*****Please note this is a repost of a story I originally posted on my other profile. I'm revising and reposting here since it's a RATED M story.
This work of fiction is loosely based on the world and characters of Harry Potter, which I own no rights to. Please don't sue me Mrs. Rowlings!
Rated M for MATURE. The story will most likely contain sex, drinking and maybe a little Rock N Roll.
Hermione POV
"Miss Granger, you may certainly be brightest student in your class, but it takes more than just pure intelligence alone to pass my class!" Professor Snape spat at me from behind his large oak desk in his teachers quarters, where he had summoned me to discuss my current grade in his Biology 301 course I was enrolled in here at Oxford.
"Professor Snape. You can't be serious. I mean, what exactly are you implying?"
"Miss Granger, for someone who appears to be extremely talented when it comes to academic problem solving, you can be rather thick, can't you?"
"Professor Snape, I can't believe that you're even saying these things to me. I'm simply outraged!" I said, slamming my balled fist into my lap to show him that I was serious.
"Outraged at what? What exactly have I asked of you Miss Granger? Do you know? Can you answer me?" He said leaning forward over his desk. His presence could very imposing, even terrifying at times.
"You wait until the review board and The Dean hear about this!"
"Please." He said rolling his eyes and sitting back in his chair. "So what, are you going to run downstairs and tell anyone that would listen that I told you that you needed to try harder to make the grade in my class? Hmm? What do you think they'll say?"
"But you know what you were asking."
"Yes, but do you Miss Granger? And will they? I have a rather esteemed reputation that allows me certain, privileges on campus. Dean Dumbledore simply will tell you that you've misunderstood. Go try. But know that when you come back I'll be extra hard on you for the remainder of the semester and the duration of your stay at Oxford." The monster spouted his venom sitting forward again, "Which I dare say won't be long if you start making false accusations against the Science Departments Head Professor."
I couldn't believe this was happening to me! Try as hard as I could not to cry, I could feel my eyes clouding over. I just grabbed my books and things and stood to leave without so much as a rebuttal.
"Have a nice day Miss Granger." He droned in his slow monotoned speech.
I practically crashed through his office door, slamming it behind me and raced down the hallway of the Science building. Once, outside I vaguely remember someone asking me if I was okay and then running into someone else. God, why can't see when you cry? And God, why did I have to cry in front of him. I such a silly girl! He probably enjoyed it. That monster!
I did not head to my dorm. Instead, I went to my two best friend's dorm, Harry Potter and Ron Wesley. Since arriving here at Oxford as a freshman, the three of us met and had completely been inseparable. Mostly because they were totally helpless when it came to school work and I was a whiz, but also because, we simply got each other. It was easy.
When I pressed the buzzer, I heard a voice that was pure and instant comfort.
"Hello. Who is it?" It was Harry.
"It's me. Let me up."
"Sure thing" Harry said as buzzed me in. I raced up the halls and took the stairwell to the third floor, room 306. This was a trip that I'd made quite frequently. This is where I spent most of my time, both day and night. Since boys weren't allowed in the girl's dorm, we hung out in their room since the same rule here was completely ignored.
Once at their room I just walked in and found Harry doing what he usually did, playing World of Warcraft. He seemed to be obsessed with wizards and dragons and really anything fantasy now that I think of it.
Their room was tiny. There was a bunk bed with the top being Ron's and the bottom belonging to Harry. A small computer desk, a portable laptop stand two tiny refrigerators, usually filled with Ron's favorite beer a fold away card table, two TV's and five video game consoles and then finally two small closets and a door to the bathroom which they shared with their suite-mates.
I stood behind Harry and waited. The crying had stopped but I was sure to be blotchy faced.
When Harry finally turned around a few moments later and saw my face, he said, "Oh dear, What's up? I mean, what's wrong?" As he said this, Ron came walking into the room apparently making his way back from class just in time to hear my story.
After I finished telling them the entire thing, both of their faces were blood red. "Hermione, that's just awful!" Harry said to me, grimacing and staring at the floor.
"Well I tell you what we're going to do, me and Harry are going to go over there and knock him on his stupid ass. That's what we're going to do. Ain't that right Harry?" Ron said punching his fist into his hand.
"No! That's not what you're going to do. That'd just get you both expelled." I said.
"She's right Ron. There's nothing that we can do." Harry said, looking up at me.
"What do you mean 'There's nothing we can do'?" Ron said mockingly outraged. "We got to do something. Hermione is our friend. Our best friend! We gotta do something."
"Harry's right Ron. We can't do anything. I have to do it. I have to go to Dean Dumbledore and tell him exactly what happened."
"We'll come with you." Harry said.
"You bet your ass, we will. But if I see Snape, I'm cleaning his clock!" Ron said and meant it.
