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"Stir it 18 times to the left within 3 minutes, and then 10 times to the right for 2?" she was curious about what type of potion required such strange stirring techniques. He glanced at her from over his own personal book, keeping a supervised eye on her. Or so he told himself.

"Correct."

"And why won't you tell me what potion we're making?" she asked a little irritated as she counted the stirs she did on her other hand.

"I guess when you take the potion you'll find out for yourself." He offered. The glare she shot him from over her shoulder gave him an amused snort.

"For all I know it could be poison."

"Does it smell like poison to you?"

She took a moment.

"It smells sweet-"

"There you go."

It was silent.

"Anti-freeze smells and tastes sweet, but it's actually very toxic if consumed." Hermione pointed out. Snape looked up from his book, setting it down and staring at her.

"Hermione, why would I poison you?"

She shot him a mocking grin.

"Because I'm insufferable, know-it-all."