Hermione sat on into her usual potions seat sighing. How had it come to this, she thought, she was now so embarrassed in class that she messed everything up and dropped all of Professor Snape's equipment. The amount of beakers she had broken in the last month had to be more than double the amount she had broken over the whole seven years she had been studying at Hogwarts.

She thoroughly blamed Neville, he was her partner in potions and ever since she had drunkenly, and mistakenly, kissed him at the last Christmas Ball, after a mishap with Fred and George spiking the punch when they had returned to Hogwarts to meet with Professor Dumbledore, she had not been able to concentrate in the least around him. What made matters worse was everyone knew why, everybody knew that she had kissed Neville Longbottom and worst of all so did Professor Snape.

"Miss Granger, would you kindly desist you're daydreaming over Longbottom," smirked Professor Snape, who obviously knew full well that she did not fancy Neville in the slightest, "Miss Granger this is the third time this week I have caught you drooling into your cauldron I think perhaps a little detention would put your mind back on task, be here prompt after dinner wearing something suitable to clean in."

He stressed the last to words with an evil sneer on his face. "Right, class dismissed," he barked and the class shot out of their seats and exited the potions lab as fast as they could.

Hermione packed away her work with a bright pink face never before had she been so embarrassed just as she was about walk out of the door she felt a hand spinning her round. She turned to find Snape stood directly behind her so close that she could feel his eyes bore through her and feel the warmth of his breath over her face, scared the room started to spin slightly as he whispered to her.

"And Miss Granger I will know if you do not come here straight after dinner." And at this point she would be willing to bet he would.