A/N: Here you go, Chapter Three. From the way this is going, I'm guessing it'll be pretty long. If you were looking for a short little story, I'm sorry but I don't think you'll find it here. Anyway, Read, Review and I'll update faster! Got it? Ok, Enjoy!

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So the train pulled up to the platform, and Severus slipped further into the shadows, not wanting to be seen. Off came the squabbling teenagers who could only think of their personal lives, instead of the real reason they were going to Hogwarts. 'Stupid bunch of nitwits' Severus thought gravely.

Off they came in hundreds, from the nervous first years, winding their new robes around their sticky little fingers and biting their lips in anticipation, all the way up to the scantily clad female seventh years and the boys who were hooting in appreciation. Basically a bunch of youths, with no idea their dreaded Potions Master was waiting just a few short steps away, in the shadows. Waiting.

Finally, as the last few people ambled off the train with no major incident occurring, he saw her. The girl who had unconsciously haunted his dreams, both while he was sleeping, and awake, for the past 6 weeks. Why he had suddenly got this particular girl in his head was no surprise to him. She was so much like him it was scary. But she was a lot prettier than him. Yes, a lot prettier he had to admit. Even more beautiful this year, with the no-school-uniform rule for the seventh years. She was dressed in a simple pair of muggle jeans and a blue top, which was so plain compared to the things some of the other girls were wearing, it made her stand out even more. Flanked with Potter and Weasley on each side, she looked happy and safe.

Why he cared though, was beyond him. After all, she was only a student. With this last thought in his mind, he stepped out from his hiding spot and began barking out insults and orders left, right and centre.

Harry had seen the potions master long before anyone else. His Quiddich training had taught him to become more aware of his surroundings, and as a result of this, he easily spotted the brooding man leaning up against the platform wall. Funny thing was, he was staring at them. Them being him, Ron and Hermione of course. At first he thought Snape was just glancing over, but later on, it became apparent he was gazing fixedly at their little group. Who he was looking at though, was a mystery. He didn't appear to be disgusted with whatever – or whomever – he was looking at though, which led Harry to believe it couldn't possibly be one of them. Snape hated each and every one of his students … didn't he?

Yes, he did.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the platform, Draco Malfoy was being pawed by a certain Pansy Parkinson - and he didn't like it. Ever since he had spotted Granger on the platform back at Kings Cross, he could only think of how to get her into his bed. As horrible as it was, he was still a teenage boy, and still had hormones to control. Or not control, as the case may be. So far, he had come to the conclusion that she would not come willingly. That was pretty obvious though, so he needed to seek another man's advice. Who else would Draco ask, but his godfather? He knew Severus wouldn't be overly interested in which girl he was paying attention to, but would be concerned in making sure Draco got what he wanted. In this case, he wanted Granger. Oh he knew he was a spoilt little brat, but he liked it that way.

Getting what you wanted every time never wore thin for him.

The students stood around chatting amicably for a while, until Snape stepped out and started yelling. After that, every single student rushed to the relative places they were supposed to be, and by rushed, I mean sprinted. The first years to the boats with Hagrid jogging along in front, and the other years to the apparently horseless carriages. All except three people. Professor Snape, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy. These three would have to share a carriage, Draco and Hermione being Head Boy and Girl, and Snape being the head of house for Slytherin. Professor McGonagall was somewhat … held up, by a large mess on the train involving several flobberworms and a firecracker, ad therefore could not ride with the others.

This left Draco with a perfect opportunity to signal with his godfather, that he wanted to speak with him. He raised one of his eyebrows in Snapes direction, and received an eyebrow raise in return, telling him his message as sent and confirmed. Now all he had to do was send some well placed signals to Granger, telling her he was interested.

A little touch of the knee let her know he was interested all right, and with a certain air of disgust, she moved her leg out of reach, and continued staring out of the window. The two students didn't notice the narrowed eyes of the Potions Master, and the curled lip, which usually signalled he was angry about something. In this case, he was angry at his so called Godson. What was he playing at anyway? He had always detested Miss Granger, why all the attention now?

Well, that question was answered with a single look at the girl in question. She was a quite the looker. Pity Draco didn't appreciate her for her wit and intelligence. He was sure all his dear ward cared about, was 'getting some'. Which was truly a shame for dear Malfoy, as he highly doubted Miss Granger would let herself be exploited and dropped like some common piece of trash. No, he was sure she would have some pride. Even if most of the other young ladies in her year didn't.

Yes, this was probably what Draco wanted to speak with him about. 'How to get Miss Granger into his bed' he thought, disgusted. The real truth of the matter was, Draco Malfoy probably had more of a shot with her then he did. This angered him considerably. And Mr Malfoy thinks I'll be able to help, does me … well, we'll just see about that' he thought, and with one last glance in her direction, he settled down into his little corner, and smirked all the way back to the castle.

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