I am so jealous!" Ron shook his head, "That is so cruel!"

"Boys! Boys!" Hermione stopped them before they could say anything else.

"Yes, Hermione?" They looked at her, with wide eyes.

"Stop this!" She sighed, "Your driving me insane!"

"But she TOUCHED us! Isn't that great?!" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed, pushing her plate away, "I'm going to the library if you don't mind…"

Harry and Ron followed her with their eyes, as she got up from the table, and walked away, whipping tears from her eyes.



Chapter Two

Hermione sat in the back corner of the Restricted Section, the librarian having trusted her enough to let her back there without a pass, as long as she okayed the book with her before she checked it out.

She sighed, the book in front of her, one filled with old Vampire Chronicles, or something like that. It was a bit odd to be exact.

She didn't react as someone slid past a shelf behind her, and there was s slight poof sound, as someone sat next to her.

"Miss Granger." She looked to into the eyes of her Potions Master (he-he- he).

"Pro-Professor Snape?" She rubbed her earlobe, nervous, "Wha-what brings you to the…ah…library?"

"You, Miss Granger." He folded his hands on the table, and stared at her intently.

As Hermione's eye's widened, she noted how cute he was (get my whole he-he- he thing now?), and how blue his eyes where, and not as black as she'd once thought. His skin was pale, yes, but he was cute none the less. Even hot perhaps, without two t's…well maybe with two t's.

"Me, Pro-Professor?" She blinked rapidly at him, for a moment, before tilting her head to once side.

"Yes, you, Miss Granger." He gave her a slight smile, like he'd give his niece earlier.

"Wh-what about me?"

"I'd like to talk to you." He looked down at his hands, "As I think you've noticed-"

"Your cute." She spoke suddenly, and then looked astonished, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! Um…I-I think I better go!"

She hurriedly stood, closing the book, leaving it on the table, as she raced away.

Snape raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, thinking, so she thinks I'm cute, huh?

He smiled broadly, picking up the book, glancing at the cover, before replacing it on one of the bookshelves, before going off in search of his Miss Granger.



Hermione took a deep breath, leaning against the back of the entrance to the girl's dormitory. She closed her eyes, before opening them, and falling down onto her bed.

"Stupid girl!" She cursed herself, "Telling Severus Snape he's cute! What were you thinking?!" She half tried to suffocate herself with her pillow.

"Hermione?" A voice came from behind her, "Are you trying to kill yourself?" She felt the pillow being yanked from her face, and she stared into the eyes of Parvati.

"No…" She sighed.

"What was that you where just saying?" She was being nosey, and knew it, "Something about Professor Snape?"

"Oh, nothing!" Hermione shook her head hurriedly, "Nothing at all!"

Parvati looked at her strangely, then shrugged, letting it drop.



Meanwhile, Lara Snape sat in her own dormitory, a muggle disc-man in her lap, Bee gee's Melody by NSYNC, Lance Bass's five second solo playing over and over, "How deep is your love? How deep is your love-How Deep is your love? How Deep is your-"

"Lara!" Millicent yanked the headphones off her head, "Shut up!"

Lara tilted her head, staring that the larger girl, "Back off, over weight Barbie!"

Millicent's eyes narrowed, "Oh don't mess with this, girl!" She motioned towards herself as she said 'this'.

"What? A lot of blubber?" Lara tested her, standing, setting her Disc-man aside.

"Girls! Girls!" One of the others stood between them, "Stop! Lara, please refrain from singing, and Millicent, don't fight."

Both of the girls shoved to the Peace Maker away, into one of the other bedposts, and then turned on each other…



"At least you came out on the best side?" Severus sat in his office, his niece holding a large bag of ice against her cheek, as she glared up at him, "Millicent is still in the hospital wing."

"Bite me." She whispered.

"Mm, I'll pass on that one." He looked down, "Are you going to be alright in here?" He motioned around his office, a small cot set up in one corner, the other girls having kicked her out of the dorm.

"Fine Uncle Severus." Lara sighed, looking away, "Perfectly Fine."