Hi, I'm just making this up as I go along, so, if you have any ideas, please send a review.

The DISCLAIMER is in the first chapter. I swear I do not own anything, but if there really is something I own, besides the plot, I will put a little asterisk besides it.

                                    Chapter 2

Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts, walked into his classroom. He let his cold black eyes stare down each individual student in that room. Hermione was as ready as ever. Harry looked attentive in hopes that no more house points would be taken from Gryffindor. And Ron? He was looking rather sloppy but had the necessary supplies out.

Snape eyed this and seized the opportunity, "Five points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, next time try to look a bit neater like Mr. Malfoy here." 

Ron said in a low voice. "Yes sir." Then leaned over to whisper Hermione, "Of course! Next time I'll just bleach my hair as bright as I can get it, and add ten tons of grease."

Harry held back a snicker and Hermione bit her lower lip.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, detention at lunch. For talking in class."

Hermione's eyes went wide, "But sir! You can't give me detention!" She started hyperventilating.

"Oh yes I can Miss Granger and I can also take five more points away for speaking out of turn." 

Hermione's eyes filled with tears and Ron's hands clenched under the desk. Harry gave a death glare at the back of Snape's skull.

"Today you will require…."

"Bloody fucking asshole from hell!" Ron yelled on their break in the common room, Harry just shook his head. Hermione had gone to the girls' dormitory. Ron kept pacing up and down.

"Ron calm down! I've never seen you this upset over detention."

"I could care less about detention, Harry!"

"Then what's wrong?"

Ron stopped and pointed out the door, "That bug eyed big nosed freak made Hermione cry, that's what!!"

Harry nodded in agreement, not sure of what to say, Hermione was their best friend and, as sexist as it sounded, a girl, so it was understandable that they felt more protective of her.

Ron finally collapsed on the couch, as Harry patted him on the back, "I don't know why but it just got me so buggered off to see her like that."

Harry smiled to himself, "I think I may know why."

Ron turned and gave him a puzzled look, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Harry, sometimes I wonder if that scar of yours affects your brain." Ron stated and quickly dodged as a cushion form the couch was thrown at him.

Please review! If I am a bit out of character please let me know, and I will try and correct it. And sorry for short chapters, I'll try to lengthen them in the future.  By the way, this was edited by the Comma Nazi….."No comma for you!" - Jesse