SUMMARY: A series of random moments in the lives of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. Sometimes sweet, sometimes funny, sometimes angsty. Always RANDOM.

RATING: G

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. All hail Queen JK.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm not really happy with chapter one. I might change it. I just think it's.. lacking. It was written in about five minutes, though, so what do you expect? I hope this chapter isn't too rushed. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! All feedback is VERY much appreciated.





A SERIES OF RANDOM MOMENTS





{Seventh Year. The dungeons.}



Hermione sat quietly at a stone table in the dungeons, her arms folded defiantly across her chest. Her face was set in a frown as she glared at the man sitting at his desk at the front of the room, marking third year exam papers. Long minutes passed and the Head Girl grew more and more angry, even though she was taking the time to try and calm herself enough to speak. Finally, just as she was about to break her silence with a few well-chosen curses, he spoke - without so much as a glance in her direction.

"If you're trying to find the right words with which to abuse me, Miss Granger, I suggest you make a fierce attempt to keep that mouth of yours closed."

Miss Granger, she thought furiously. What a joke! Last week it was 'Oh Hermione.. Oh GOD, Hermione!' Then she gets caught sneaking around the castle at night and suddenly he turns into Frosty the Black, Overgrown, Snarling Snowman, and doesn't say a civil word to her all week. Hermione's lips thinned as she considered the fact that had she been sneaking around the castle at night to visit him, it would have been an entirely different matter. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Here we go.." Severus groaned, throwing his quill on his desk and leaning back in his chair.

"Don't think I don't know exactly why you gave me detention, Severus Snape," Hermione said, scowling her most ferocious scowl. "I'm certain it has less to do with my being out of bed at night, and more to do with being out of bed at night with Harry. You're jealous," she finished sharply.

"That's Professor Snape to you. And no, I'm not. Now unless you have something remotely intelligent to say, you can be quiet and let me mark my exams. Unless, of course, you'd like another detention?" With that, he picked up his quill again and proceeded to ignore her.

She watched him silently for a few moments, taking particular note of the almost undetectable twitching of his upper lip. She'd hit a nerve.

"It's not as though we were doing anything," she continued innocently, as Snape's quill scratched away furiously. "Not anything significant, anyway. I mean.. Kissing doesn't really count, does it?"

"You were WHAT?" he bellowed, standing up suddenly. Hermione's mouth curled into a grin.

"But Professor.. You're not jealous?"

Snape blinked, then frowned in embarrassment as he realised he'd been had. Quickly recovering himself, he swept towards her desk and towered over her menacingly. "I don't appreciate game-playing, Miss Granger. You've earned yourself another detention for your insolence, and I'm taking ten points from Gryffindor."

Hermione shrugged, despite the fact that her cheeks were turning red and her eyes were downcast. "It was worth it."

"Twenty points."

Her head snapped up angrily and she looked him directly in the eye. "Fine!"

"Thirty. Keep going, Hermione."

"Oh, I'm Hermione now, am I? Charming."

"Forty!"

"Fifty!"

"Don't tempt me, brat."

Hermione's eyes widened in rage as Snape glided back to his desk. She slowly stood up, her hands balling into fists. She could hardly believe what he'd just called her. It had only been two months since they'd admitted their mutual love - two months that she had spent getting to know his somewhat less malevolent side -, and already he was reverting to his Evil-Potions-Master ways. Hermione calmly gathered her things and moved towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked coolly. She turned around to glare at him.

"To my room. Detention finished five minutes ago, anyway."

He looked at the clock above his desk. "Fine."

"Fine!" She turned on her heel and stormed towards the door. As she reached it, she was stopped yet again.

"Hermione?" She turned around, narrowing her eyes. He sat at his desk, quill in hand, looking at her with what seemed to be a mild amount of trepidation.

"What?" she snapped.

"Just so we're clear. You weren't.. doing.. anything with Potter. Were you?"

She really wanted to leave him hanging. It would have been so easy just to shrug, smile mysteriously and walk away. But something in his uncertain gaze filled her with pity, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"No, Severus. We were just visiting Hagrid."

"And you haven't.. ever?"

"No, Severus."

For a brief, fleeting moment, something akin to relief flooded his eyes, and his shoulders visibly relaxed. But it was only for a moment. The stern Professor was back within two seconds.

"Very well. Now go to bed."

Hermione smiled as she left the dungeons, firmly deciding it would be at least three days before she forgave him properly.