Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter including Harry Potter

A/N: And another point of view, for fun. The end is more important than the rest, but it is all important, it'll come together. Oh and some parts maybe confusing. Between speeches, the words in italics are what he's thinking. I thought that way it'd be less confusing. Anyways, I hope you like it!

The Voice of Reason

Chapter Five: Her Flames

Snape's Point of View

I walked quickly down the hall to my personal quarters. I could eat in peace without immature students and professors bothering me. The whole Dragon Blood fiasco was driving me mad. Enya Scythe was driving me mad. I didn't understand her, which made my blood boil. "Severus!" she shouted down the hall after me.

I felt my stomach leap as she said my name. "I prefer you call me Professor Snape," I said and continued to walk.

"But it's your name, isn't it?" she questioned, keeping a quick pace beside me.

I could lose her once I reached my room. I looked at her briefly, to further prove my point. I noticed my plate in her hands. "Yes, it is my name, but if you're going to act like a student, I'd prefer you'd call me as a student would," I said, keeping a blank glare in her direction.

"You... think I'm acting like a student?" she asked, letting a laugh escape from her thin, polished lips.

"Yes," I replied, and looked back down the hallway.

She seemed offended, but obviously she would be. She stopped in her tracks. "Why?" she questioned, like she was a young child that didn't understand why they were being scolded.

I stopped, but there was a large gap between where we stood. I felt that it was necessary to raise my voice. "Why?" I shouted down the hallway. "Why? What the hell do you do in your school? You act like the students you hang around with! You're unprofessional," I looked at the burn on her hand. "You stroll around the school as if you have some sort of purpose! You just get in the way, constantly. You're immature. Do you think I enjoy that you pick pieces of my food? Do you think I enjoy your company?"

"Do you think I enjoy your company? I had heard great things about you, Professor Snape. Who knew it'd be some old, stuck up... guy... with a large object shoved up his," she looked around to see if there were any students wandering the hallways. "Behind," she stated quietly. I watched a stunning fire burn in her eyes. "I do not enjoy your company Professor Snape. I tried to, trust me, I did. You are a terrible teacher, you do not interact with your students and I cannot stand people like you."

She started to walk away from me, but before she could briskly walk by me I grabbed her arm and pulled her back in front of me. I felt myself melt on the inside as I stared into her eyes. The flames of hate and anger burned fiercely, but my knees grew weak. I wasn't sure how to act. I didn't know what to say to her. "Don't you dare walk away from me, Miss. Scythe, I was not finished." I glared at her uneasily and felt my stomach churn. "I had not heard of you," I wish I had. "From what I've seen so far, you have nothing going for you," Besides your gorgeous eyes and stunning style. "We do not need another teacher like you in the profession." Because then I would loose my job. "I wish your school didn't catch on fire because then I would have never met you."

My last sentence was a flat out lie. I let the words spill out to feel better than her, even though I knew I wasn't. Instead of some great comeback that I was expecting, tears began to form in her eyes. Something inside of me cracked. She could have walked away, she could have hit me or cursed at me, but she just stood there. Her eyes lowered away from me. "Are you finished?" she asked quietly.

"Yes." No, I want to take it all back. I bent over to grab the napkin off of my plate. "I'm..." I couldn't say sorry, as much as I wanted to. I noticed a small flame on her gown. "You're-"I was still stuttering like a fool.

I stomped the flame out, but a felt my foot crush something as a loud crunching noise was heard. She cursed loudly. "What the hell are you doing?" she questioned, shoving me back.

"You're dress was on fire," I said, handing her the napkin. "I'm truly sorry."

She ignored the napkin, and let it fall to the ground. I heard a sneeze from down the hallway. A small chuckle came after. "She's allergic to bullshit!" I recognized Miss. Walken's voice immediately.

Her friend's laughter echoed down the hallway. Scythe spoke once more. "It seems as if you have a small skipper problem, Professor Snape." Please say my name once more. I loved the chills it sent up my spine. "I have to work on a scavenger hunt. Do me a favour and don't come. I've had enough of you for one day."

I watched her walk away, and then turned to the two students who now stood before me. I grit my teeth at them. "You ruined everything!" I shouted at them.

Christine Walken shrugged. "It's not like you actually were doing a great job," she said.

Her friend kicked the ground. "I'm sure she'll forgive you, sir."

At least the one is polite. "What class are you two supposed to be in?" I questioned them.

"Herbology," Miss. Walken shrugged.

"Can I trust you two to go there?" I questioned once more.

"Probably not," her friend said. "Do you feel it is necessary to escort us?"

A sigh escaped my lips. "I'll be late for my class, but yes, I do."

We began walking to where the class had already begun. My class would probably leave in a few minutes, guessing it'd be an instant spare. "Do you have feelings for my teacher?" Christine asked.

"No," I replied and added an eye roll.

"Then why do you yell at her?" her friend asked.

"I shouldn't need to have this conversation with you two," I said. I stepped into their classroom. I stated, "I found a couple of skippers, they're yours," to Professor Sprout and left quickly.

I walked rather fast to my classroom, so the students wouldn't leave. I rushed into the classroom, and quickly counted the children. No one had skipped. I smiled for a moment to myself and sat down in Professor McGonnigal's desk. I opened my mouth to speak, but I realized Potter, Weasley and Granger were already in an in depth conversation. I let their words seep into my ears. "I'm just saying it's not like him to apologize, nor to actually pick up my books," Hermione Granger said.

"He obviously wants to get on your good side," Ron Weasley said.

"Or he wasn't thinking. He's been off lately," Harry Potter said.

"Well he was nice. Why isn't he always like that?" she asked.

Crabbe and Goyle spoke up, without their leader being around. "He's been a real pussy lately," Crabbe said.

Goyle shook his head in agreement. "I don't know what his problem is," he said.

"I wouldn't say it's a problem," Miss. Granger said.

I decided to cut in. "I couldn't help overhearing," while I was eavesdropping. "Who are you talking about?" I asked.

The uneven number of students stared blankly at me. Hermione Granger finally spoke to me, "Draco Malfoy," she said quietly. "I'm going to thank him when I see him."

I nodded. It seemed as if he was having worse problems than I was. "Thank you Miss. Granger," I said. I then spoke to the class, "Sorry I was late," I started. "I am substituting for Professor McGonnigal since she is helping Professor Scythe."

I started to teach the disappointed class. I ignored their groans and moans. I made a mental note to talk to Draco Malfoy and to avoid Professor Scythe. Teaching was more important than a single teacher, and she would only cause more problems. For some reason, she was branded into my thoughts.