Set in the trio's 6th year, with the exception of Snape keeping his job as the Potions Master, rather than Slughorn taking it. (That bastard.)
Severus OOC.
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Property of the Half-Blood Prince
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger walked into her Potions class to find Professor Severus Snape staring at her intently. Shocked, she averted her eyes, making her way to her seat. She sat down, puzzled.
"Something wrong, Miss Granger?" came the silky voice of Professor Snape.
Hermione gasped, startled at the sound of his voice. She looked up at his towering figure.
"No, sir," she replied coldly, regaining her composure.
"Five points from Gryffindor. See me after class, Granger."
Hermione dropped her head, ashamed.
"Yes, Professor," she mumbled.
Snape retreated back to the front of the room where he began to drone on about the potion they'd be brewing today. Hermione paid no attention, still bothered by her loss of five points from the House.
"Hermione," Harry said, shaking her from her thoughts.
"What is it, Harry?" she said crossly.
"Why are you so upset? We're brewing Amortentia, by the way" he commented.
"I'm not,"she said a bit too loudly, drawing several looks.
"Right," Harry stated, returning to his potion.
"Can anyone tell me what you all are attempting to currently brew?" Snape asked.
Hermione dropped her head, focusing on her ingredients.
"No one? No one at all?" mused Snape. "Not even you, Miss Granger?"
Hermione took a deep breath then quoted:
"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It causes a powerful infatuation or obsession in the drinker. Amortentia doesn't make you fall in love, of course. It merely gives the drinker the feeling of being in love." she finished.
"Not that you'd know what that feels like, would you, Miss Granger?" Snape smirked.
Malfoy and Goyle snickered as Hermione dropped her head, feeling hot tears sting her eyes.
The bell rang and the students hurriedly cleared their cauldrons, scrambling to get to their next class.
"I'll see you next hour," Hermione muttered.
Harry gave her a sympathetic smile then left the room.
Hermione cleared her cauldron of its contents, then slowly approached Snape's desk. Snape looked up from the paperwork he was grading.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I'd half forgotten about you."
"You wanted to see me, sir?" she replied, ignoring his last remark.
"Yes. I had a question for you, Miss Granger."
"That being…?"
"Don't get smart with me, Granger. I was wondering-"
He was interrupted as Harry came back into the room.
"Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you, sir," the young man reported, eyeing his best friend warily. She gave him a small, reassuring smile.
"Of course, tell him that I'm on my way."
Harry nodded, leaving the room.
"I suppose I must be going. Excuse me," Snape muttered, making his way to the door.
"Sir?" Hermione inquired, "You wanted to ask me something?"
"Later, Miss Granger. I shall contact you at dinner. Now, if you'll excuse me."
He left the room, leaving Hermione wondering what he could possibly have to ask her. She packed up her things, making her way to her next class. Dinner couldn't come soon enough.
