This is not HermionexSnape romance, it's a bond. Two-shot. Have fun reading! Thanks to Ignoramus-Complex for the suggestions.

Hermione's POV

24/12

It is one day before Christmas, and just like last year I'm stuck at school again for the Christmas Holidays because my parents decided to go on holiday…without me.

The events of Christmas Eve last year are burnt into my mind, it's hard for me to forget those words he spoke.

"Harry!" Oliver called, as he ran down the aisle in the Great Hall, panting heavily. A few heads from each table looked around. Harry turned and faced Oliver in acknowledgment, giving him a confused look. "Slytherins…Quidditch match…now!"

"Wh-" Harry choked on his food. "What?"

"Malfoy has been sucking up to Snape again, and the game is today!"

"The Quidditch season is over. Don't tell me this is your catch-up game from the one you missed?" I inquired but was bluntly ignored.

"But, we haven't got any of our team. They've all gone home for Christmas," Harry explained to Oliver.

"I know," Oliver scowled. "Which is why Malfoy has let us choose some people to play on our team to make it up, he says we have an hour. And we can't let them win, Harry, we have to try."

"It's not in school time, so who cares if your team is or isn't here, it doesn't go toward anythhing," I tell them knowingly.

"But it's the principle Hermione!" Harry frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, cursing under his breath. "OK," Harry started standing up. "Ron, Hermione, Ginny," he addressed us in a serious tone. "Today is your lucky day."

Ron shook his head before Harry could continue. "No way, mate, I am not going out there to look like a fool."

"Please, Ron," Harry pleaded.

"Oh come on Ronald, do you think I'm any better?" I asked.

Ron laughed. "I guess not."

I shot him a dirty look and Ron winced.

"OK, it's settled then. Let's go!"

"Wait, I haven't finished eating," Ron whined with a mouth full of food.

I grabbed his ear and dragged him out of the Great Hall through the massive, wooden doors, with the others in tow.

We quickly got changed and grabbed some broomsticks and as we we ran outside I gasped. "It's snowing!"

"I'm going to kill Malfoy!" Oliver shouted.

As pure coincidence, a dry voice was heard behind us. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, it's snowing, so we can't have our match," Draco shrugged nonchalantly and laughed.

Harry lunged forward but was held back by Ron and Oliver.

"Poor, Potter. Still here at Christmas I see. Haven't got a family to go home to."

"Shut up Malfoy."

Draco laughed again. "If only had Potter had a proper family, not those stupid Muggles. But, your parents had to go and get-" Draco was instantly shushed when I held the tip of my wand at his throat ready to jinx him or curse him, I had had enough of his smart antics. He whimpered like a hurt werewolf.

"And what's going on here, Miss Granger?" A haunting voice asked as I was contemplating on which spell I should use.

Without looking at the speaker, I lowered my wand.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man look at Draco to see him whimpering. He sneered, "Get out of here." He instantly obeyed and scampered off, making sure he shot us a smirk before running out of ear-shot.

"I think a weeks worth of detention will do nicely for you Miss Granger."

I now looked at him directly. "But sir, it's Christmas."

"But sir, it's Christmas," he mocked. "See you in detention at six pm. Don't be late."

He left with his black robes billowing behind him.

I fumed.

We headed back for the warmth of our common room where I spoke the password and lazily pushed the portrait of the Fat Lady to the side.

"I can't believe Snape put me on detention!"

"I can't believe she's still going on about it," Ron muttered to Harry who snickered.

I turned toward them violently. "You think this is funny?"

They remained silent.

"Listen, Hermione, Snape can't give you a detention. School's over. We might be still in their grounds, and have to abide by their rules but…oh right, their rules," Ginny sighed.

I perked up. "No, Ginny, you're right. We still have to abide by their rules but not in class rules. They can't give us detention when classes aren't operating. So I'm not going," I explained, finality in my tone.

They all gasped. "You're not going to a detention?"

I sat down on the largest chair, attempting to warm myself up. "Yep, you heard me right," I stated pointedly. I crossed my arms and returned to doing what I was doing before...whatever that was. It was Christmas after all, I wasn't going to spend my night in the dungeons with Snape.