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Ch.5

In the teacher's lounge, Severus was very disappointed to hear that Hermione had made the first appearance without his being there. The urge to get a time turner was almost too hard to resist, but somehow he managed, thinking about how his next class was with the 7th year Slytherins and Gryffindors.

'This should be interesting,' the dark Potions Master thought, pushing back a stray lock of hair. Perhaps, for the hell of it, he should pair Hermione with the dunderhead duo? Nah. Weren't there laws against making students go insane? It wasn't fair to Miss Granger either.. She was perfectly sensible woman and there was no point in making her brain go to rot. The bell rang, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he sat down watching everyone file into his class.

" Did you see her? With those glasses? What's she trying to pull?" Pansy Parkinson giggled, hanging onto Draco, who nodded and sat down. Hermione walked in and sat down, pulling out her books and looking ready.

" Is everyone here? No? Well, too bad!" He pointed a wand and slammed the door on two lingering Gryffindors who were about to come in. Hermione's jaw dropped. How could he treat his students like that? He hadn't been like this when she had left. Looking around, she noticed no one else seemed perturbed by his behavior, and even Neville kept his eyes straight ahead. The young woman looked at Snape and caught his eye while he was taking roll. She raised a brow, enquiring on his recent actions.

" Is there something you would like to say, Miss Granger?" He drawled, his voice rolling over her ears like silk. She shuddered.

" Yes, actually. Why did you shut the door on them? They could have learned something if you would have let them."

" They did learn something, Miss Granger; they learned not to be tardy for my class." She tsked and opened her mouth to speak again.

" - Also, it would be wise to shut your mouth, you might catch a fly." The class giggled into their hands, she twisted around and gave them a cold look, shutting her mouth.

"Now that we have roll taken care of, we resume class by learning the Dolente-Sparta potion. Does anyone know what that is?" No one raised their hands, except of course Hermione, who never missed a chance to answer. Severus rolled his eyes and made a lazy motion for her to speak.

" This highly combustible potion is used for turning back time. Its components are ragweed and polytoxiciolum, which makes the draught severely temperamental to loud noises. If that happens the effect becomes magnetic and-"

" That's enough, Miss Granger, we don't need the dictionary definition." Severus coughed, smothering a "know-it-all" comment. She frowned deeply at him and he had to cough again.

" Something wrong, Professor?" she asked " Are you ill?" Her voice was too damn annoying for her own good. Too smooth and clear. He wasn't used to people not stuttering in his presence, except for Dumbledore, of course.

" Nothing is wrong Miss Granger, 30 points from Gryffindor." Hermione turned red with anger and she gave him a death glare.

" What?! I was only asking if you were all right, it wasn't if I was asking you to do us all a favor and drop dead!" she yelled back

" Detention Miss Granger for a week, 7 pm. And I'm sure it's going to look nice on your permanent record." He hissed back, now hovering over her. He could hear the short angry breathing in her chest, her brown eyes darkening and her chin held up defiantly. He felt himself shake, his breathing almost matching her own. God! Was this turning him on? Ew! He stepped back and never relented on his patented death stare. She didn't either.

Hermione stared at him; Severus was hovering above her like a vulture. How dare he act like an egotistical bastard?! ' I'm not going to back down Snape,' she thought, smugly looking straight into his eyes. Bad move apparently, because the depths were like the coals of hell; they were addicting. If she stared hard enough she could see the molten lava behind the clear whites of his eyes. Even the gold flecks in his eyes reminded her of fire. There was something frankly exotic by his stare, which made her blush like mad.

" I think they're going to kill each other," someone whispered, bringing them out of their thoughts.

" 5 sickles, Granger wins. Look at her face, she looks crazy."

" You are so on; Snape is going to butcher her!"

Whispers rose and Severus realized that it was getting out of control.

" Sit down, Miss Granger, before I send you to the headmaster." His whisper was soft and it promised immediate death. Voldermort would have even been scared.... Well...almost.

" Now, If nobody has anything else to say, I'd like to get started with this class before N.E.W.T.s."

It was now dead silent. Ah, sweet victory. Severus began his class with a smug look upon his face, but painfully aware of Hermione's dark stare.