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"Miss Granger!" Severus Snape called over the chatter of his double potions class.

"Yes, Professor?" she said lazily, as she was used to his barking.

"Why is your potion red when everyone else's is orange?"

"Because I did it right." she said, snapping a little. Her cinnamon colored eyes flashed anger. This was not her day.

"Very correct. Everyone but Miss Granger will write a whole meter on the proper color of this potion. Dismissed." He turned around quickly to his desk, causing his robes to do his charachteristic billow.

"Bloody git." Hermione muttered as she put her books in her satchel.

"Miss Granger! Come here." Snape said, not turning around. Harry and Ron gave her a look of sympathy as she ushered them to leave without her.

"Yes?" She said, bored with anger.

"I have two options for you. Either I take 20 house points for calling me a Bloody Git or you take a voluntary detention with me that will not be recorded." he said, plotting a point on an ancient map.

"Seeing as though you took 50 points off of Gryffindor already, I'll take the detention." she said, shaking her hair out of her eyes.

"Good. Be here right after dinner. I mean, as soon as you are done eating, come straight here."

"Right after dinner? They usually start at eight."

"Right after dinner. We have somewhere to go."

"What? Where would I go with you?" she said, looking disgusted. He made a mental note to shower before they left.

"We are going to the muggle town of New York City. There is a special conference there for Potions masters and their most promicing students. We should be back by early morning."

"Take Malfoy." She said, inwardly flattered.

"Malfoy would take one look at the potions they have and faint. He cannot comprehend them like you could." Hermione gave him an astonished look saying, did Professor Snape just give me a compliment?

"Why are you making this like a detention?" she asked after a moment.

"Do you think that Potter or Weasley would let you go anywhere without them if they knew you were going with me, the ex-Death Eater?"

"I can't lie to them." Hermione said with Gryffindorian courage.

"Then don't." He said simply, "Be here after dinner with a change of muggle clothing."

"Fine. Be that way. Two can play this game." Hermione muttered as she left the room to go to her 'quiet period' in her dorm. It was never quiet, with Parvati and Lavender.

~*~In the Girl's Dorm*~

"So, Lav, what do you think about me going on a trip with a man." Hermione said sneakily as she walked into the room.

"Who is he?" Parvati asked quickly.

"I think it's wonderful. Who is the lucky bastard?" Lavender replied.

"Now don't tell Harry or Ron." she started.

"Is it Malfoy?" Lavender asked

"He's so efffing hot!" Parvati said.

"Like Hermione would go somewhere with someone like Malfoy." Jessa Rauch, another seventh year Gryffindor girl said.

"Ok, now don't freak." Hermione said, "It's Professor Snape."

"He's gorgeous. Plain and simple. I would let him do whatever he wanted to me!" Lavender said, fawning onto her bed.

"Last year when we went on that fieldtrip to that muggle tohel when he took off his shirt to get in the pool, oh, Hermione!" Parvati said

"It's a hotel, Parv."

"I love that skin, lord it looks so smooth." Jessa said, scooting nearer to Hermione.

"I know, it looks like baby butt skin! And that voice, it's like silk!" Lavender said.

"So you approve?" Hermione asked

"Ten thumbs up." Lav said.

"Now what are you going to wear?" Parvati asked, moving to their massive communal closet. "How about this?" she asked as she pulled out a denim mini skirt.

"No, no, you have to put her in something that looks like she would actually wear, Parv." Jessa said, shaking her head and pulling out a white pleated tennis skirt.

"Thats better." Hermione laughed.

"With this?" Lavender said as she pulled out a black and purple baseball jersey. It had plain black sleeves and a plain purple bodice.

"With these?" Parvati cried, pulling out a pair of black sk8r shoes.

"All right, guys. Do your worst." Hermione said, willingly subjecting herself to many hours of makeup and hair and clothes torture.