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Hermione paced in the Transfiguration classroom. Last night the welcoming fest had been an emotionally trying experience. She sat in her new spot between Professor Snape and Harry. She didn't recall exactly what the set up of the head table in years past had been, but she knew it had changed and loathed the Headmistress for placing her in such an uncomfortable position.

Harry was rather unsubtly attempting to hold her hand as they ate. She had to keep creating reasons to remove her hand from his grasp. On her other side sat the black hole himself, absorbing all light with his black clothes and dark demeanor. He noticed her hand in Harry's scoffed and then looked away.

She ate the majority of her meal in silence. The younger students stared unabashedly at The-Man-Who-Defeated-Voldemort and the bushy haired woman who held his attention. However the majority of the children laughed and giggled as they ate their meals. It reminded her greatly of a time only a year and a bit ago, when she and her friends would sit in the same spots laughing and ignoring the impending doom that loomed over their heads. When the children were set to their respective common rooms she rushed off to her quarters before Harry could stop her, to prepare her self for the coming day.

The next morning she went to breakfast for appearance sake only. Her stomach was all butterflies and she woke up feeling exhausted. She slept for a total of maybe four hours that night, the haunting image of her last dinner at Hogwarts waking her intermittently throughout the night.

Now, she stood tapping her foot anxiously waiting for her first class to arrive. The first years hurried in, many with vague images of fright on their faces. Hermione flicked her wand and the seating chart appeared on the chalkboard. She sized up the students, an entire years worth of students in one class. The thought made her heart break, how many students should have been there if not for the war. Setting her wand down she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Good morning students and welcome to Transfiguration. I am Professor Granger and I will be teaching you the art of Transfiguration." she fumbled on her words. 'Duh' a blonde Slytherin boy sniggered to his friend. Hermione frowned slightly and continued. "Please find your name on the seating chart and be seated in the correct spots."

"I don't want to sit next to a mudblood." the blonde boy grumbled, Hermione scowled.

"Mr. Amos," she began glancing at the board. "I will not allow such vulgar, offensive language in my classroom is that understood." she practically growled. "Ten points from Slytherin."

The Slytherins in the room groaned in unison. "Now sit down." she said forcefully. He sat down glaring at the poor Hufflepuff forced to sit beside him. She began the class explaining the importance of wand holding and Transfiguration theory and before she knew it the class was over.

The Slytherins stormed out of the room like a troop of junior Death Eaters a thought that made her cringe. The rest of the day passed quickly, though it was interesting teaching those in third through seventh years remembered here from her years at Hogwarts as a student and apprentice.

The most difficult part of teaching was the boys, namely the seventh year Slytherins who found the need to leer at her unabashedly. For the first week she let it slide, they weren't disrupting class so she couldn't punish them, but it was quickly wearing on her last nerve. By the end of the second week she couldn't take it any longer.

She sat in the library that night at what she had grown to know was Professor Snape's desk of choice. For once she actually wished to speak with him. As was his custom he arrived around midnight at the end of his rounds and moved his spot at the back of the library. She smirked at the fact that she actually knew something like that about him. 'He is the other resident night crawler of Hogwarts.'

She steeled herself as he approached, standing abruptly. He stopped a good ten feet away from her, she moved closer to speak with him.

"What," he began only to be cut off.

"I thought it would be better to tell you in private, otherwise I would save it for the breakfast table." he quirked an eyebrow curiously. "Your Slytherins are impossible to deal with, namely the seventh year boys. They keep leering at me; just yesterday I was on the receiving end of a sexual gesture insinuating that I would give him oral satisfaction. I want it to stop."

Professor Snape couldn't help but laugh at her oh so proper way of referring to something rather vulgar. He stopped immediately as she sent him a death glare. "What would you have me do?"

"Make them stop it." she scoffed at him.

"How exactly do you propose I make them stop finding you attractive? I can make sure the gestures stop but you are a good looking wo..." he mentally slapped himself, why couldn't he keep his mouth shut around her. She stared at him incredulously, reminding him it was probably time to speak. "I will make sure it never happens again, Miss...Professor Granger." with that he hurried out of the library, rounding the corner and stopping in the shadows. He put his head in his hands 'idiot' after a few minutes he witnessed Hermione hurry by, her perfume lingering in the air. 'Idiot...Idiot.' he repeated as he hurried down to the dungeons.


Another two weeks passed, as promised the seventh years stopped leering though a few seemed to still hold a lecherous gleam in their eyes. She took to teaching quite naturally and for the most part the students loved her. Hermione refused to even look at Professor Snape since his confession that he found her attractive. She was utterly blindsided by it, did he like her, and was the weird feeling in her stomach interest in him. She didn't know, but too many questions regarding their "past together" stood in the way, let alone the fact that he was once her teacher. She needed answers and now.

"Professor McGonagall," she called as she waited at the door of her office, she heard a muffled enter and went into the room.

"Good evening Hermione," she smiled. "How are things?"

"Oh, they're going well. I really enjoy teaching." she answered anxious to get to the topic at hand. "I actually had a question. What happened?"

"When?" she asked quickly, concerned.

"During the final battle, what really happened? What happened to me? No one has ever really told me the whole truth."

"Well Hermione, only Severus knows everything. He proposed the idea that it would be best to keep the "Golden Trio" separate and safe."

"Wait," she interrupted. "Why didn't anyone tell me this?"

"I assumed that Severus told you himself as he led you to the dungeons."

"No, he didn't." she fumed, rising from her seat.

"Oh dear, this is horrible, incredibly horrible. We all thought you knew, and then Peter Pettigrew attacked and you were hit by a misfired spell. Severus tended to you, and then joined our forces. It was a shame really, the fighting ended and they carted Severus off to Azkaban." Hermione shook her head in shock, why didn't she remember any of this, she didn't believe it. She turned around and walked out ignoring the Headmistresses calls.


The next chapter is going to be good I'm almost done with it and it's spring break so I should have it up soon. Let me know what you think, I love hearing from you all.