Moment 3: Help

"Professor?" Hermione stood at Snape's desk as her classmates streamed out. "You wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes." He rubbed his nose. "Miss Granger. I need help."

"Is that so? Why not ask-" She stopped. She had wanted to repeat her words, but who was she to say would help him?

"Exactly, Miss Granger." He seemed resigned. "That is my problem. There is a potion I must brew. I need an extra pair of hands and an extra brain."

"Sir, I would be honored."

He nodded. She's happy, he thought. Damn her.