Title; Really, you think so? I beg to differ.

Time; Sixth Year in Hogwarts, where Prof. Slughorn is introduced.

Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit. ^^ That goes for all my stories.

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Snape walk—almost glided—across the main entrance to head to the dungeons. He was furious at the old man, "Dumbledore" he snarled under his breath. The headmaster of Hogwarts had assigned him a task, one that was beyond belief. He couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it, but he had no choice did he?

He pushed pass 2 giggling Hufflepuffs yelling "Ten points from Hufflepuff! It'll be 20 if you don't get on to class, Eva, Jess!" The 2 girls shuffled away quickly glancing fearfully back. He stopped right at the door of the Dungeon and walked in and paused in surprise.

Standing where he puts his potions supplies was his former Professor Slughorn. "What are you doing in my classroom?" Snape asked annoyed.

"Oho, Severus! What a pleasant surprise! Didn't you hear the news?" Slughorn asked shifting his weight to his left leg as his textbooks slipped from his arms. "What news?" Snape asked, suspicious. Is Dumbledore firing him and putting Slughorn in to replace him now?

"You've been promoted! To the Defense Against the Dark Art teacher!" Slughorn chuckled. "Heard you always wanted that job."

"Defense Against the Dark Art teacher?" Snape repeated in wonder, momentarily forgetting his anger at the headmaster.

"You've better get your things ready for your new classroom!" Slughorn said in a good natural way.

Snape nodded briskly, turned and exited.

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"So Dumbledore is giving you lessons. I think that he's preparing you to fight Voldemort, mate!"

"No, he's training Harry to bewitch birds." Hermione said sarcastically at Ron who was sitting opposite of Harry on the train to Hogwarts. "I'm just stating the facts! Geez, everyone so cranky these days." Ron muttered. "I'm starved; the stupid Perfect patrols were boring. It's like a punishment or something."

"Do you think Professor Slughorn would be a good teacher?" Hermione asked ignoring Ron outright. "Dunno. He can't be that bad can he?" Harry asked. Hermione pursed her lips. "He better be better than Umbridge, the old hag." She said viscously.

"Well!" Ron stated loudly, ignoring Hermione, "I hope he doesn't disappear by the end of the year if he's good, it's a pity Lupin couldn't stay."

Harry smiled slightly at the sight of the 2 teens bickering and looked out the window. His ambitions of being an auror were over. Gone. No more. Nada.

They trio sat down next to each other waiting for the beginning of the welcoming feast.

"Mr. Potter." Harry's head snapped up. Snape was staring down at him in distaste.

"Dumbledore has assigned me a task. We need to talk about…some matters." Snape said, looking like talking was the least thing he wanted to do at that moment.

Harry gulped but stared defiantly back.

"Now, Potter, I've not got all day." Snape said, then without a backwards glance he marched towards a deserted classroom. Harry hesitated for a second, then followed.

"Potter, as you really well know, the headmaster has planned private lessons with you. "

Snape began. "He wanted me to—"

"How the hell do you know that?!" Harry asked in shock. "Manners Potter" Snape said dangerously. "I'll not put up with interruptions, no need to lose so much points at the beginning of the year right?" He said, gesturing at the house point cups.

Harry snapped his mouth shut. Snape smirked before continuing. "As I was saying, the headmaster wishes me to tell you a change in the plan."

"What change?" Harry blurted out flustered. What change did Dumbledore make?

"I said, I'll not have interruptions." Snape said, growling slightly at the obnoxious teen glaring back at him.

"Instead of Dumbledore giving you lessons."

"I will."

Snape watched amused at the teen's expression, savoring it, but he too did not like the arrangements.

Just when Harry thought nothing could shock him more, Snape said.

"Oh, I'm also the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. So we'll be seeing each other a lot this year isn't that right?"

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Well, this is only my second story EVER, so, be nice? I swear the story will get longer later on; I just want my foundation to be stable first before I continue. So, suggestions? Criticism? I take them all.