Problems with Professor Snape
Hermione Granger: 7th year prefect at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was the top of her classes destined for greatness from the moment she set foot on the grounds her first year. And she was very ticked off…at Professor Severus Snape.
~EARLIER THAT DAY~
Hermione had been sitting in advanced potions class listening to Professor Snape talk about the uses of toadstools and wolfs bane in advanced healing spells. The usual crew was surrounding her. Harry and Ron in the two seats in front of her staring off into space, Malfoy at her right snickering with his two marshmallows for brains friends of his, and Neville who was sitting on her left absentmindedly was sticking his wand up his nose.
Later Snape was calling students to his desk so they could retrieve their graded research papers on the effects of Polly wobble potion. Hermione had done extensive research making sure to cover every area she could think of so as not to lose points on her paper, however when Snape handed her the paper she was shocked to see, in very beautiful red ink letters, a big fat 'F'. "You gave me and 'F'?! Professor, you have got to be joking! I spent 3 weeks on that paper!" Hermione said almost practically in tears. "Lower your voice Ms. Granger! Yes. I felt that you failed to comprehend the assignment." Snape said hardly masking his sneer. "Didn't 'comprehend' the subject?! How hard is it to bloody well understand that Polly wobble swells a wizard/witch up to the size of a house and gives you a nasty rash? Am I to believe that NEVILLE of all people can make a better grade on this paper when he can barely put on his shoes without bloody screwing THAT up?" "If you are unsatisfied with your grade Ms. Granger, you can always rewrite your paper; however I will give you fair warning that you will only get half the credit." Snape said with an evil chuckle. Fed up and frustrated Hermione stormed out of the potions class room muttering under her breath against her infuriating teacher. She heard his mocking laughter fade as she got further away.
Hermione had still been fuming during supper in the banquet hall and had refused to say a word to Harry or Ron. She had caught a glimpse of Snape grinning at her as she stormed out towards her dormitory. She nastily spat out the password to the fat lady and rushed through the Gryffindor common room to her private room (She had her own room because she was a prefect). Jerking off her school uniform and changing into her dark green nightie that she had gotten for her birthday last month, she flopped down onto her bed in a huff. She heard all the other girls filing in and getting ready for bed so after getting up to check on them to make sure every head was accounted for she angrily stormed back to her room. "That Snape is a blasted bloody teacher with blasted bloody infuriating ways! Thinks he owns the world the way he struts about. I have half a mind to go back and punch his bloody nose in!" With that thought in mind Hermione grabs her black house robe, puts it on and storms out the secret exit and heads for the dungeons.
Stopping in front of Snape's door to his private office/chambers, Hermione rapped her knuckles on the wood. She was still blowing steam out of her ears when the object of her frustration called for her to enter. Yanking the handle and throwing the door wide, Hermione strides up to Snape's desk. "Why Ms. Granger, you look a bit ruffled. Am I detecting that you are a mite disappointed about your grade? I told you what you could do should you disagree with me, so why don't you leave my office and go get started on your new paper. I'm sure I'll find it as stupid as the first attempt." Snape said with a smirk. "Why you POMPOUS, INFURIATING MAN…" Hermione screeched as she grabbed him by his robes and pulled him nose to nose with her. Snape could only look at her in shock. Clearly he hadn't expected her to do that. "Ms. Granger If I could ask you to release my robes this INSTANCE, I would be greatly appreciative" Snape hissed through his teeth, clearly getting over his shock. She glared at him with anger and spoke in a low, deadly whisper. "You never appreciate ANYTHING. I work so HARD, trying to please YOU and all I get is one big slap in the face after ANOTHER! You're going to change my grade to something I DESERVE and you are going to stop treating me like an INANE, STUPID GIRL." Snape gaped at the girl wondering where she got the gall to speak to him in that manner. "I think you should leave MS. GRANGER. I'm about to get VERY upset." She snarled and jerked him closer. "You know nothing of the word Professor." Snape Snarled back just a ferociously "Who do you think you ARE?!" Hermione with as much composure as she had left said "I'm Hermione bloody Granger!" With that statement she crashed her lips down onto his unable to push down the rising emotions that had been stirred up by the fierce argument. Snape didn't react at first, but after a while he groaned and wrapped his arms around her (one at the back of her head and the other on her back) pulling her closer.