N/A: Thank you all for the reviews! I appreciate them a lot. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! Just by the way, if you don't like the paring of student Hermione and Professor Snape, this won't be the fic for you. I write about their relationship despite age. Thank you. OH and I'm sorry the chapters are so short. I don't want to give it all away and I love building up anticipation.
After class I retired to the dormitories to finish off Snape's homework and the rest of the studying I needed to do for the rest of the class. As I finished off the paper, Parvarti Patil and Lavender Brown entered the room and giggled.
"Ready for your detention with Professor Snape Hermione?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Is anyone ever ready to face him?"
They giggled. We sat together until dinner laughing and making fun of Snape.
"And his greasy hair, how disgusting! Alicia Spinnet, the chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team, said they she swore she saw spiders in there one time!" Pavarti said.
"Well that's nothing! Angelina Johnson heard a story that the cape he wears is as old as him, maybe even older and has never been washed!" Lavender said.
We laughed and shared our gossip until the clock chimed seven and it was time to go to the great hall.
"An hour until hell. Ready to go stuff your face Hermione? Maybe he'll put you in a cauldron and eat you! Or maybe he'll suck your blood! Some people think he's a vampire and feasts off blood you know. He's as pale as one!" Lavender said.
We walked into the great hall, laughing and giggling at the questionable past and present of Professor Snape. As the three of us sat down, Ron and Harry gave me an odd look but kept on eating. I over heard Ron say "Bloody hell Harry, she's actually talking with girls! Who knew she had social skills?!" I looked over at him and shot him a death stare. He saw it and quickly leaned over his food and started concentrating on eating rather than gossiping.
Supper made me forger all about my detention but as the clock struck eight I jumped at the sound.
"Oh no! I'm late for you my detention!" I said springing up from the table and running to the potions room.
"Good luck Hermione! Stay strong!" They both shouted.
I ran down the flight of stairs to the dungeons and ran as quickly as I could without tripping over my robes. The door to the potions room was open so I ran in to find an empty and dark room. I closed the door behind me and looked around but there was nothing in sight.
"Professor Snape? It's Hermione Granger. Are you here?"
I took a few steps around the room, my shoes echoing in the dark classroom. I couldn't see a thing so I withdrew my wand from my robes. I held it at waist length and flicked it. I tried to get some light in the room so I used a spell, but as I was reciting the spell something startled me.
"Lu-" I didn't even finish the spell. A dark hand appeared out of no where and clasped my wand from behind me. The hand took the wand away from me, threw it towards the desk at the front of the room, and then clasped one hand around my waist and another across my mouth. I fought and tried my hardest to speak but the mysterious figure was too strong for me. As I started to relax and admit defeat the figure spoke: "You're late Miss Granger."