I stared at the food on my plate anxiously as Hermione continued to lecture both Harry and Ron, who I met during the feast last night, about their actions with the flying car. Ron was ignoring Hermione as he ate his breakfast and Harry's mind seemed to be in a different place. To sum it up, Hermione was pretty much talking to herself.

I turned my gaze towards the front of the room to see the professors eating the breakfast. Hermione told me who everyone was and what they taught at the beginning of the feast last night. I bit my lip nervously as I felt the terrifying gaze of one of the professors on me, specifically the one with the greasy black hair. I believe Hermione said his name was Professor Snape. She said he had a natural disdain of Gryffindors; however, I felt as if he had a special hatred of me. Then again, it might be all in my head. I turned my gaze away and back to Hermione just in time for Professor McGonagall to come around with the schedules. Hermione stated since we were Gryffindors and in the same year we would have the same schedule and she was correct. I was overjoyed that I would have at least some people to talk to.

"The class schedule is pretty much the same," I said, "not much is different."

"Well, you will regret coming to Hogwarts by lunch," Ron groaned as he examined the schedule, "first class is potions." I turned my gaze towards the front to see Professor Snape exiting the room. Our eyes met and I felt a shiver go down my spine. I turned my gaze back towards my plate and quickly stabbed the sausage on my plate with the fork and watched some juice leak out. I suddenly felt nauseous and excused myself as I quickly left the Great Hall towards the toilets.

"So, is he really that bad?" I questioned.

"Does it really matter," Hermione replied with an annoyed tone, "you sound just like the boys. There is no reason to be nervous about Professor Snape. He is tough, but he is a good teacher." I focused on mindlessly digging something out of my bag as Hermione began to go more into detail on all the professors after I was pestering her about Snape. The two of us were walking towards the dungeons for class, where the two boys already were. This was going to be my first class at Hogwarts, and it was with probably the worst professor that exist.

As we approached the classroom, I noticed the professor standing at the entrance as the other second years passed into the class. I avoided his gaze as the two of us walked passed him, but I felt his gaze burning holes in my back.

This will be fun.

I rushed over towards the seat near Harry and Hermione sat on my other side. The four of us discussed house elves before Snape walked into the room. With a wave of his hand, the door was slammed shut causing the room to go silent. Each step Snape made echoed through the room. I felt like I could hear the blood running through the capillaries in my ears. Everyone's eyes were glued to the professor as he took his stance in front of the room. His gaze raked the room. It felt like it stayed longer on Harry and to the rest of the class.

I focused on what Snape was stating and tried to avoid the first day jitters. We were not doing any potions today, we were just going over what they did the previous year and what was to come. The class seemed to go by quickly and when the four of us were about to leave the class I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Miss Haynes, you stay," Professor Snape stated. His tone told me I had no choice. I turned to look at the other three who seemed to want to say something but could not get the words out. Harry and Ron would not want to risk any more detentions. They said they will wait for me outside. As soon as everyone left the door slammed closed leaving the two of us alone.

"Profes-"

"I doubt Professor McGonagall or Professor Sprout informed you that due to you being a transfer student you will receive extra work so you may catch up to the other students," Professor Snape said, "you will be getting extra classes on Saturday at 10 am with me until I believe you have caught up."

"W-w-wait, my mom said I did not have to do that type of thing since the curriculum is nearly identical," I quickly squeaked. I did not want to spend any extra time with the Professor than I had to. I already felt like all the muscles in my body were clenched.

"I do not want to do this either," Snape began as he smiled in a way that made me think it was a lie, "but Dumbledore stated that you must. The first thing you have to do is write a two-foot essay on what you have done in your old school-"

"That sounds excessive. I already have to do-"

"Five points from Gryffindor for cutting me off. Just bring the paper to me this Saturday," Professor Snape replied with fire in his eyes, "now leave." I nodded my head before fleeing from the room. The trio was whispering a few feet away from the door. I rushed over and overheard mentions of the car, Snape, and some boy named Draco. Harry was the first one who saw me while I rushed over.

"What happened?"

"I have to take extra classes to catch up to you guys. I swear my mom said I would not have to do extra work…" I began but stopped myself. I bit my bottom lip nervously as three pairs of curious eyes watched me. "Let's just go to the next class." The three of them agreed and we began to head above ground. Before we turned the corner I peered back to see Snape watching me from the classroom door with a suspicious gaze.

"Maybe Professor Snape just got bored of harassing Harry and you are just his new target?" Ron suggested between stuffing his mouth with chicken over dinner. The day dragged on slowly and the other Professors just made me just study and write a paper in regards to the previous year's lessons like History of Magic or just had me show off my spell casting like Transfiguration. Professor Snape was the only one that was making me take an extra class.

I pushed the food around my plate as I attempted to recall everything we did in my previous potions class for the paper.

"Tough first day Rosie?" I heard someone ask and I looked up to catch Fred and George sit across from me. With a small smile, I shook my head. It could have been worse. Ron contradicted me and went into detail about what happened with Professor Snape.

"So pretty much if you suck at potions you will be having these extra classes until you finish school?" George asked.

"Will Professor Snape be visiting your house over the summer to give you lessons too?" Fred asked.

George's eyes widened as he asked, "can Snape even go in the sun?" I laughed as I thought of the greasy haired professor relaxing on a beach someone. The twins gaze turned the front of the room to see Professor Snape sitting at the table; however, it did not look as if he had eaten any of his food. He was clearly staring at us.

"Maybe he is curious how American witch blood compares to British?" George whispered and the four of us, not including Hermione, laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes as she continued to study and eat.

"It's an intriguing concept," Fred pointed out.

"Not an original one," Hermione began, "you guys made the same joke last year."

"And just like hiding dungbombs in the teapots in the Divination classroom, it is still funny," George said getting a laugh from his younger brother.

Fred shook his head and sighed, "someone people can't understand the classics. It is okay Hermione we will be your Professors on this journey." Hermione stood up ignoring the twins and mentioned going to the library to study.

"But it's only the first day?" I asked while she walked away.

"Thank's Hermione for you," Harry said as he turned towards the twin and began to discuss stuff about quidditich. I decided my best bet was to follow Hermione's lead and leave since I knew nothing about the sport. I said my farewells and headed to the library to begin my homework.

A/N: Thanks RosieC3, I am glad you like it even if it is not your usual type of writing.

Thanks ProTaggingProperly, I hope to make the romance aspect a gradual one and I will try my best to remember the flaws of the characters. Everything will be expanded on over time. There is a plan.

Thanks Radier Free Death, your advice was considered. However, I will never stop saying stated due to always writing that at work. It is just how I write. The only major issue I see is spelling errors; however, I never cared much for them to begin with.