Disclaimer: Alright, so I don't own Harry Potter and sure I need to attend some Harry Potter help group but come on....who wouldn't want to write about Snape and Hermione?

Don't kill me for the way Harry acts in this chap. It will make sense. I promise.

Final Test

Tell Me How You Really Feel

Harry tired to talk to Hermione a few more times that afternoon before he gave up. He knew that she was acting weird towards him, but couldn't figure out why. She had never talked to him like that. Hell, she owed him. Out of all the kids in school he chose her. He could have any girl in school, but he wanted her.

"Harry..." whispered Ron, sitting next to him. "Pay attention. Snape is looking right at you."

Harry woke from his thoughts. "Ron, have you noticed Mione acting weird?"

Ron shook his head. "Nah, haven't had a chance to talk to her lately though. Not since before she got sick. Do you think something is up?" Harry shrugged. "Then don't worry about it. If Mione was in trouble we would have gotten hints about it by now. You know."

"Yeah, but don't you fine it odd that she hasn't talked to either one of us in weeks?"

Ron shook his head. "She's a professor. She just doesn't have the time. Besides, we shouldn't worry about her. Dumbledore would have told us something was up when she was sick." Harry nodded, but didn't feel better.

Severus watched the 'Boy Wonder' talking with Weasley. Granted he didn't let his student's talk in his class, but he was too distracted to think. Hermione was expecting him to have this great costume for the Ball and he didn't have a clue as to what to dress up as. He had taken a muggle fairy tale book from the library to get some ideas. But all Hemrione had said was that she wanted to be a princess. How hard was that?

"Your potion should now be a dark crimson. I want you to bottle a sample of it, place it on my desk, clean up and get out of here." he said slipping back into teacher mode. "I want two feet on the uses of this potion on my desk by Tuesday."

The students did as they were told. Harry hung back, waiting for everyone to leave the class room. He picked up his bag and walked up to Severus' desk. Severus examined the viles on his desk and started to mark them. Harry cleared his throat.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" he said haughtly.

"I just wanted to ask if Hermione's been acting differently, from your point of view."

"Professor Granger has been acting like herself if that is what you are asking. I see no reason for you to worry about her. She has recoved and has returned to work. Is that all?"

"Actually, it's not." snapped Harry. "What is up with the rumors about you and her?"

Severus raised an eyebrow and looked up from the potion in front of him. "Miss Granger and I are both professors here, and that is the extent of our relationship. If you are insinuating something then spit it out, boy."

"Well, just so you know, a lot of students have seen you leaving Hermione's room and honestly I doubt that they were mistaken."

"Her-Miss Granger and I have been working on the up-coming ball, if you must know. We do have to spend some time together inorder to arrange it. It is none of your business what Miss Granger does. She is now your professor, and it is time you started treating her as such."

"She may be a professor but that doesn't mean that she has to spend all her time avoiding me," snapped Harry.

"Mr. Potter, contrary to popular belife you are not the center of the univeres. Not every one thinks you are the gods' gift." smirked Severus. "I may just be your professor, but I'm not above telling you that you've turned into a self-centered little gnit, and I'm not the only one that has noticed this. Maybe this is why Miss Granger is avoiding you."

"I-I...Oh bugger!" Harry turned from Severus and stormed out of the classroom.

Severus couldn't help but smile. He had both defended Hermione and pissed 'Boy Wonder' off in one move. Granted, he didn't like having to pertend that nothing was going on between him and Hermione but he had to. He stugged and went back to his grading.

Harry stormed up the stairs from the potions lab and headed for the DADA classroom. He was going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. Hermione was his, and he was not going to let that stuck up, over grown BAT tell him other wise. He just had to show her that he was interested and then everything would be fine. He would have his Hermione back, and Snape could just got to hell. Harry knocked on the class room door.

"Enter."

"Hermine, we need to talk." he said walking in straight up to her desk.

"Harry?" she looked up from her desk. She was startled to see him standing at the other end of her desk. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can tell me why Snape just told me you were avoiding me? He seems to think that you think I've become self-centered. You don't think that, do you?" his eyes pleaded with her.

"Honestly?" he nodded. "Yes, you have." she looked back down at her paper work.
Harry's mouth fell. "You can't be serious?"

Hermione shugged. "Well, you have. Going around like your the king of the world. Thinking that your too good for school work and following the rules."

"And what about us?"

Hermione looked up from her work. This was getting old. "Harry there never was an 'us.' There never will be an 'us.' You need to learn that I'm just not interested in you like that. Ever since our sixth year, you've changed. Hell, Malfoy is more appealing then you are. It's time you grew up and got over it."

Harry looked shocked. "You've got to be kidding." Hermione shook her head. "After all I've done for you!?"

"You will watch your tone." she cautioned him.

"I don't have to do anything! There's someone else. That's it. My Hermione would never talk to me like this." He started pacing in front of her desk. "Someone has corrupted your mind."

"Harry, maybe it's time for you to go." she said cautiously. "I know you have work to do, and there is Quiddtich practice."

"I'm NOT finished!" he yelled. "I will NOT have you talking down to me!"

"Harry, don't make me turn my wand on you." She stood up from her chair and reached for her wand. "You're not right."

"And you are?" he scoffed. "I've heard the rumors about you...sleeping around...teachers and students." He slowly approached Hermione. Soon he was right in her face, "Do you honestly think anyone would love you? No one will love you like I do. No one can take care of you like I can. No one...." Harry's banter was cut short by something hitting him in the back of his head.

Hermione's body when limp. Never had she been so scared. Harry now lay unconscious on her floor. His face turned from that ugly man to the innocent boy she had alway known. She looked up at the person who stopped him from doing something he would have regertted. He red-headed friend stood before her.

"Ron!" she threw he arms around him. "He...he..."

"Shh...I followed him after he started acting weird in potions and stayed after to talk with Snape. Something's wrong." the two of them looked down at their friend.

"Go get Albus. Harry isn't himself."

"I'm not leaving you alone with him." stated Ron.

"She's not, Mr. Weasley." Hermione jumped at the silky voice. "Now go and get Dumbledore."

"Yes, professor." Ron ran out of the room. Leaving Hermione and Severus to keep an eye on Harry.

"Are you alright?" he asked, keeping his distance.

Hermione nodded slightly. "Y-yes."

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Hides behind desk and covers eyes. If they can't see me then they can't hurt me, right? Anywho....that explains why Hermione was acting weird around Harry. He's been acting like a prick. Plus I'm sick of having Ron be the butt of stories so I've made him a lot smarter and braver. Deal with it. I couldn't up date sooner. Haveing problems loading story. Tell me what you think. Just don't kill me.

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