Chapter 7

The Herbology teacher Professor Sprout was a small stout women who loved plants, and her favorite star pupil was none other then Neville Longbottom, a tall kind young fellow who loved gardening and hanging around the green houses in his spare time, and at the moment seemed to be the only one besides Hermione listening to the lecture she was giving about the things they would be learning this year, the other students seemed to be falling asleep, they heard this speech several times in the past and frankly it was getting old. But as the bell came it knocked the dazed teenagers from there sleep filled minds and released them from the class, they went to there next class it was the last before lunch and as usual it was boring, Harry and Ron were bored stiff as they listened to Professor Trelawney drone on and on about the stars and how destiny intertwines us and of course giving the daily prediction of young potters death. Hermione on the other had was having a blast she was learning a lot in Potions; she was unfortunately the only one to get an Outstanding in potions hence the separation between the golden trio.

And soon lunch was upon them, and boy were they starving, Ron was already digging into his meal when Hermione joined the group.

"Hey guys"

"Hey 'mione" they coursed together as they smiled at her. Ron giving her a smile filled with food, which she couldn't help but cringe at she may have had a crush on him, but that didn't mean she had to like that little gross habit.

"Guess what I heard on my over here" she said as she sat down. They leaned into each other and the two boys listened to what she had to say.

"I heard a couple of fourth years saying that Professor Snape was being nice, and that the cloths he's wearing make him look younger and hot!" Ron made a disgusted face.

"'mione that's a little to much information" Harry and Hermione laughed at the look.

"Sorry Ron" she apologized. The bell rang and finally it was the time they were waiting for there first DADA class of the year. They walked through the halls to the class with anticipation coursing through there veins.

Snape sat at his desk during lunch contemplating on the morning class, it was good no student went out of line and they all actually seemed to be concentrating. But he was getting drained from as the day grew on, he wasn't fully recovered from the incident this summer and still had to take a pepper up potion in the mornings, but he figured he'd be ok till classes was over and he could take a nap.

The doors opened and the sixth year slytherin and Gryffindor class waltzed into the class and took there seats, the Slytherins were stationed on the left side of the class while the Gryffindor's were stationed on the right side. He got up from his desk and stood in front of the class.

"Welcome to your first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you are here to learn how to defend yourselves, please pay attention so you don't miss anything and one day get yourselves killed because you hadn't been paying attention" he gave his short speech. He gazed around the class, and saw that practically all the girls and some boys were looking at him, they were just staring, and it was unnerving to say the least. He raised his delicate ebony eyebrow at them.

"What you all looking at?" he questioned in a drawl voice that was like honey. After this said they averted there eyes. Though Harry kept taking peaks from underneath his bangs, it wasn't his fault that Professor Snape looked hot in his White t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. A light pink flush tainted his cheeks, and Hermione looked at him briefly with that knowing glint in her eyes, when Ron looked over and saw the flush.

"What's the matter mate, why your cheeks red" he whispered to Harry. Harry's cheeks grew darker before he answered Ron with "Nothing." And Ron accepted the reply sometimes he's to dense for his own good.

"Can anyone tell me what the Dark Arts exactly are?" Severus asked the class. Several hands had risen but one of the hands that went up, surprised Snape a little not that he let it show on his face of course. "Mr. Longbottom" in a stuttering voice he spoke.

"Some m-magic is believed that i-if its used for c-criminal or e-evil purposes that it is D-Dark."

Snape nodded his head with a thoughtful look.

"Adequate, five points to Gryffindor. Tell me what does some people believe that Dark Magic does to us? Mr. Goyle"

Gregory Goyle of Slytherin House looked like he was a dear caught in head-lights.

"That it corrupts the soul and body"

"Five-points to Slytherin"

"Can anyone tell me of it in Dueling?...Mr. Potter"

Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, student of Gryffindor house spoke his voice floated over Snape like silk, and of course some of his many fans.

"In Magical Dueling, there is any number of spells that maybe used to attack, immobilize and disarm an opponent without causing pain or lasting harm; only dark spells like the Cruciatus Curse or Sectumsempra actually wound or seriously distress a victim."

"Reasonable, 10 points to Gryffindor"

"All this is true, but any spell can be dark" said Snape; he passed up and down the isles readying to give a lecture "even the simplest spell like Windgardim Leviosa, can be used to harm a person" Severus even if he didn't show it was getting more exhausted, he turned around to take a seat on the desk in front of the class which he placed there. He sighed slightly but continued to look at the class indifferently. Just then the bell to signal the last of the day's classes rang, and Snape sighed in relief.

"Those of you who answered my question are free from homework, but those of you who didn't have a 1 feet of parchment on the Dark Arts" he kind of smirked when he looked at the class all gaping at him as if he lost a head.

"What! next time raise your hands!" but they all still stood there. "Wow, I didn't know you all liked my company to be standing right here…..still" he put some emphasis on still. Before the students began to file out the door, some happy, some bummed out for getting homework.

Snape sighed after all the students left, though his eyes followed one person unconsciously he wasn't even aware of it till the person was out of the room. Snape left the classroom and headed back to his headquarters, for a well needed rest, on the way he traveled through student infested halls. And to his surprised many students greeted him, but a lot of them were first years.

A/N: ok that's all I can come up with; with my coke infested brain…leave a review see yha..and yes I know its short!

Setg'-in