Hey, sorry I'm taking so long to update, I'm having problems with my other story, Foul Play, find the time to read that too. My stories need to be Beta'd. Anyone willing?

Italics= Flashbacks

I dun own Harry potter, If I did, well…hehehe.

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Snape smirked as he watched Potter and his friends chat, no doubt about the extra lessons. He watched as the red headed Weasley throw up his hands in indignation. He also heard his name "—Mione! You think that's good for Harry?! He'll be killed————..No! I'd rather eat.. —SNAPE IS A RAT" Snape's eye twitched. "Ron! That's a horrible thing to say! You have nothing to back up your reasoning, don't just go accuse people!" Hermione shouted, blushing as eyes attracted to the three. "Shh…Professor Sna—"

Ron's voice got louder, "Professor my butt! He's just a slimy git with greasy hair, hes fat, biased.. — "Ugly?" "Yes ugly!, he's also got crossed eyes," "A long bridged nose like a witch?" "Yes that also—o-oh! P-professor!"

Snape peered down at him. "Professor your butt you say?" Ron shook his head weakly. "Detention, tonight! Your hooked nosed, cross eyed professor wants to give a little talk to you."

Ron gulped. "Leave him alone, he was telling the truth!" Harry spoke up, glaring angrily at the professor he detested so much.

"What?! You give me lessons? Dumbledore was supposed to!" Harry exclaimed in horror.

"Potter, I told you to call me "sir" or "Professor" at all times." Snape sneered at him, "you feel weak? Lightheaded? Maybe you should sit down before your fragile body collapses."

Harry gave his best Stop-bossing-me-around-you-git glare.

Snape returned it with his Stop-thinking-you're-so-smart-you-stupid-boy-who-accidentally-let-the-dark-lord-live.

Needless to say Snape's glare was more impressive.

"Fine, sir, what are you going to teach me, sir? Harry asked as rudely as possible.

"That doesn't concern you for now Potter, for now just work on Occlumency. I don't expect that much from you but, hmph." Snape mocked the boy.

"You son of a—" Harry muttered

"Language, I'll send a note on when we have our lessons. Anyone but miss Granger and Mr. Weasely asks, you tell them the same as last year, remedial potions."

Snape said, then turned and walked away.

Harry stared at his back. Then hurried to Ron and Hermione's table.

End Flashback.

Snape merely looked at Harry, then in front of the whole lunch room, slowly took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.

Sorry I'm keeping it so short! I have to get some ideas first, I'm leaving it like that for a bit. I'll update ASAP.

Please R&R!