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October 15th 1991

When Hermione got to Hogwarts she didn't expect that her blood status would have been so obvious, apparently wizarding families went way back to the beginning of magic. So showing up to school with the last name "Granger" immediately isolated her from everyone else. The only one's who didn't really care about such things were sitting with her in the warm Gryffindor common room, all of them sharing a mutual respect for each other as they blatantly avoided mentioning where they came from.

Harry Potter cradled the hot cocoa in his hands as he silently listened to Neville Longbottom, who was currently going on about his most recent failure in potions class. Hermione avoided opening her mouth on the subject, mainly because she didn't want to inform the boy that he was doomed for such failures for the rest of his Hogwarts career, and also because she had no desire to lecture about the nature of their potions professor. Hermione cringed at the thought, Professor Snape was by all definitions completely terrifying.

"He never told us that potions had to be stirred a certain way, he just glared at me! How was I supposed to know if that look meant "yes" or "no". It's not like I can read his mind." Neville ranted, he looked at his comrades for approval and they all nodded eagerly. One boy, a red head named Ronald Weasley, was particularly thrilled to have the conversation.

"Man could you imagine what goes on through that guys head? I bet there's some crazy messed up stuff floating around in there." He wrinkled his nose in distaste and added a handful of marshmallows into his mug, he glanced over at Hermione who was currently reading a text on the magical abilities of different types of beetles. "What do you think of the old bat Hermione?"

"I think that we shouldn't speak of our professor in such a rude manner Ron, and clearly he's not that old." Hermione stated, Ron rolled his eyes at her and Harry glared at her.

"Hermione, Snape has never given you credit for any of your hard work, he never helps his students." Harry gave Neville a sympathetic look, which Neville accepted with a nod. "and he lets his house get away with everything. How can you defend him?" He demanded.

"Because he's our professor Harry, and Professor McGonagall is guilty of favoritism too. It doesn't matter how he treats us as long as we learn. If Neville cared enough to look in a textbook he would have known whether or not a potion had to be stirred a certain way." Hermione ignored it when Ron scoffed and gently shut her book, Harry rolled his eyes at her and Neville turned scarlet from embarrassment. "I'm sorry that you guys don't like Professor Snape, but he's our professor so we have to show him the respect that he deserves. Neville if you need help in class I will be your lab partner for a couple of weeks." Neville nodded eagerly at her, but both Ron and Harry gave her identical disapproving looks as she swept away.

Severus Snape was used to the dumbfounded looks that he received in class when he asked a question, it was almost expected to happen in every class, every single day. Even the Seventh years cringed whenever he asked a question, and they always came up short. Always. He hated it, and he waited every single year for a fresh batch of students who cared enough to do their research and show up to class prepared. About a month ago he finally got part of his wish, and his first year class was given the gift of Hermione Granger. Severus should have been happy to have such a bright and talented girl in his class, but he, by all definitions, despised the girl.

"Can any of you lazy miscreants tell me why some parts of an ingredient can be optimal for one potion, but lethal in another." Severus drawled, the Potter boy did what he did every day, which was glare at him for the entirety of one hour, The Weasley boy dozed off, Longbottom was trembling where he sat, and young Draco Malfoy gazed up at him with pride. The rest of the class shared that famous dumbfounded look, and only one hand was stuck in the air.

"No one? It was in your reading last night if I remember. You all were supposed to write an essay on it, in fact I have them in my hands right now." Severus emphasized by gripping a stack of papers, the one hand seemed to reach farther in the air, he wondered how long it would stay up there.

He looked down at the papers in his hands and ruffled through them, he selected Weasley's essay out from the bunch and cleared his throat. "Apparently thinks that it's because some ingredients are simply "better than others"." The Weasley boy woke up from his nap and gave the professor a startled look. "Fifteen points for falling asleep in my class Mr. Weasley, and detention for this pathetic thing you call an essay." The Gryffindors gave a collective groan as the boy dropped his head in despair.

Severus glanced around the room once more, still only one solitary hand was up in the air. Severus narrowed his eyes and chose another essay. "Mr. Longbottom I can't seem to read your essay, it is illegible child. Did no one teach you proper penmanship, or at least how to hold a quill?" Severus demanded, he crumbled the essay and tossed it at the boy's feet. "You will receive a grand total of zero points for that assignment, unless you would care to read your essay in front of the class?" Longbottom sputtered and picked up his balled up essay from the floor, he hung his head in defeat and turned an odd shade of purple. "No? Fine then keep your zero. 20 points from Gryffindor for cowardice." Severus snarled.

Potter slowly started to turn red, and to Severus's utter disbelief the one hand was still in the air. "Mr. Potter I would have read your essay, but it seems that you have not turned one in. Perhaps you would like to explain why." The boy remained stubbornly quiet and continued to glare at him.

"Well I'd give you detention, but you're simply not worth my time." Severus set the pile of essays on his desk and looked out at his class. "You will all redo this assignment, and you will continue to redo it until every last one of you has an acceptable answer to my question. Since I cannot teach you further, class is dismissed for the day." He declared, and finally after this whole time the owner of the lone hand let out a tiny squeak of objection.

"Can I help you Miss Granger?" Severus snarled, the girl didn't even flinch, but the rest of the class was practically tripping over each other in order to escape the classroom.

She practically beamed at him when she started to explain "I knew the answer to you question professor, it has to do with the-"

"Save it Miss Granger, I have no interest in hearing your explanation for the next thirty minutes. You may leave the class and join your colleagues now." Severus dismissed her with a wave and turned to attend to his ungraded papers. Granger remained in her seat and chewed absentmindedly on her finger nail.

Severus grabbed a pile of papers and turned to his remaining student, who looked up at him innocently. "Is there a reason why your are still in my classroom Miss Granger." Severus asked with a sigh, the girl shuffled awkwardly in her seat and stopped chewing her nails, he noticed suddenly that she was actually rather nervous. "Well spit it out girl I don't have all day."

"Well you see professor people don't really like you." She started, she looked up to meet his glare and turned an angry shade of red. "But I don't think you're that bad." She looked up at him and nervously shot out of her seat and started to collect her things. Severus raised an eyebrow at her and silently considered whether or not he should be offended. On her way out of the classroom a book fell from her arms and with a flustered huff she reached her hand out and the book flew back to her. Before he could say anything the girl ran out of the classroom, leaving Severus with a dumbfounded look on his face.

And that is the end of chapter two! I plan to have the next chapter entirely in Snape's point of view. Please leave me a review and tell me what you thought of the chapter, and if you have any theories about what is ahead. Thanks for reading!