A/N: I love you...OK! Now that I have your attention...NEXT CHAPTER!

Chapter 4

Harry was in his first DADA class with Umbridge.

"Put your wands away. You won't be needing them," Umbridge simpered in that high pitched, breathy voice.

"No wands?" Hermione asked.

"Now, I want you all to open your books up to Chapter 1, and begin reading. There will be no need to talk," Umbridge trilled.

"Honestly, why does she do that thing with her voice? It's bloody annoying!" Ron growled irritably.

"You're telling me," Harry muttered, "and what's with all the pink? I mean does she not have anything else in her wardrobe?"

"She's bloody weird, mate," Ron replied.

Hermione scowled. "Keep your voices down, the both of you! Or you'll get us all in trouble!" she hissed.

"Miss Granger! I said there will be no need to talk! Twenty points from Gryffindor!" Umbridge's voice seemed to get shriller with every syllable.

"But, Professor, she was just-" Harry tried to explain.

"Students will raise their hands when speaking in my class, Mister Potter!"

Harry growled and held his hand up in the air.

Umbridge turned away from him. "No, more talking!" she huffed angrily.

Hermione had tears in her eyes.

"It's allright, 'Mione," Ron said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Umbridge gave him a nasty glare. "Ten more points from Gryffindor. And the next person who speaks out of turn will recive a week's worth of detention with me as well as lose fifty points from their House."

Harry fumed. "But that's unfair, Professor!"

"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND DETENTION WITH ME AT SEVEN, MISTER POTTER!"

Harry bit his tongue to keep from saying anything else.

"Sorry, mate," Ron whispered.

"Mister Weasley? Would you like a detention as well?"

"No!" Ron gasped, "I'll shut up now, I promise!"

"Good."

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

Severus looked up as Harry entered his classroom.

"Still can't believe she gave you a bloody detention, mate!" Ron was saying.

I always love it when they think I can't hear them. Severus thought.

"Don't worry aout it, Ron. I'll manage," Harry replied.

"I'm starting to think she's worse than Snape, mate," Ron said, glancing over at him.

Severus raised an eyebrow, "Why are you gawking at me, Mister Weasley?"

Ron turned red. "I wasn't gawking!" he exclaimed, and promptly looked away.

Severus looked down and smirked; Ronald Weasley was by far the easiest person to mess with in his class.

"Snape's losing it, mate. You know that right?"

"Five points from Gryffindor," Severus interrupted smoothly.

"Bloody hell! First Umbridge now you! Why do all the teachers seem to hate us today?" Ron growled angrily.

"Ron if you don't shut up you're gonna lose us more points!" Harry hissed.

Severus drummed his fingers on his desk and cleared his throat.

"May I begin teaching now, or shall we spend the whole hour listening to your rambling, Mister Weasley and Mister Potter?"

Harry nudged Ron to keep him from saying anything else.

"Good. Now, today we will be working on making Amortentia. Can anybody tell me what Amortentia is?" Severus asked, and resisted the urge to facepalm himself when Hermione raised her hand.

"Anyone besides Miss Granger?" he rephrased the question.

Harry tentatively raised his hand.

"Mister Potter?" Severus raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it, er, a Love Potion, sir?" he asked

"Ten points to Gryffindor. And can you tell me how this particular Love Potion differs from others, Mister Potter?"

"Um, doesn't it take on the smell of whatever attracts the drinker?" Harry asked.

"It seems for once you've been doing a bit of reading, Mister Potter. Five more points to Gryffindor. Now then, the instructions are on the board, and the ingredients are in the cupboard. You may begin."

It was forty-five minutes later, and Harry looked at his potion.

"Go on, mate!" Ron said, "Tell me what you smell and I'll tell you what I smell."

The first thing that came to Harry's mind was: the entire potion smells like Professor Snape, but he didn't dare say that aloud.

"I dunno," he shrugged.

"Smells like 'Mione to me," Ron said, inhaling the scent.

"Stop," Harry put the lid over the potion, "You might intoxicate yourself."
"Oy! I liked that smell!" Ron said, ripping the lid off and embracing its scent once more.

"Mister Weasley! Did you not read the instructions on the board? They clearly say Do not inhale when potion is complete!

"Tried to tell him the same thing," Harry explained, ripping the lid from Ron's hands and putting it back on the pot.

"But Bloody Hell! It's good!" Ron said, reaching for the lid again.

Harry gave him a glare, "No more smelling the love potion!" And he opened the lid again, pouring the potion carefully into a vial.

"Don't tell me you don't smell it, mate!"
"Oh, I smell it allright," Harry sighed, and took the vial up to Severus's desk.