"I got the job!" I exclaimed bursting into Harry's Room. Him being Head Boy, he got his own Room, as did I being Head Girl.

"Hmm?" he said. He was once again reading that damned Quidditch Weekly.

"I said 'I got the job' aren't you happy for me?" I asked slinking over and lying on his bed.

"Oh um . . . yeah babe that's great, even though I don't know how you're going to do that with all of your responsibilities already"

I pulled away the magazine and lied my head on his oh-so-soft pillow. "I'll manage"

"Just try no to run out of gas" he informed getting up and changing out of his Quidditch robes.

I yawned, kicked off my shoes and took off my jacket. "He wants me to be there at 5:30 a.m. to do " I yawned again "God knows what"

Harry came over, ignoring what I said completely and leaned me back on his bed, his tongue intruding on my mouth in a rough animalistic way and . . . I liked that . . . I liked it a lot. So I responded, letting him take off my shirt and jeans. Then I climbed on top of him. He seemed intrigued and let me take control. But I didn't want to, I lied across his legs my butt kinda in the air and I placed his hand on it. Hard. Thinking maybe he'd get my drift . . . he didn't. So I egged him on.

"It's alright" I said breathlessly doing the movement again. I waited there patiently, waiting for him to do what I'd longed for someone to do before. But . . . he didn't. He just showed me a condom.

I grit my teeth and got up "That's not what I was talking about!"

"Oh . . . I I'm sorry" he said

"Forget it" I said pulling on my jean's and shirt. "I'll see you tomorrow"

I left his room, ignoring his pleas for me to come back. I was so upset. He didn't get me! No one would. Or so I thought. I didn't bother to change when I got into my room, I just lied there and quickly fell asleep. I woke up in a panic, I'd dreamed that I was late and Snape fired my in front of everyone, that I was ousted from Hogwarts and worst of all that no one got me. But when I looked at my clock it was only 4: 50 a.m., I wasn't fired or ousted but still . . . no one got me. Seeing as I'd have to be there in forty minutes, I went down to the bathroom and showered. Pulling my hair back into the usual ponytail, I put on my low rider jeans and a button down, long sleeved black shirt. At 5:20 a.m. I was ready and on my way to the Dungeons. I'd stopped off at the Great Hall to get a glass of pumpkin juice and a bagel which made me 2 minutes late.

"Late? Miss Granger on your first day?" Snape asked

I swallowed down the bagel I had in my mouth "There was a line, I didn't know you teachers got up so early."

"Yes Miss Granger we don't all sleep until the late morning like the rest of you students, it is only fitting for me to dock your pay one day or take five points from Gryffindor? Which one?"

We were ahead in the house points race so I opted for the pay one.

"You're lucky I don't fire you for your incompetence" he sneered " Start filing those papers over there, in alphabetical order"

A stack of papers, taller than myself appeared, I took out my wand he said.

"No Magic"

I felt anger bubbling in me, but I set my jaw and took the top half off. I was going to do this and I was going to do it better than any of his old assistants.

"You should be done before its time for you to get to your morning classes. I expect you back here at 5:30 p.m. your classes end at 3:30 p.m. you should have your homework done by then"

Was he CRAZY? It took me at least four hours to do my homework. He must've sensed my sudden change

"That's not going to be a problem is it?" he asked

"Of course not sir" I responded

I wasn't going to let it be. To Snapes surprise I finished way before it was time for classes to begin.

"Hmm exceptional" he said I thought I saw a tiny smile somewhere in there. "Are you good at taking notes?"

Duh! I was Hermione Granger ranked number two in the school. I didn't get to where I was by not taking notes . . . and good ones at that. I nodded my head as he gave me a roll of parchment.

"Write this down"

I took the parchment and a quill and began writing. I had my own little system of note taking just for his class. By the time he was done, so was I.

"Let me see" he ordered taking the paper

I waited confidently, yet half expecting him to breathe fire down my neck. He didn't.

"Very good Miss Granger, exceptionally well I must say. Not any of the girls I had working here had ever gotten down every thing. . . showing off are we?"

"No Sir I'm just doing what I do" I explained rather vaguely. But I couldn't help, he made me feel nervous and determined at the same time.

" Hmm, well I must say this has been productive, if you want to go upstairs and catch breakfast while you still can you may" he offered sitting behind his desk.

I noticed the sun peeking in through the window. And heard the sound of students walking about. But I actually wanted to stay. Professor Snape intrigued me, so I looked for any work I could do in the last half hour before classes began.

"Do you need anything else? I'm not hungry" I told him, though I was tired.

He looked at me "Are you sure?"

"I came here to work sir" I responded eagerly

He shuffled around his desk muttering to himself "Persistent this one"

I smiled to myself and graciously took the long roll of parchment he gave me. "What's this?"

"A letter to the Minister of Magic. I want it rewritten. Perfectly. I will not have any mistakes on my letters to make me look bad"

I liked the stern tone of voice he took when ordering me to do something. Dare I make a mistake on purpose? I decided to act on my decision. A few misplaced comma's here, an extra E there, nothing to make him think I was a total idiot, but mistakes any normal person would make. I wanted to see what would happen when I made mistakes.

Our time was cut short by the bell. I didn't realize how quickly a half an hour went. Students began filing in, and I had exactly three minutes to get to my advanced Arithmacy class with the Ravenclaws. I quickly rolled up the parchment and gave it to Professor Snape.

"I'll finish it when I come back tonight" I told him

"5:30 p.m. sharp Miss Granger" he said getting up to address his class

"Yes sir" I uttered softly before hurrying out and up two floors to my class. That feeling again that deep yearning was taking hold of my body again. In which case I took hold of my arithmacy book, and busied myself with the load of problems presented on the board. With my mind on the work I could suppress the feeling. Though it was harder this time and no doubt I figured it would be even harder the next time. And I thought to myself, How long I would have before I had to act on them?