"Miss Granger, today you will be checking, counting, and making a list of the ingredients in the supply closet. I suggest you start immediately." Snape's so-called suggestion was a order, and she knew it. Sighing she broke one of his rules, she began to talk to him.
"Professor," she began eying him up and down, "I think you would look quite dashing in red and gold, instead of black."
"I believe this topic is irrelevant, get to work."
"I'm serious!" She nodded enthusiastically, "You really would look handsome in those colors."
"Are you insinuating I don't look good now?" He quirked an eyebrow, unsure to exactly why he was joking with her. Did he really want to ruin his hard-earned reputation as a mean, snarky git?
"Oh of course not Professor. As a matter of fact I wanted to ask you something."
"What. . ."
"Will you go to the Halloween Ball with me. You can be Peter Pan, I'll be Wendy."
"Why in the world would I do something like that?" She had to be kidding, didn't Peter Pan wear tights? Well, if he remembered correctly they were green.
"It'll be fun." Her voice was cajoling, "You know you want to."
"Miss Granger."
"Yes, Professor?"
"Go to work."
Hermione pouted and finally did as she was told. Placing a few pieces of bubblegum in her mouth she smacked it and began to work. When her professor didn't seem to be bugged she frowned and smacked the gum louder. This went on for at least 15 minutes before she heard what she was seeking.
"Miss Granger, if you smack that gum one more time I swear I'm going to throttle you within an inch of your annoying little life. Matter of fact, didn't I tell you no eating in this classroom? Throw it away." He was glaring at her, it was actually kind of cute that he thought he scared her.
Staring him right back in the eye she blew the biggest bubble she could, somehow managing to not cover her face in the pink goo as it popped.
"Another detention for intentionally breaking the rules." With a flick of his wand he made the gum whiz from her mouth and into the trashcan. She just pouted and got back to work, mumbling every now and then about impossible, fun-hating men with a vendetta against bubblegum.
She didn't even get halfway through the closet when detention was over an hour later. The man practically had every ingredient imaginable in there, it would take days of detention to finish. Hermione grinned, it wasn't like she was running short on detentions though.
"You may leave, Miss Granger." Snape didn't even look up from grading papers when he said this, foiling her plans to blow him another kiss. Pouting she decided to go with a different method. Taking out her wand she aimed a charm at Snape's quills. The spell would start to take affect tomorrow, and when it did. . . she smiled wickedly at the thought.