~Author's note~
Hi pple, this is a new story!!! I thought of this just yesterday! Rating is for a little later. Hope you like!
*Now on with the story:
Prologue: Welcome Back to Hogwarts
Snape sat in his office, it was still two days before the next term started, but he had come early to get his things ready. As he sat there. He looked over at the 6th year student list. He was having fun and thinking of how to torture each student when he came upon the name he most hated: Hermione Granger.
She was a know-it-all, who got A's in every class, no matter how hard the teacher was. But not this year, he mused, this year I'm going to make her suffer.
So he set out making a list off all the things that he could do to her. He knew that by now, if he lowered her grade, she wouldn't pay any attention because it was him that did it.
No, he would have to think of something to make her weak. To remind her that she was just a stupid mud-blood.
Snape's thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledor, who had entered the classroom.
"Thinking of new 'teaching methods' Severus?" he asked.
"Yeah," Snape answered. If he noticed the headmaster's humor, he chose not to show it.
"Look, I'm really busy-" started Snape.
"Yes, but at the request of a student, I need to speak with you." Dumbledor countered.
"What? Is it Longbottom, look no matter how many times I help him, he will never-"
"No, it is not Mr. Longbottom, though I daresay he needs it, no it's Miss Granger who had requested some assistance before the school year starts." If Dumbledor had heard Snape groan, he chose not to hear it.
"I will leave you two alone," Dumbledor said, as he stepped aside to reveal Hermione.
"Look, prof-"
"I don't care why you are here, just tell why you need help!" he said, his voice like ice.
"I need help on some of the potions in this book that I was reading-" she stopped when he yanked the book out of her hands. He look at it, and had to admit that he was impressed at her reading skills. This is a book that I hadn't read until college… his mind wandered as he look at the potions.
"Well, it says here that you need some wolfs bane, unicorn hair and horn-"
"It's not the ingredients, read a bit further," she told him.
He read until he came upon a paragraph of small print. It read:
Mix with love, hate, and power to make a life and get a shower.
What the hell could that mean, he wondered.
"Well?" she asked.
"I have no clue what it means, Granger, no clue. Maybe if you would stop reading books far too advanced for you, you wouldn't have to come to me!" he exclaimed.
"Fine!" she said as she left the room, the book in her hand.
As she left, Snape noticed that there a was a little vile of the potion on the table, where she had left it. He carefully placed it on his desk, and went back to work.
Harry and Ron boarded the Hogwarts Express together. They had both gotten letter from Hermione saying that she was already at school. But why? they both wondered.
They spent the whole ride in idle chatter, and were happy when they saw Hermione as they got off.
"I missed both of you!" she shrieked, as she led them to the Great Hall.
"Herm, why were you here so early?" Ron asked.
"I'll tell you later, it really doesn't matter though," she brushed the question off.
All three sat down in their usual places and waited for all the new first years to be sorted. As Dumbledor made his remarks, Hermione could feel her stomach grumble. And when the food came, she gorged herself.
"Jeeze Granger, what are you eating for two?!" Hermione turned around to face Malfoy.
"No," she said, keeping her cool,
"But I heard you are." At this, a group of Griffindor's started into peals of laughter.
"Oh, cool, but how would you know, everyone knows that you're still a virgin!" he smirked as him and his goons walked off.
Hermione was about to jump out of her seat when Harry pulled her back.
"It's no use," he said,
"Just let him go."
"Ok," she agreed,
"For now, but he won't get away for that one."
Snape, who had been close enough to hear Malfoy's remarks, smiled to himself. Well, I think I know a way I can make her life a living hell.