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Lily Evans had been watching Hermione Granger ever since the bothersome witch had shown up to Hogwarts. There was something about the girl that really irked Lily, really got on her nerves.

Lily wasn't always this way, wasn't always mean and power hungry. Once upon a time, before she had come to Hogwarts, Severus and her really did have a friendship. He had been the first to alert her of her magical prowess, he had been there for her when Petunia had decided that family wasn't first.

He had helped her with charms, potions, and transfiguration work. He had always been there when she needed someone to talk to, when she needed to vent about Potter. Lily was always careful to word this in a way that made it seem like she was annoyed with the boy, when in truth she was annoyed that Potter hadn't the guts to make a move.

Lily had been looking for an excuse to end her and Severus's friendship when she finally acknowledged to herself that he would never be popular or successful. First she had chastised him for his choice of friends after she heard James Potter complain to Sirius Black that anyone who would willingly be friends with a Slytherin like that was bound to be evil as well.

That wasn't enough though. He had come to her, angry, talking mountains about how she and he were supposed to be best friends. They had been, but he was becoming too much of a burden on her success, on her chances of becoming what she had always dreamed of.

So that fateful day, when Sirius and James hung Severus upside down, when the laughter of her peers rang in her ears, Lily defended him: half-heartedly. She knew he could see the spark of amusement in her eyes, the little bit of mirth that made the corner of her mouth turned up.

And she knew that because of this he had called her a 'Mudblood', something that she could claim was unforgiveable, more unforgiveable than her amusement at his misfortune.

Lily thought that after that year Severus would be out of her life, a mere shadow in the past, until Hermione Granger came along. The strange girl had befriended Severus and they could almost always be caught studying together in the library.

This irked Lily, though Lily no longer had a desire to be friends with the Slytherin, she didn't want anyone else to befriend him as well. Everyone had thought Lily a saint for spending so much time with Severus and they hadn't blamed her in the slightest when she resorted to the cold shoulder. If this Granger girl kept proving that there was something redeemable about Severus Snape, Lily's own cover would eventually be blown. The termination of their friendship would look like a hasty, misjudged decision on her part and Lily Evans could not have that.

So Lily would have to seek a way to destroy their friendship, make the Granger girl look as demented as Lily herself thought she was. The girl was too smart for her own good; she thought she was morally superior to the rest of her housemates.

'Morally superior' Lily scoffed. Didn't Granger know that morals would get you nowhere in the world. Didn't she know that the hero's of their society weren't constructed based on good morals and sound judgment, but instead popularity and the ability to be well liked.

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Hermione, for once, wasn't paying attention in class. She had tuned out Professor Flitwick's lecture long ago and instead had turned her attention to Severus Snape. She twirled her quill in her finger's watching the Slytherin student who also wasn't paying attention to class.

He was paying attention to that tarty blond Ravenclaw. She had noticed him perk up when the girl had first entered the classroom, moving to take a seat to Severus's left. He had given her an appreciative glance (which she had ignored) and been shooting her furtive glances since the lesson began.

Sure the girl was pretty, and had spent extra time curling her hair that day, and maybe she had a great body as far as bodies go, but honestly, Hermione didn't see the fuss. She was a girl too, couldn't Severus shoot her the lustful glances he was giving the Ravenclaw, the same glances she caught him giving to Lily Evans every now and then.

Hermione sighed and began to doodle on her parchment. Of course Severus wouldn't pay her any extra attention; she had never been too concerned with the way she looked. She had never taken the extra time to charm her hair or put on a little bit of mascara.

It wasn't that Hermione felt she needed to do these things to be considered pretty or successful, no she knew better. She was an independent witch, but sometimes she just wanted to feel pretty, she wanted to be wanted.

She wanted those lustful stares Severus was fixing on the Ravenclaw.

"I can help you, you know," a mousy voice broke through her reverie. Hermione turned to her left to find that Laura Pick was looking at her with friendly amusement. Since her first night in this time, the two had never really gotten a chance to talk or get to know one another, but Laura was still one of the only nice people she had met here.

"Help me?" Hermione finally answered, careful to keep her voice low and to make it look like she was indeed paying attention to the lesson.

"I'm bloody good at makeovers. I see the way you look at him you know," Laura said in response, picking up her quill hastily and jotting down notes when Flitwick looked their way.

Hermione felt a blush begin to spread over her body and she cast her eyes down. Had she been that obvious?

"Don't worry," Laura said, "I'm not going to tell anyone. Just…just meet me in our rooms after Dinner yeah? We can talk more about this."

Hermione nodded, feeling grateful for the kindness the small witch was bestowing upon her. She smiled at Laura, who returned her smile and went back to taking notes.

Hermione vowed to herself not to cast another lovesick look at Severus this day, no, the next time a love sick look would be exchanged it would be Severus looking at her. Hermione had done her job, she had befriended Severus and they had begun to build a blossoming friendship. However now it was time to make Severus see her in a light other than friendship.

She was a woman and damnit Severus would notice. Oh yes he would, he would notice and he would be drooling at her feet and then maybe her fantasies at night would become reality.

But what happens, the voice in her head piped up, when you return to your time.

Hermione paused in thought, squinting her eyes in concentration. What would happen indeed? She hadn't thought about home in a while. She hadn't thought about the new job that awaited her, the friendships she had built over the years, her family, the Weasleys.

Were they worried about her? Did they know what happened to her?

Did the Professor Snape of her time know about this? If she had gone back in time and altered the events of her future, surely the consequences would go in action, had already been in action. Did Professor Snape know of the friendship they had built, had he been waiting for her to go back in time like he knew that she would?

Would he confront her when she returned?

Hermione began to feel sick. What if Professor Snape had known, what if she had already, in his timeline, tried to seduce him? What if it had failed so horribly that he didn't bother bringing up the dastardly mess until absolutely necessary?

A headache was beginning to form and with a silent groan Hermione brought a hand to her forehead, thoughts running askew. She decided then and there that she would deal with the consequences of her actions when she returned to her own time. If Professor Snape didn't welcome her advances and had kept quiet because of this, well blast him. Hermione wasn't one to quit.

She would continue on with her plan and Laura would help her implement her next step: seduce Severus Snape.

A feral, cat like grin spread across Hermione's face and she had the sudden urge to break out into giggles. It would be nice, she decided, to change up her look a little bit. She wouldn't be so petty as to completely ruin her image, she liked that she was a bookish girl, but she would take a little care to enhance her own image, to make herself noticeable.

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Hermione was excited; she was practically skipping down the halls towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. She ignored the giggles that followed her as she turned a corner, entering into the hall that she was looking for.

"Snitches," Hermione said loudly to the Fat Lady, the portrait swung open and Hermione bounced into the common room, happy that it was empty for the most part as most of her fellow students were still in the Great Hall, finishing their treacle tart.

Hermione ran up the stairs and entered her room, grinning hugely when she found Laura Pick sitting on her bed, waiting patiently.

"I know I didn't say so during class, but thank you," Hermione said. Laura grinned at her and patted the bed next to her. Hermione walked over and sat on the bed. She noticed then that Laura had several magazines spread out among her, boasting about articles to help the 'modern witch'.

"Hi Hermione," Laura greeted, "Now before we begin, what is it that you want to change? I have a knack for cosmetic spells, always have really. It used to come in real use my third year, when the other Gryffindors found out…it's really the only time we've liked each other."

Laura hopped off the bed and over to her wardrobe. She flung it open and pulled out a few bottles, filled with different potions and such. Hermione felt sorry for the girl, wishing that over the past few weeks she had spent a little bit more time getting to know her. She didn't want her to think that she was using her for her cosmetic skills.

Honestly Hermione could do them herself if she spent the time necessary to research the various charms and such she would need.

"I want to change my hair," Hermione finally answered, fingering a bushy curl, "I like it. Don't get me wrong, I just want it to be less-"

"Bushy?" Laura supplied, smiling kindly at her. Hermione laughed.

"Yes, bushy. It's always in my face, but to be honest I've never really paid it too much attention. I want to still look like me, maybe a just more enhanced version. Hermione 2.0," Hermione said, flipping through one of the magazines Laura had spread out.

"2.0?" Laura asked.

Hermione laughed and shook her head.

"Just a funny little saying we had at my old school," the brunette witch shrugged. Laura seemed to be satisfied with this answer. She took out her wand and summoned a chair from the common room, placing it in front of her mirror.

"Take a seat Hermione. I know just the solution for your hair. We'll try out a few styles and you let me know what you are comfortable with," Laura guided Hermione to the chair in front of the mirror and leaned over her shoulder, playing with the unruly curls cascading down her back.

Laura picked out a couple of hair potions and mixed them together in her hands before running them through Hermione's bushy curls. She picked up her wand and whispered an enchantment, watching as the bushiness evaporated from the brunette's hair. Hermione's hair began to fall into a sleeker, natural looking curl.

Hermione gasped in the mirror as she took a look at the curls that now fell way past her shoulders. The curls looked light and bouncy and not at all bushy.

"Wow," she finally said, catching Laura's eyes in the mirror, "It looks great."

Laura smiled in reply and waved her wand over Hermione's head again. Two bobby pins appeared on either side, holding back some of the curls, creating a layered effect that looked quite lovely on Hermione.

"Lovely," Laura said

"Now, I have the perfect thing to highlight your eyes."

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Now, I'm going to provide you with a quote from next chapter and I want to see what you think the context is behind it : )

Quote: "Of Course! Severus Snape has a penis doesn't he?"

Now please humor me and come up with some fun scenarios for this : )

I'll share some of the best scenarios at the beginning of the next chapter.