Author's Note: This story was started a few years ago as part of a drabble a day challenge. It's a consistent story, but told out of order, in one-hundred word vignettes. The chapter title indicates the prompt that was used. The first fourteen chapters were written in 2008, the rest will be new. Hope you enjoy it!
"And I'm sure you remember Professor Snape," McGonagall said.
"Of course," Hermione said as she extended her hand.
"Miss Granger," Snape sneered, his arms remained crossed.
Hermione bit her lip, awkwardly pulling her hand back. "It's, ah, Ms. Weasley, now," she corrected him.
Snape's brow furrowed even farther. "Of course it is."
"I'll let you two chat, then," McGonagall said, and hurried off to see to her other guests.
Hermione glanced around, nervously, "Well, sir, what have you been doing lately?"
Snape smirked, in a low voice, he responded, "I think you know perfectly well what I've been doing, Hermione."