AN: OK, so here is the next part of Non Totus est Ut is Videor. Sorry it took so long(anyone who was actually waiting for another chapter). Here is my short explanation: I broke my arm falling off a horse, and then about a week before the cast was supposed to come off I fell at the ice rink and broke my arm again! Yes, I am a complete idiot, and am probably one of the most clumsy people in the world. Anyway, needless to say, I wasn't ablewrite a thing. Anyway, I'm done talking now, so on to the story!

Mr. Brightside

The essay I was writing was incredibly simple. Honestly, how could anyone assign a group of seventh year students an essay on werewolves? It was something that a third year could do without any trouble. In fact, she had done it in her third year, without any trouble whatsoever. I sighed. Professor Kent was definitely not the most... enthusiastic teacher. I swear, I think she literally takes all of the old lessons that have been taught over the years, and just modifies them a bit.

And so, the essay was really very simple. So simple in fact, that my thoughts wandered to an entirely different subject altogether as I worked on it.

Professor Snape... What a strange man... he always seems so depressed, almost as if he doesn't even know how to be happy.

"Hermione?"

...but that can't be. Everyone knows how to be happy. OK, not everyone. No, that's wrong. Everyone Does know how to be happy... at least to a certain extent. That's just how the world works.

"Uh... Hermione?"

But all the same, Professor Snape really isn't a very happy person. Not that I really know him well enough to--

"HERMIONE!!!!!!!"

I blinked, and glared across the table at Ron. "What is it, Ronald? Can't you tell I'm working?"

"Yeah, right, working. If that's what you call spacing out for the past hour."

I looked down at the watch I'm wearing and rolled my eyes. "It's been five minutes, Ron. Five minutes. Can you honestly tell me that you're bored after... you know what, don't answer that. You can get bored after only five seconds." I sighed. "Look, I know that Harry has been spending a lot of time studying lately, so you've been bored."

Ron stared at me indignantly. "It's not my fault. You both have gone mad. Studying all the time."

"Well maybe Ronald, we both just want to do well on our NEWT's. Have you ever considered that?" From his expression I knew immediately that he hadn't. "What about studying yourself? Have you thought about that?"

He shrugged. "Thought about it." He stabbed a piece of potato with his fork, popped it into his mouth, and chewed noisily.

"And?"

"That's about it. I can always just copy off you later," he responded, bits of potato flying out of his mouth.

One bit landed on my piece of parchment and I grimaced. Just great.... taking the cloth napkin off my lap I wiped the potato off, before looking back at Ron. He really was going mad lately... just because Harry and I are studying. Honestly, it shouldn't be that big of a surprise for him. NEWT's are in six months, and he hasn't even touched a book. Although that doesn't honestly surprise me one bit.

"And another thing," Ron continued, again after taking another bite of food. "You haven't come to a single Quidditch game lately." He pointed an accusing finger at me, as though his words weren't enough.

I shudder as I watch more food come flying out of his mouth with each word. Hadn't anyone ever told him that he shouldn't talk and eat at the same time? I'm sure that I mentioned it before. Looks like that, among so many, many other things, didn't stick. I wanted to say 'Talk or eat Ron, talk or eat.'

Too bad I have too much class for that. "I've been busy. You know that I have been doing an apprenticeship with Professor Snape. That in addition to my schoolwork doesn't leave much time to watch Quidditch."

So OK, that was a half-lie. The apprenticeship did take up a lot of my time, but that wasn't the entire reason why I stopped going to watch Ron and Harry's games. I have never been interested in Quidditch, having always found it rather dull. And after you've seen so many games, they really can be rather extraneous. Besides, there are much more important things to do than waste a few hours of my time watching some silly game that can get rather predictable.

"But Hermione-"

"Look Ron, I am sorry. Really I am. I just can't help it!"

Ron heaved a heavy sigh, shrugged, and dug back into his food. As I watched him, I was strangely reminded of the way I had once seen a starving dog attack a piece of meat my parents gave it. My stomach lurched, and I quickly looked away. As I glanced up at the staff table, my eyes happened to lock with the almost black ones of Professor Snape. I froze under his intense gaze, and although I tried to look away, found that I couldn't.

His gaze stayed on me for what felt like an eternity, before his smoldering eyes flicked to Ron, who had just shoved an entire roll into his mouth, and was now proceeding to choke on it. Professor Snape looked back at me for a few more seconds, before returning his attention to Professor McGonnagal. Although I wasn't completely sure, I thought I saw a smirk of -- of amusement maybe? -- on his face.

I looked back at Ron, who had somehow managed to swallow the roll. I was amazed to see that he was now cramming in another roll. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of pumpkin juice from my goblet to hide a smile. Although I did feel a bit sorry that he choked, I had to admit, it was all a bit funny. I glanced back up at Snape, and smiled.

Maybe he does have a brightside after all.

AN: To all of those who like Ron, I'm very sorry for the Ron-bashing that occured in this chapter. Anyway, please review!