A/N: This is the intro to the story, there are three more like this to come. The story begins in the present tense in Chapter five. This is my first fanfiction story, and I looked for a beta but no one accepted me. So I apologize for any bad grammer. So if their's someone who wants to beta me, PLEASE message me! Thank you! :)

Third Year:

Hermione sat in suspense at her lab table with her head down, hereyes closed, her hands grasped the edge of her wooden stool, and her ears listened to the dieing voices of her fellow peers. She dared a glance up, and saw that her potions professor was missing from his desk which surprised her. She then glanced around the room, and got the same results. Professor Snape wasn't in the classroom.

She bit her lower lip, as she looked down to the toes of her black shoes. She hadn't meant to speak out as she had. However it wasn't her fault. That drat, Draco Malfoy, was going to put Warwick jucies into Neville's cauldron, and that would have resulted with Neville's cauldron exploding and being burned from the added juices. She had told Draco to leave Neville alone, snatching the vial from the blonde, and took it to Professor Snape. That was her first mistake.

"Miss. Granger? Why do you have my Warwick?" he asked her almost surprised, but as soon as he bit out the last bit, his face harden and he rose from his seat.

"I...I...Draco had it. He was going to put it in Neville's cauldron, but I took it from him." She explained to him, as he snatched the small container full with murky gold unexpectedly, he laughed.

"Oh really now? Because I remeber a group of Gryffindors coming into my closet, and taking a lot of ingredients. Warwick juice was one of them." He sneered, and crossed his arms over his chest dramatically. Hermione's mouth fell. What?

"What? No-" she began when the professor gave her a simper smile while leaning down to her.

"What? No those three Gryffindors didn't steal from me?" he hissed, "No those Gryffindors were never punished for their actions? No those idiots caused a certian muggle-born to be put in the hospital wing when she was turned into a grotesque, and pathetic cat?"With that the man turned, his robes filling with air and billowing behind him as he headed for his storage closet. "Detention Miss. Granger!"

As the word 'detention' reached Hermione's ears her eyes widened and she looked at him in shock. She hadn't done anything wrong for christ sake! She had done good! She deserved a reward not a punishment. She deserved to tell her story of what had happened! "No." she said firmly and the professor turned to her door handle in hand, door partly open.

"What did you say Miss. Granger?" Professor Snape asked quietly but in a deep voice Hermione had never heard from the man before.

The young girl played with the hem of her skirt, switching her weight but looked at him. "I-I said no." she repeated herself, becoming still when he walked over and was now looking down at her. He lowered his head, his black blanket of greasy hair touched her cheek, his abnormally large nose pressed against her hair slightly causing Hermione to stop breathing. They stayed like this for a long time, and Hermione caught the musky, yet sweet smell of his colonge, but the sour and impatient look on his face.

"Stay after class Miss. Granger." he spoke and now here she was. In a room where he had seemed to disappear from.

She swung her feet slowly, wondering where he had gone but didn't have to wait felt a cool breeze on her back and looked up to see the professor right beside her. She lowered her head expecting him to start lecturing her, but instead his hand lifted her chin, and she felt this strangeness fill her as her thoughts were invaded.

"Mudblood!" Draco sneered and laughed as his friends did the same.

That was last year. How...why?

Suddenly she was in another memory, and she was crying clutching her pillow to her chest as she sobbed. "Why is he so mean to me? He asked me a question, and I answered it..." she whispered. She had been talking about a Professor Snape lashing out at her during class because she had answered a question correctly, though he really hadn't wanted her to answer. "If he would let me, I'd be the best student he'd ever had... so..." she sobbed louder. "I hate you professor!" Then she threw herself back on her bed, to cry herself to sleep.

Then in a blurry mess she was in another memory, an embarassing one to boot.

"I wonder if the Snapester gets any." Ron said randomly at dinner, and continued to shove food in his mouth, currently a chicken leg. Though it was a sudden and silly topic to talk about at dinner the Gryffindors around him only laughed.

"Not with that face." Said Seamus as he ate his mash potatoes.

"Not when he was a...a death eater." Said Dean taking a sip of his drink.

"He's a right foul git, and I think everyone knows that." said Harry next as he glanced at Snape at the head table.

Hermione on the other hand, looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip. He's intelligent, snarky, firm, and smells like parchment. He's stern, but overall not as unpleasant as you all think. He's tall, and lean... Hermione took a slight breath and felt her chest become warm. Professor Snape was... amazing.

Then he found what he was looking for.

"What an idiot." Draco smirked as he pulled the Warwick out of his robes, and glanced at Professor Snape, before crossing over to Neville.

Hermione's head came up looking for some more ingredients, when she saw Malfoy, and then Neville. She grummbled some incoherent words before walking over to Malfoy and stopped him in his tracks. "Give me it." she said hand out to take it.

"Give you what, Granger?" the young slytherin sneered.

Hermione glared at him and took a step towards him. "Leave Neville alone, you stupid newt." she stated, and took the vial from his hands.

"You stupid little mudblood." Draco hissed, but turned and walked to his lab table.

Hermione gasped as she her Professor pull out of her mind. She looked down again as his hand dropped from her chin, and to her utter embarassment he taunted her. "Professor Snape is amazing?" he asked her and she bit her bottom lip hard shrinking in her seat.

"You shouldn't have done that." she retorted, and he merely chuckled and turned from her.

"You may leave." he said, and Hermione left as fast as she could.