Ok, no idea where this idea came from, I don't usually have a sick mind….hehehe. Read if you dare. Hey, at least its not slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people…unfortunately.

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Chapter 1: Incident in the Classroom

"Take out your books, open to page 275." Snape entered the classroom and immediately started giving orders. The students dived for their books and quickly opened them. Snape had been in a very bad mood the past few days, but no one knew why.

"Today we will be making Sleeping Draughts. I advise you to be careful. We don't want anyone getting sent up to Madam Pomfrey because they caught some in the mouth." Neville gulped. He hated it when Snape gave cautions, he always seemed to do exactly what he was told not to.

"Don't worry, Neville. I can help you if you get stuck." Neville looked gratefully at Hermione, who had been his saviour many times over in the class. She started whispering instructions to him, and at the same time doing what she said in her own cauldron.

Severus looked out over the students. Maybe he would feel better if he took points off. Giving a detention would be nice. His eyes wandered over to Longbottom. He was always good at getting points off of. Next to Longbottom was Granger. Snape suddenly noticed how much she had filled out over the past three years. This being her seventh year, at 18, she had a definite figure. Unfortunately, her robes hid most of it.

Granger was, as usual, whispering instructions to Longbottom. It seemed even a simple Sleeping Draught was too much for the clumsy boy.

"Granger." Hermione looked up from her potion. "Detention. See me after class for the time."

"But…Professor, what did I do?" Hermione knew this was a dangerous question to ask, especially when Snape was in such a foul mood, but she didn't understand.

"Longbottom, heaven knows, is a hopeless cause. There is no need for you to whisper any instructions to him. It would help us all if he was sent up to the hospital wing. We might get some work done."

Neville turned bright red beside her. Hermione opened her mouth and before anyone could stop her, "Why do you always pick on Neville?"

"Double dentention, Miss Granger. And twenty points off Gryffindor. Shut up if you don't want more."

Hermione looked down at her cauldron, her temper boiling. She knew she couldn't say anything more. Snape was so unfair! She hated him!

When the bell rang, Hermione slowly made her way up to his desk. She still couldn't look at him she was so angry.

Severus watched Granger make her way up to his desk with amusement. She was really very pretty when she was angry. Wait. I didn't just think that. Yes, I did. But she's not. This is Granger. A know-it-all mudblood. I didn't mean it……

"Granger. Look at me." Hermione reluxtantly looked up. She tried to keep the hatred from her eyes. That would just make him more angry. "You will come here tonight, at 8 o'clock. You will help me prepare some ingredients for the student supply cupboard. It is running low. Tomorrow you will do the same thing, for your second detention." He waited for her to nod. She did and fled the room, catching up with Harry and Ron on their way to Herbology.

"I hate him!" she exploded as soon as they were out of earshot.

"That was really unfair of him," Harry agreed.

"Unfair! That was just awful of him!" Ron immediately agreed with Hermione. Any reason to hate Snape was welcomed in his mind.

In Herbology Hermione was still so angry Professor Sprout had to admonish her twice to be careful with the Bulbous StringPea Plants they were harvesting. All the Hufflepuffs were shocked. Hermione was always very careful. All the Gryffindors knew exactly what what was wrong with her, but were still shocked that she carried it over to other classes.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron asked timidly. It had been over an hour, and Hermione's jaw was still clenched and her face was still red.

"Yes. I'm fine." Hermione couldn't believe the nerve of Snape. She wanted to hurt him. He was so evil. She wouldn't even have time to do her homework that night; he'd probably keep her there until 3 am, pickling toads and chopping up lacewings.

At dinner, Hermione had finally cooled down. She was her normal, perky self. "So, when do Quidditch practices start, Harry?" she questioned.

Ron looked over at her surprised. Hermione had never shown an extreme interest in the sport, only because it was the most popular sport in the wizarding world, and Harry and Ron both played it.

"Um….Next Saturday. Why?"

"Oh, just wondering when you guys are going to be caught up in the sport."

This sounded more like Hermione. Ron knew she hated the time they spent on the Qudditch field. Even though she had physically grown up, Hermione still had problems making new friends, so she mostly hung out with Ginny if she wasn't with Harry and Ron. She had maintained their entire way through school that Parvati and Lavender were stupid little girls, and she wanted nothing to do with them. The other girls in their year, Kassandra and Indira, were extremely shy and never talked to anyone.

Ginny came over and sat down next to Hermione. "Hey, what's up Hermione? I heard something was going on." She looked concerned.

"Oh, just Snape." Hermione sighed. "Thanks for reminding me, Ginny. I better hurry and do my homework." She got up from the table. "I'll be in the Common Room."

"Ok, see you later."

Hermione walked quickly back to Gryffindor Tower. She glanced at her watch. 6:30. She had about and hour to do homework and start on her way down to the dungeons.

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Ok, this was just the set up. Things happen next… I'll post the next chapter soon as I type it. I got it all written in my head. I still don't know where it came from. Maybe I do have a sick mind. Well, please r/r! and read my other fic, it's in the making, but I've got a lot done.