"Well." Harry said softly as he left the staff lounge. "That cleared
up a lot of questions."
Hermione, standing beside him as they left the room, turned to Harry and muttered, "How extremely interesting. I never realized there are so many different secrets within the school."
Harry nodded. "Being a teacher isn't exactly easy."
Hermione shrugged. "It's not that it's difficult. You just have to be able to keep up with everything."
"Yeah, well, I'm not a perfectionist Hermione! I have always had more difficulty with everything then you."
"Not with defeating V-V-Voldemort," said Hermione. Even though she had started saying his real name since the fifth year, and the war was won, she still had difficulty saying his name without stuttering.
"That's different. I mean, with school. Learning everything. Memorizing things. You did half my essays, remember, near the beginning of sixth year!"
A snarling voice whispered from behind Harry and Hermione. "No wonder you did so well that first month."
Harry whirled around to face Professor Snape. He had been dreading seeing his former teacher, yet somewhat excited. For once, Snape couldn't take points off of his house! "Excuse me?"
Hermione, looking nervous, kept turning her face to look at the two wizards in the face. It was though they were talking non-stop, although they had only said two sentences.
"Stop that," Snape muttered to Hermione.
"Stop what?" Hermione asked nervously?
"Stop turning your head like a little two year- oh, never mind."
Harry couldn't help but put in his two cents. "I don't believe you have the power to control us anymore. Professor," he added lamely when Snape gave him a nasty glare.
"True, Potter- oh, I'm sorry, Professor Potter," he sneered sarcastically.
Harry smiled coolly. "Yes, Professor Snape."
Hermione, obviously a little uncomfortable, took Harry's arm and quickly muttered, "C'mon Harry. Let's get back to the lounge."
Before Harry could respond, Snape snickered. "You call yourself a teacher, yet you are too scared to talk with a former teacher?"
"No," Hermione said quietly. "I want to keep a balance of peace within our school. That way, I can be proud of my teacher status. Good night, Professor Snape." And with that, she pulled Harry out of the hallway to their classroom.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed when they were out of earshot of the professor. "Impressive!"
Hermione shrugged. "It's true, I want to keep peace. I had the feeling that the longer you and Professor Snape talked, the sooner we would come to an outright fight."
"I'm an adult, as well as a professor. I can handle my temper."
"Alright, if you insist," Hermione said wearily. "But remember- the war may be over, but you haven't gotten rid of all of your enemies."
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That night, in bed, Harry thought over the discussion with Snape. It was thrilling, he had to admit, that he could finally get back at Snape without getting in trouble. They were on the same level now- Snape wasn't the big-shot that he had been only two months ago.
Of course, it also meant that Harry had to be more careful. Having a nasty temper could be catastrophic. It wouldn't mean just a few points would be taken off. He could possibly lose his job! And now that he had the job, Harry very much wanted to keep it. He couldn't imagine working at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes anymore. Besides, if he lost his job, Snape could possibly get it, like in the third year, when Lupin was unable to teach. And Harry did not want anything like that to happen to his students, no way.
And with that, Harry fell into a deep sleep.
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A/N: I'm updating again! It's been a while, sorry. I've gotten two chapters in two days, which is impressive for me. Hope that was interesting! More coming up soon!!
Hermione, standing beside him as they left the room, turned to Harry and muttered, "How extremely interesting. I never realized there are so many different secrets within the school."
Harry nodded. "Being a teacher isn't exactly easy."
Hermione shrugged. "It's not that it's difficult. You just have to be able to keep up with everything."
"Yeah, well, I'm not a perfectionist Hermione! I have always had more difficulty with everything then you."
"Not with defeating V-V-Voldemort," said Hermione. Even though she had started saying his real name since the fifth year, and the war was won, she still had difficulty saying his name without stuttering.
"That's different. I mean, with school. Learning everything. Memorizing things. You did half my essays, remember, near the beginning of sixth year!"
A snarling voice whispered from behind Harry and Hermione. "No wonder you did so well that first month."
Harry whirled around to face Professor Snape. He had been dreading seeing his former teacher, yet somewhat excited. For once, Snape couldn't take points off of his house! "Excuse me?"
Hermione, looking nervous, kept turning her face to look at the two wizards in the face. It was though they were talking non-stop, although they had only said two sentences.
"Stop that," Snape muttered to Hermione.
"Stop what?" Hermione asked nervously?
"Stop turning your head like a little two year- oh, never mind."
Harry couldn't help but put in his two cents. "I don't believe you have the power to control us anymore. Professor," he added lamely when Snape gave him a nasty glare.
"True, Potter- oh, I'm sorry, Professor Potter," he sneered sarcastically.
Harry smiled coolly. "Yes, Professor Snape."
Hermione, obviously a little uncomfortable, took Harry's arm and quickly muttered, "C'mon Harry. Let's get back to the lounge."
Before Harry could respond, Snape snickered. "You call yourself a teacher, yet you are too scared to talk with a former teacher?"
"No," Hermione said quietly. "I want to keep a balance of peace within our school. That way, I can be proud of my teacher status. Good night, Professor Snape." And with that, she pulled Harry out of the hallway to their classroom.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed when they were out of earshot of the professor. "Impressive!"
Hermione shrugged. "It's true, I want to keep peace. I had the feeling that the longer you and Professor Snape talked, the sooner we would come to an outright fight."
"I'm an adult, as well as a professor. I can handle my temper."
"Alright, if you insist," Hermione said wearily. "But remember- the war may be over, but you haven't gotten rid of all of your enemies."
---
That night, in bed, Harry thought over the discussion with Snape. It was thrilling, he had to admit, that he could finally get back at Snape without getting in trouble. They were on the same level now- Snape wasn't the big-shot that he had been only two months ago.
Of course, it also meant that Harry had to be more careful. Having a nasty temper could be catastrophic. It wouldn't mean just a few points would be taken off. He could possibly lose his job! And now that he had the job, Harry very much wanted to keep it. He couldn't imagine working at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes anymore. Besides, if he lost his job, Snape could possibly get it, like in the third year, when Lupin was unable to teach. And Harry did not want anything like that to happen to his students, no way.
And with that, Harry fell into a deep sleep.
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A/N: I'm updating again! It's been a while, sorry. I've gotten two chapters in two days, which is impressive for me. Hope that was interesting! More coming up soon!!
