~Author's note~

Thanks to all my reviewers! As for the fucking idiots who seem to think that I haven't read the books, you need to fuck off because you are so wrong! I actually own all 5 (in hard cover) and am in LOVE with the books! As for those who think I can't spell, yes I may have spelled a character's name wrong (everyone is entitled to mistakes!), but it is because my computer is down stairs while the books are upstairs in my room. Therefore I didn't have time (being as busy as I have been with my dad's memorial service because he died on the Monday before Christmas, quite unexpectedly) to check the proper spelling. Also, bad spelling does runs in my family (no this is not a justification, but I have always been a bad speller and I love spell-check!) so if you think that I cannot spell, blame the spell-checker on my comp. I also would be more than delighted if one of you would be my beta reader. But the spelling of the words has no effect on the content of the story. Yes, it effects how you read it, but not the plot. So, if you would like to review in the future, please comment on the plot.

And for my publication, no it was not in a junior- high magazine. I entered a contest and they picked my short story ( and no, it wasn't just a random pick-and-choose) to be published in a book of short stories that gets published every year. One of my poems is also going to be published in a book of poetry and is a semi-finalist in a contest (grand prize is $1000). I know that these aren't big feats, but since I want to be a writer, it is a foot in the door. I also LOVE writing. I feel that it is a miracle that you can move people with words. And the fact that my work was good enough for other people, is one of the highest complements that I could ever hope to get.

*Now on with the story*

Ch2: Detention

Hermione walked into potions class the next day, with a look of utter contempt on her face. She was totally convinced that she would steer clear of Snape the entire day.

Snape smiled as she entered the classroom. He had every intention of spending lots of time with Hermione. He started the class off with another potion. This one different and more complicated than even Hermione had ever done.

What the hell is he playing at? Her mind wandered.

As class ended, there came a cry of pure glee from the students, including Hermione, for she had done nothing wrong throughout that whole entire class period.

"Detention! All of you!" came Snape's harsh voice,

"Yes, even the Slytherins!" he yelled.

As Hermione turned to leave, she heard the potions master call,

"Miss Granger, you can serve your detention now, with me." She suppressed a groan as all the other students turned leave. She moved in front of his desk, this time prepared.

"Why the hell-" she started to say, but her mouth was covered with his. Slowly, Snape lifted her unto his desk as his lips traveled down to her neck.

"Please, no," came her cry, for she knew that she was not ready for this, not with Snape.

Snape, ignoring her cry, began to take off her robe. He gasped when he saw her soft skin glitter in the candle light of the classroom.

His hands caressed her breasts as he scooted further onto the desk. Soon his mouth followed the suit. She let out a cry that came out as a gasp when his teeth nipped the hardened nipples.

Quickly, he took off his own shirt and, despite her attempts to break free, guided her hands across his bare chest. When his hands, on top of hers, began to move lower and lower, she tried again to break free. This time, she succeeded in knocking over a little glass vile that had carried a potion.

Hermione assumed that the potion was just something that Snape had been working on. She had no idea that this particular vile had belonged to her only the previous summer.

Snape cursed at the broken vile, but continued with his plan. His wand quickly cleaned up the glass, but not the potion. He decided that it could wait. When he was about to plunge into her, he felt a tear trickle down her face and onto his hand.

Shit! his mind screamed. As he slowly got up and began to get dressed. Hermione, stunned by this action, imitated Snape's actions.

When they were both dressed, Hermione turned on his,

"What the hell was that about? You tried to-"

"Yes, I tried to rape you. But, I-I couldn't, can't." he turned around so she would see him cry,

"Just-Just go!" he ordered. He waited until she had left to start cleaning up the mess. He immediately recognized that potion as Hermione's.

Mix with love, hate, and power to make a life and get a shower. The words echoed in his head. He attempted to shake them off, but he soon found himself wanting to understand the meaning.

He began to research them, but to no avail. As he tried to keep his mind busy, his thoughts kept floating back to Hermione. What she had said, and what he had almost done.

Before, I couldn't wait to rape her, to show her who is boss, but now… Now I feel disgusted with myself for even trying… He sighed, and soon fell asleep at his desk.

Hermione went to dinner that night, feeling very violated.

How dare he try and take advantage of me like that! The nerve! But while she remembered what had happened, she couldn't help but also remember what his response had been.

It sounded like he was crying, her mind told her,

But was he? She had no idea, but she knew that she wanted to put her mind as far from him as possible. But she couldn't help but notice that he wasn't at the head table.

"Hermione?" came Ron's voice through the food in his mouth.

"Huh?" she asked, looking quiet confused.

"We were trying to get your attention for like 5 minutes," Harry answered,

"Are you sure you are all right?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Look, I'm gonna go up to bed." she explained as she got up and left. When she had gone, Ron turned to Harry,

"What's eatin' her?"

"I don't know," Harry responded. They ate the rest of their meal in silence, not having any clue that their best friend was up in her room, crying until she fell asleep.