Author's Note: Alright you guys. I know your all probably wondering why I haven't updated in a while. I'll tell you. I decided to go to Alberta for a week or two, to visit family. This was something I just shouldn't have done in the first place. I had to wait for a discount thingy so I could take the bus back, and when I got it the fires were starting to happen all over bc and Alberta. So I got stuck here. My grandmother, who I'm staying with, doesn't have the internet. And its really hard to find a computer that does. But, my brother finally got the internet and I'm finally getting to update.

Sorry for everyone who really wanted the next chapter sooner.

Chapter 3 ...Gets burned

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

I could hear my heart beat against my chest, like a race horse's hooves against the ground. It was as though I was holding my heart right next to my ear. I was the criminal waiting for their executioner to deal the deadly blow.

My executioner stood right before me, his hands on his hips, his mysterious eyes looking down his long nose, like I was just some pesky bug wasting his time. The irritation was easy to read on his face, he wasn't even trying to hide it. I just wanted to curl up and hide from him. Of course, I wasn't about to admit that to him. Too satisfying to Snape.

And I don't want to satisfy Snape, not at all. No, the first thing would be to keep my mouth shut while he spoke. Then to just nod and agree with him, as he lecturers me. Everything should be fine then.

"Tell me Hermione," Snape began. Uh oh. "What possessed you to act as indignantly as you just did?"

Peer pressure.

"I don't know." I mumbled.

"You don't know?" He repeated sounding unconvinced. "Shall I keep you in detention until you do know?"

"You're making this difficult," I muttered as quietly as possible.

"I'm making this difficult." He chuckled. "All you have to do is answer my question."

"But Professor, I did answer your question." I smiled sweetly. "I don't know why I did what I did. I've been having these terrible mood swings lately, but I think I know why."

Snape raised his eyebrow.

"Well it's the first week of this month, and usually I get my time of the month in the second week, so I must be PMSing really badly this week."

Suddenly Snape didn't look too hot. I wonder if skin should be that pale? Any whiter and I'll be able to see his bones. And as intriguing as that might be, I'll have to pass.

"Sir, I really don't feel so good at the moment," I dropped my gaze, and placed my hand on my throat. "May I return to my room? I'm sure if I take a short nap, I'll be fine."

Snape's eyes were still bulging out of his head. Slowly, he nodded.

Oh, I'm good.

I twirled around.

"Don't forget Miss Granger," Snape's voice echoed in the hallway, "you've got a detention after dinner in the Potions classroom."

Damn it!

It was going to be a very long day.

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I dragged my feet, gaze downcast. I was still the victim of the executioner. Today is the day I'm going to be sentenced to death. Or at least something close to death. I wonder if I should just jump off the highest tower in Hogwarts, if that will save me from this fate? Hmmm, probably not. Snape would just find some way to conjure my soul back up here, and I would be stuck in detention for the rest of my after life. Oh, no, that's definitely not something I'm willing to do.

Plus I'd probably faint before I could jump.

Which gave me an Idea.

What if I faint during detention? He'll have to take me to the infirmary. And then...well then I'd be stuck doing detention some other day.

No it would be best if I just did it now, and got it over with.

I stepped into the Potions classroom. A chill ran up my spine.

The room was dark. Only three candles burning allowed any visual of the room.

Creepy.

Did Snape forget about detention? No, that's not like him. He wouldn't forget his torture sessions, not even for one little minute. It would be pure dreaming to have him forget. A dream that might just come true for me if he doesn't show up in the next five minutes.

The door shut behind me.

And my dreams are dashed away, just like that.


I turned around.

OH MY GOD!!!! It's Snape....how surprising.

He wasn't dressed in his usual robes, although he was still dressed in all black. His legs were covered in midnight black slacks. He also wore a long sleeved nylon shirt, covered with a black vest that looked kind of like leather. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which I found oddly strange. He's never had his hair up before, at least that I could remember.

I raised my eyebrow.

He held something in his hand. I strained to see what it was, but with it being so dark it was hard. Snape stepped forward, and I finally saw what it was.

My eyes widened.

Snape held a long, black whip. Which wasn't surprising.

The color, not the whip.

I mean how often do you see your teachers, walking around grasping long, black, leather whips? And it doesn't count if you're in a fetish school.

To be continued....

Bear with me all, I really don't remember where I left off last.

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