A/N; Really sorry this took so long to post, as I mentioned on one of my other stories my partner has just been diagnosed with MS so we have been sorting a lot of stuff out which has taken up a lot of time.

Anyway you bunch of womderful readers, here's your chapter :D

The headmaster is a fool.

Against my better judgement I went to see him. Now I have Miss Granger on side I perhaps thought she would explain to Albus what that Potter brat had been scheming.

'Dear Severus, do have a cup of tea- Have a lemon drop- have a bloody hernia' he practically told me.

Would he listen to reason?

Pft.

'Boys will be boys' he just said. Just like him to turn a blind eye on his precious Potter. He does now just as he did 20 years ago.

Well then I suppose I will just have to take matters into my own hands. If they want to play, then I'll play. That idiot Potter and his infuriating sidekick don't know what they are in for, why I'll-

"…"

There's a knock on my door.

Merlin knows who that could be at this hour. Who visits my private chambers?

"Enter" I say cautiously.

I just about have time to roll my eyes as a bushel of hair followed by Miss Granger walks in.

"Sir" she addresses me.

"To what do I owe this pleasure Miss Granger?"

Her face creases into a wicked smile, "I erm, I have these" she tells me and hands me a stack of papers.

I raise an eyebrow questionably at her then realise I don't need to. "Is that my head on a dinosaur's body?" I ask startled.

She nods "it's for the fan club you ordered Harry top set up"

"I did no such thing"

"You did sir, in our potions class"

Urgh, will this hell never end, "so what exactly is Mr Potter planning to do with these?"

"He is going to put them up all over the castle, get people to join, I think Ron wants to be the president of the club" she says somewhat sweetly.

I snarl at the offending stack of posters.

"Weasley" I growl, "what exactly is he up to then?" I fix her with a piercing gaze. Which seems to go unnoticed as she happily seats herself on one of my armchairs.

What, does she think we are on friendly terms now? I fix her with a frown that would scare the majority of my students.

She smiles back at me, unfazed.

"Ron, he is in love with you, not really of course" she is looking over at my bookshelf now, "just for the prank-"

"Ah-ha" I say triumphantly.

She looks at me startled.

"Sir?" she asks confused.

"So it is a prank you are playing on me, well Miss Granger do you know that playing practical jokes on professors is against the rules?" I threaten smugly, that should put her back in her place.

"Sir, I could have told you it was a prank before if that's all you wanted to know. I thought you wanted to get them back? And besides" she is now staring at me smugly, "you promised I wouldn't get into trouble".

Darn little chit.

"How very Slytherin Miss Granger" I frown

She just shrugs and continues to look at various items covering my desk.

"So Weasley is in love with me, Potter is some sort of crazed fan-"

"Yep" she interrupts me as she peers over to inspect the two adjoining doors from my study.

"Pray tell Miss Granger what is you are up to" I ask silkily. I know somewhere inside my mind I'm cursing Ron Weasley for choosing to play the part of love sick teen instead of Miss Granger.

"Me? Oh I just ask questions" she says not even glancing at me.

"Jesus, has this been going on since 1st year?" I ask amused.

I am rewarded finally with Miss Granger's full attention and a look of frustration upon her face. Plus she has ceased snooping about my person affects.

"No sir" she says through gritted teeth. "Just since the beginning of term".

I nod innocently. And smile inwardly as she frowns.

"Miss Weasley?" I ask

"She's a love sick teen, and Neville- before you ask- is a crazed loon"

"Yes well I know that" I say matter of fact.

"So what are we going to do?" she smiles at me.

I wish she didn't, smile that is, I'm beginning to feel things I shouldn't be feeling. A hot flush accompanied by a need for a cold shower being one of them.

"We are going to do nothing, I will sort this" I tell her taking charge.

"Fine" she says raising her eyebrows challengingly.

I don't believer her intolerance; does she actually think she can address me like that?

"Miss Granger do you actually think you can address me like that?" I ask.

She cleverly narrows her eyes at me and turns on her heel to leave. I say cleverly as now I'm left with the infuriating urge to go after her!

I mean gods help me if I actually do!

Oh Merlin, I am. I cannot control myself; my feet are taking me out into the corridor.

My will is not my own.

All these years of discipline and schooling my emotions, keeping them in check being in control are now being quite ungracefully flung out the window as I traipse after the annoying little chit.

I roll my eyes and give in to inevitable.

I am going mad, completely and utterly mad.

I spy her sulking down the corridor headed towards the stairwell to the Gryffindor tower.

"Miss Granger" I sigh.

She turns and faces me. She actually looks quite surprised that I followed her.

Followed her?

Oh gods I'm becoming a stalker.

"Yes sir?" she asks walking towards me.

I suddenly feel rather unnerved; coming to terms with the prospect of the new found stalker aspect of my personality leaves me quite unsettled.

She is still walking towards me.

What on Merlin's earth can I say to her?

'Sorry I yelled at you?' The thought is as ridiculous as me actually going up to Potter and giving him a hug!

Second thought that might be rather amusing.

Eyes as wide as I'm sure they have ever been I turn on my heel and leave her to stare at my back as I walk away.

I can just picture her face, one of utter confusion and bewilderment. Serves her right for turning me into a prowling fool.

As I reach my chambers I bang my head most unceremoniously on the door in frustration.

What exactly have I let myself in for?

A/N; This is more of one of those "Severus is going loopy" chapters, loopy over who though??? Hmmm maybe?

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