Ok I didn't think that these two people would look good together but then again I didn't think I could look at him like "WOW! Dang he's hot!" Go ahead say "EW" and what not but I don't know why but that professor is cute. I mean I could put her with the Slytherin but that's just been done too many times. But then again so has this pairing. Oh well. I wish I could be her. flutters eyes Goddess I'm a dork. Have you guessed yet who 'she' is? Come on take a guess! Most likely you say the pairing or something and that's CHEATING! Detention!

Don't own any of the charecters, but can't wait for the next book!

Final Test:

Confessions of Love

Professor Severus Snape walked the corridor leading to his dungon class room. He wanted to make sure that all was in order for his first class of the new school year. His summer was spent at Hogwarts. Now that Lord Voldermort had been killed and the reched Potter boy was no longer in 'great danger' he could relax and spend time doing what he loved, creating new potions. Dumbledore had gone away for the summer and even Hagrid was off some where, so the castle was all his. It was wonderful. But like all good things it came to an end. The start of tearm was now upon him and the school had begun and another feast was upon them.

Severus looked once more over the room. Yes, it was just as dark and depressing as ever. But that was how he like his class room. The art of potions needed to be mixed without distractions and if the sun was shining in the room and birds could be heard then his students wouldn't pay attention to what they needed to do. And he couldn't have that. Feeling his room was in order he made his way up to the Great Hall for the sorting and welcoming feast.

He entered the hall as he always did, as quietly as possible. Not that he didn't want to be heard or seen but to add the affect that he was mysterious. He took his seat next to Professor Trelawney and prayed that she wouldn't start telling him how he was doomed and all was lost to save him. He dreaded the fact that Dumbledore had re-hired her after that dreadful Umbridge woman had 'sacked' her not two years ago. Severus scanned the Great Hall. His eyes longing to fall on one particular student. He hadn't known when his idea of her changed but he knew that all this past summer was think of that one girl.

Students began to file into the Great Hall. Among them were three friends talking endlessly about their summer and how they were looking forward to their last year at Hogwarts. One stood much taller then the other two. He had bright red hair and finally his face had cleared of his freckels. Next to him was another boy. He was about a four or five inches shorter then the red head. He had dark messy hair and wore black rimmed glasses. Just barely could you see the scar on his forehead underneath his bangs. Laughing along with the boys was a girl. Her hair was now straigh and a deep rich brown. Her chocolate-brown eyes twinkled as she laughed at her friends.

She looked around the room. The castle hadn't changed over the summer, not that she had expected it to. She followed her friends to their house table and sat with them. It had been three months since she had seen them. She had spent her summer traveling Africa with her muggle parents. There was a school there that she had been intrested in attending. Her eyes scanned the room.

Serveus' eyes continued it's plea for the girl that entered his dreams every night. Where was she? He watched the students file into the hall, making sure he didn't miss her. His eyes finally fell on her. She was laughing. She looked different from the last time he had seen her. Her hair was no longer curly and it's color had darkend. She lost her girlish body and now looked like a woman. Granted her robs covered most of her, he could see her curves. 'The summer was nice to her.' he thought to himself.

He watched her, never taking his eyes from her. Soon she was sitting at her house table. 'Gryffindor, why couldn't she have been in my house?' he asked himself. She was looking around. He saw a smile cross her sweet lips. Suddenly her eyes fell on him. For and instant their eyes held each other. If it wasn't for the sudden silence in the hall they most likely would have continued to stare into each other's eyes.

Professor McGonagall entered the hall with the new first years. The Sorting Hat sang it's new song about peace that finally came. Professor Dumbledore gave his welcoming speach and warnings of the forest and its dangers. Finally he sat down and the food appeard. It had to be the longest dinner Serveus had ever attened. His eyes never left the girls back. He wanted to remember everything about her that moment. As he stared at her he noticed the dark haired boy-who-lived clinging to her.

'Oh how I wish I was him.' he thought to him self. He silently slapped him self for even thinking about being that stupid boy. He didn't deserve a girl like her. Thanks to him she almost died during the final battle last year. She ran to his aid when Voldemort had him cornored. She had thrown herself infront of a curse that was ment for that reched boy. That was the day Voldemort met his final end. Alas Hermione, his Hermione, was in St. Mango's for almost three weeks. 'Not once did Potter visit her.'

"Serveus? Something troubling you?" came a voice bringing Serveus back from his thoughts.

"No, Albus. I'm just thinking." He noticed that acursed twinkle in the headmaster's eyes.

"I see. It seems Miss Granger has gotten lovelier over the summer. It is good to see that there was no permanent damage done."

"Indeed." sneered Serveus. His eyes left the headmaster and once again fell on the beauty before him.

Hermione had felt someone watching her the entire time during the feast. She knew that she had been watched upon entering the hall and stayed on her until she left the Gryffindor table. Her long time friend, Ronald Weasley had once again, for the fourth year in a row, asked her out. She loved the boy but she just couldn't bring herself to say 'yes.' She loved him, yes, but she wasn't 'in' love with him. Herry had also become attracted to her but she knew he had his heart on another. She excused herself from their house table and went to leave the hall.

She left the hall and walked into someone.

"Excuse me." she said quickly.

"No worried, dear." said the deep, soothing voice of the headmaster. "You were just the person I hoped to run into."

"It seems I'm the one who did the 'running into', Professor."

"Indeed. Miss Granger I had hoped to speak with you about furthering your education. Care to walk with me?" he gestured his arm for her to take it, to which she laced her arm around. This professor had become like a grandfather to her.

"What is it you wanted to speak with me about, Professor?" she asked, walking out on to the grounds.

"Well, Miss Granger." he paused and looked out at the grounds. "As you are well awear that we are once again in dire need of a new Defence of the Dark Arts professor and alas I can't seem to find a willing soul to fill the position." Hermione looked confused.

"I'm sure if you offered it to Professor Snape he would be more then happy to fill it."

"Ah, yes. Well Serveus has willingly offered to take it but I do fear that the temptation of being around the dark arts may be too much for our dear professor to handle." smiled Dumbledore.

"What about..." Hermione was about to mention her favorite DADA professor, Remus Lupid, but she remembered that he had been killed during the final batter with Voldemort. She cringed at the thought of how many people had died. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her side from the attack that had hit her not even a year ago. Dumbledore saw her face and offered her a seat.

"Are you alright, dear?" he asked. Hermione held her side.

"I'll be fine, Professor. It only hurts once and awhile now." she gave a faint smile. He relized that the attack on her had left permanent damage. Her, although looking, healthy body was now always in pain and all that could be done to sooth it was for her to take a pain potion every few hours. "You know, it seems you may be right at about the DADA positon. The odds of finding someone to take it up are very slim. And to think that classes will be starting in only two days."

"Yes." he sighed. "I have a proposal for you."

"Why, Professor I didn't know you care for me like that." she joked. This caused both to laugh.

"Although you would be a fine catch, Miss Granger. That is not what I had in mind." he chuckled.

"Of course." she giggled.

"How would you feel to spened you final year at Hogwarts as a teacher?" This took Hermione by complete surprise. Her a teacher?

"Professor...I..."

"It is painfully obvious that you have already taken the classes you are taking this year last year. Also you have already taken you N.E.W.T.'s. And might I add had the best scores ever at Hogwarts." Hermione blushed. "It is because of this propsal that I did not make you Head Girl. Actually there hasn't been one selected yet, just in case you decline my offer."

"I...I don't know what to say..."

"Why don't we let you think over the weekend. Give you a chance to decided what you want. I had planned on offering you a job here once you graduated at the end of the year anyways. If anyone was more qualified for DADA it would be you, or Harry...but do we really want him teaching young minds?" once again they two of them began to laugh.

"I will think about it, Professor." she agreed.

"Please let me know of your decision by Sunday night, so as I can come up with something if you decline for Monday." Hermione nodded. Dumbledore helped her stand and they walked back to the castle.

Nither of them noticed a cloaked figure lurking in the shadows.

"Please, say yes." said the figure in a low voice.

A/N: Please read and review! I've never posted here so I don't know what people will think, plus this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter FanFic.