Hermione dropped a book onto the table in frustration. Although she loved studying, sometimes she just wanted to relax. With an audible sigh, she picked the book back up and resumed reading. Minutes later and she was still bored. She dropped the book back down onto the table.
"Careful, Miss Granger, wouldn't want anyone to think you were acting abnormally" a voice said from behind.
Hermione spun around to face the familiar man. His face was as pale as ever, and there was no hope for his greasy hair, but his expression was softer, like when they were alone.
"You scared me" she accused him. Snape shrugged, as if her state of mind was inconsequential to him.
"Then get..." he trailed off as Malfoy walked by and his face hardened. Malfoy, seeing Hermione talking to Snape, stopped.
"What did you do this time, Granger?" he jeered. "Oh, I know, you are a mudblood who doesn't belong here. Isn't that right Professor Snape."
"Mind your own business, Mr. Malfoy" Snape refrained from snapping back at the boy, though his tone of voice still suggested he was mad. "This doesn't concern you. And you, Miss Granger, behave yourself."