Chapter Six:

The day had come for the students' projects to be presented. Hermione called out names and the groups got up to present their reports and to demonstrate. Snape had decided he wanted to watch (A/N: that means he wanted to scare the poor little kiddies.). Many of the students seemed nervous with him in the room, but they still did wonderful.

"Very good Kerry and Mark. Let's see…Andrew and Danny please."

Hermione watched carefully as they walked to the front of the room and Andrew nervously started speaking. He stuttered for what seemed like an hour, and then handed the paper to Danny.

Danny continued to deliver the report with confidence and precision. Andrew watched her in awe as she answered some questions She finished by transfiguring their frog into an apple.

"Very good, guys!" Hermione called as the bell rang and the students filed out of the classroom.

Andrew could be seen talking nervously to Danny, who was blushing. When they reached the door, she smiled at Hermione and followed Andrew out of the room.

"I believe I see what the problem was" Snape smirked, Hermione had almost forgotten he as in the room, "She seems to have won him over."

"Yes, she has."

"Well, I honestly thought it was something more serious." he muttered.

"This is serious!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Obviously to a gir--woman, it would be."

"I guess, but still! She gave a great presentation!"

"Like I said, the poor thing is just like you." he smirked.

"And why is that a bad thing?" Hermione asked indignantly.

"When you were in school, you devoted yourself to your studies, and now…to your work. You have no life."

"And you do?" Hermione mocked.

"I would, if the opportunity came along. You, however, are afraid." Snape sneered.

"How am I afraid?"

"Are you telling me you have no feelings for Professor Wood?"

"Yes! And I have told you that before!" Hermione hissed.

"to the outsider, it looks as if you're afraid he will reject you." Snape smirked.

"there is nothing between me and Oliver! There never will be."

"Oh?"

"he's not my type. He never takes anything seriously, and he can be just as annoying as you." Hermione said bitterly.

"I see. But you are still afraid." he smirked. "either that or you're blind."

Snape got up and left the classroom. Hermione stared at he spot where he had last stood.

"What the hell was he talking about?"