A/N: This is pre-Harry.

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People in this world are kinda stupid. We all do really stupid things. But I guess that's just a part of life. You know, if I didn't do anything stupid, then nothing good would ever happen. Lots of stupid mistakes lead to very happy things. I actually figured this out firsthand. It was a really odd scenario to tell you the truth. I must not have been thinking clearly. High off life, or something. But it lead to the best thing that ever happened to me...

I was in my final year at Hogwarts. A new teacher finally took over the position of Potions Master. The old hag that used to teach it was boring everyone to tears. I think everyone cheered when she retired. Well, it's not that she was mean or anything, but she was duller than watching paint dry... WITHOUT using magic.

Anyway, not only was this person our new potions master, but they were our new head of house, so it was vital that this person was someone good. Especially since this was our last year. Anyway, that person turned out to be Professor Severus Snape. He was pretty young. I told all my friends I thought he was sexy, as a joke, you know? But they took it literally.

Oh my god Megrah, I bet you could yourself in his room before Christmas break, said my friend Victoria.

At first I declined the offer. I was just kidding. I mean, who would want to do anything with that greaseball? I hadn't even had any of his classes. I didn't know what kind of personality he had. I may be a little stupid, and sluttish, but I'm not a complete whore. Well, for the most part. I chase after people endlessly, but mostly older guys. Like, old brothers of some of my friends. I honestly had no idea what real love was, only the feeling of making out on the floor, smeared lipgloss, sweat and perfectly curled hair all blending. No emotion, nothing. I guess that's one thing I hate about myself, but I just can't stop falling for the wrong guys for the wrong reasons. At least I've only had sex once, and that was when I was fifteen. Not once again since. The guy was too emotionally involved. I couldn't bare with the feeling of letting him down. I had no intention of staying with him. I've heard that it's always the girls that get emotionally attached after sex, but I guess I'm an exception. I'm always an exception.

Anyway, after I said no, I would not take up the dare, Victoria told me something that changed the whole goal of the situation. She said it would make a name for myself. I wouldn't be known as a random bitch to half the guys in Slytherin. I would be remembered as the bitch of a professor. Not exactly a flattering title, but a title nonetheless. I mean, think about it. I have a chance to be remembered (Plus, it was a challenge. Come on, I couldn't resist).

Three hours later, I was in Professor Snape's classroom for the first time. AND I actually took notes. They consisted of the following:

-His hair annoys me.

-I wonder if he's good in bed.

-Is sex part of the deal?

-I think I just need to snog him senseless.

-His huge nose is a major turn-on.

-His hair is greasy. It's quite annoying.

-His voice is very sexy.

-I don't think he likes to teach.

-He wears a lot of black.

-He looks like a vampire in the dark.

-I VANT TO SUCK HIS BLOOD! Teh heh.

-His hair SERIOUSLY annoys me.

-I wonder if he...

But I didn't get to finish the notes. I think he noticed I wasn't exactly paying attention. Which surprised me. It was his first day, and he was very forward with his warning of detention. I think he said something like Write one more word, Miss Harper and you'll find yourself in detention for a very long time and then went back to his lecture. I dropped my pencil, and faced him immediately, a slight smirk on my face every time he said something that I assumed was supposed to be serious.

As soon as the lecture was done, he dismissed us to our cauldrons. As soon as everyone was situated, he strided over to where I was setting up my cauldron. He bent down to my face so close, I could hear him breathe.

I don't want to start out the year on the wrong foot with anyone in my own house, Miss Harper. I don't believe that you take me seriously. I assure you, I can make this class your nightmare if you don't keep your attention on me and your attitude away. You'll live in detention if I have anything to do with it.You know, I said back to him. There are these little things called house points' and you take them away whenever someone is badly behaved. Or are you not going to take away points from your own house?Miss Harper...That's it, isn't it? That's wrong. You can't favor your own house like that! he hissed. All week. Detention after dinner, in here, all week. How dare you show me such insolence!

I just shook my head. How dare I.

I remember he was literally shaking with rage when he walked away. It was sort of funny. But by then I knew I had my work cut out for me.

A/N: Sorry that chapter was quite short. The next one will be much more extensive. Promise.