CHAPTER IV

Everything Comes With a Price

a/n: now, don't get me wrong, I love Snape, but it's always good to make him evil! The more the evil, the hotter they get! As you can tell, I've never been one for SuperMan! And God would I love to get my hands on Kryptonite! MWAHAHAHAHA! and by the way, I have no idea what Hermon and Snape are talking about either. You'll see what I mean when you read. I just write, I don't know either! =) have fun!

A hush fell over the class. Snape was never late. Never. Usually he hid in the shadows until someone he didn't like said something he didn't like. Only then would he reveal himself. But he only now got in. This would be normal for any other teacher, after all it was the first class of the day. Anyone could late.

Snape, looking very tired, from lack of sleep, I thought, walked to his desk and set down his things. He looked back up to the class, his usual stearn face back.

"Now," he said coldly, "can anyone tell me what 12 ounces of barley and 10 ounces of sulpher would make?" An even more silent silence fell over the class. "Well?" he roared, "what is it? Hermon?"

"Well...um...actually...nothing..." Hermon answered truthfully. "But- Baron Juice and sulpher make troll acid. Is-is that what you meant?" Hermon was nervous.

"Yes. 150 points deducted from Gryiffindor for correcting me."

A sigh fell over a fourth of the class, a cheer in another. Hermon had slunk down in her chair, discusted with the world. I really wished Ron was here. He was in Gryffindor Common Room, probably, laughing it up about nothing. I needed his advice, I had a decission to make. I really didn't know what to do...but, this would be as good a time as ever.

I shot up from my seat, knocking over the chair. "Hold it right there, Snape!" I shouted angrilly. His eyes glared at me, as if expecting what I'd say. The class fell once again silent. I continued, but not before taking a deep breath. "It was your bloody mistake. Your bloody problem you didn't get enough sleep last night because-"

"Enough!" A roar came from the head of the class. Snape had lit his wand on fire. He looked more constipated than ever, I thought. Jeese-mad sure isn't his expression. "Enough. Sit down, Potter, and for God's sake hold your tounge-" that was a mistake to say- "and the points will not be deducted. Now calm your self, man."

I reluctantly started to sit down, but I tripped over my fallen chair, flipped up in the air, and over all, made a complete idiot out of myself. "I just can't make an exit!" I complained. Laughter broke out, but then they realized they were in Snape's classroom and shouldn't. As I looked over at the students trying not to laugh, I saw Snape laughing too. At least, he was trying. He hadn't laughed heartidly since the time he got drunk with James Potter and one thing led to another and...His laugh sounded more like a drunk belching after 5 beers. Kinda like Barney the Puple Dinosaur.

The lesson continued, though I don't think anyone, except maybe the Slytherins, was listening. That sentence 'hold your tounge' was a very bad thing for Snape to say. Now everyone knew that Snape had a secret that I knew, and he didn't want anyone else to know either. Gryffindor's retaken points had never been done before. This was all very strange. Hermon was giving me an odd look. I told her I'd tell her about it later.