A/N: YAY! A Snape/Hermione fic...my favorite ones...I am finally writing one...but first, my special thanks...

Thanks lots to Mylaea, whose wonderful Severus/Hermione fic made me want to write one, and who several ideas, including the apprenticeship, come from. Read her fic, Broccoli, even if you hate the vegetable...BTW, Mylaea, if you are readnig this, thanks for the overgrown unfeeling bat part.... :)
Thanks lots to Sarah (you know who you are, even if everyone else has no clue!) for being there and listening to my rambling about various ideas, and helping me decide on a middle name for Hermione in part 2, and something weird and gross in this part! She also deserves half credit for this story, so here's her credit!

Thanks so much to both of you, cause without either of you, I would still be a H/H person, which is WRONG! And thanks in advance to you guys for reviewing this story! Luv ya'll!!!!!!!



Hermione looked at the ingredients in front of her. She averted her glance to the heavy book, and picked up the foot fungus of an ogre. Holding her nose with one hand, she dropped the smelly fungus into the cauldron, watching the potion bubble and turn olive green. She smiled, knowing that her potion was perfect. She looked around. Next to her, Ron was struggling with a slippery leopard gallbladder. On her other side, Harry had added too much powdered rat blood, and was slowly disappearing. Hermione shook her head. All over the room, horrid things were happening to everyone. As usual, she was the only one who got anything right.
"Hermione, how could you do this potion perfectly?" Ron was still struggling with the slippery object.
"Yeah, what are you....WHO are you doing to pass this class?" Harry's left arm was slowly disappearing as he spoke.
"Harry!!!!!!! I think you just can't handle that I am better than you!" Hermione had to control herself so she wouldn't slap his glasses into his potion. "Actually, I want to go into a career dealing fully with potion brewing. I will talk to Dumbledore about an apprenticeship with Snape." She turned her head back to Snape as he checked her potion.
"Settle down everyone. I have graded your potions. Miss Granger is the only person with the brains to complete this potion perfectly, so she was the only one to pass. The rest of you imbeciles have failed. Oh, and Mr. Potter, that potion effect can not be fixed...it must wear off. Now leave." The class gathered their stuff and headed back to their common rooms. The Slytherins were in hysterics over Harry's misfortune. Hermione, instead of heading to the common room, headed to Dumbledore's office.
Hermione reached the gargoyle and said the password. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." She smiled as the gargoyle opened. She reached the door at the top of the stairs and raised her hand to knock, but a voice said, "Come in Hermione."
"Hello, Professor." She walked in and sat down in a chair facing the older man. His long silver hair and beard and bright blue eyes always made him seem like a ball of energy. The blue eyes bored into hers.
"What can I do for you, Hermione?" He smiled at the girl, and she relaxed visibly.
"Professor, I would like to go into a career dealing with potion brewing, but I really don't think I am ready. An apprenticeship with Snape could help me a lot. Do you think you can set this up?" Hermione looked hopeful. *She really wants to do this*, Dumbledore thought in surprise.
"I will talk with McGonagall. We will also talk with Snape, and I will get back to you." He looked at her, hoping that was enough. She jumped up and hugged him.
"Thank you, Professor! Thank you so much!" She rushed out of the office, and he called up McGonagall. She appeared at the door, and walked in.
"Albus, I was perfecting my lesson for tomorrow! What was so important that it couldn't wait?" She looked flustered.
"Minerva, Hermione wants to pursue a career in Potions, and she wants an apprenticeship with Snape. Do you think this is wise?"
"Albus, we must talk her out of it! This is a dumb choice for such a bright girl!"
"Minerva, let's just see what happens! Let her learn." With that, he summoned up Snape.
"Professor, what is the meaing of this? I was brewing a potion!"
"Snape, apparently Herm-Miss Granger is very interested in the the "exact art and subtle science" of potion brewing. Will you offer her an apprenticeship in the dungeons??" Snape looked taken aback.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Snape was angry, then realized that he had just yelled at the headmaster. "So sorry sir...I meant that I have no time to spare, you know, with Voldemort on the loose again and all..." Snape mumbled.
"I shall tell Miss Granger. She will be very disappointed." With that, Snape and Minerva left, and he summoned Hermione. She appeared in the office. "Hermione, I will have you know I just talked to Snape. He said..." She didn't let him finish. She thought the answer was yes, so she took off down the flight of stairs toward the dungeon. "Wait, Hermione!!" He got no response. *Poor girl...poor sweet innocent Hermione.*, he thought, sinking back into his chair and rubbing his temples.
Hermione was running, top speed, to the dungeons. She had to thank Professor Snape. She threw open the door and rushed over to him. She hugged him tightly.
"Thank you so much, Professor." She hardly got the words out when he pushed her away.
"I take it Dumbledore did not explain?"
"But...he did! He told me that..." Snape cut her off, shaking his head and chuckling maliciously.
"You got him all wrong. I don't have time for an apprentice right now! There is a fight against Voldemort, and I can't work side by side with you!" She stared at him, disbeliving.
"You....you....you overgrown unfeeling bat! Just because I am interested in what you teach, you have to shun me? You are despicable." She couldn't believe she had just said that, but a fiery rage coursed through her whole being, and she continued.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN'T TAKE TIME TO LET ME EXPLAIN! I WANT TO HELP YOU! CAN'T YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK FUCKING SKULL?????????????????" She was still full of rage, but she didn't get a chance to finish saying what she was saying.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME????" Snape stood, his black eyes flashing with anger.
"YOU HEARD ME! YOU ARE AN OVERGROWN, UNFEELING BAT, AND I STILL WANT TO HELP YOU! BUT YOU CAN'T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK...FUCKING....SKULL!" She spoke the last three words with precise enunciation. Professor Snape sat down, and stared into her fiery cinnamon brown eyes, his black ones boring into her soul, baring it for all to see. She could tell he was beyond angry...and she still wasn't scared.
"Detention, Granger."

A/N: How's that for a nice cliffhanger? Don't worry, two is coming up quick...maybe...if I feel like it. Aw, just review and get it over with!

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Nothing! I don't own Harry Potter and Company either. Come to think of it, I don't own much of anything....Anyway, if I did own Harry Potter, do you think I would be writing fanfiction? NO WAY! I would be rolling in piles of moolah, and sailing on my private yacht with my best friend! But I don't, so I write fanfiction in hopes that maybe someday, J.K Rowling will leave Harry Potter to me...If only...