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Hermione had been sitting in the common room staring at a house plant for a full ten minutes before she realized she needed to do something before she went insane. She looked over at Harry and Ron, her sweet little boys. Her sweet little boys that caused mayhem and incredible chaos that shook the school's very foundation. Whatever they were up to, it couldn't be good. "What are you two doing? Scheming Malfoy's demise?" Ron looked shocked, and looked up from the notebook he and Harry were leaning over. "No! Well…not Malfoy's." Hermione sighed, got up snatched the book away, ignoring Ron and Harry protests. It read-

Ways to kill Snape

1.) Tie him to a pole in the Forbidden Forest and leave him there.

2.) Tell Hagrid he raped Hermione.

3.) Tell him McGonagall lusts after him, and let him kill himself.

The list went on and on. Hermione sighed lovingly. Yes, those were defiantly her boys. So predictable. Then she remembered.

"Speaking of Snape," she said handing them back their list, "I have to plan the Halloween Fair with him." "What! Well, sucks to be you!" said Ron immaturely. Harry just shook his head, smiling slightly. "What? You think this amusing?" demanded Hermione angrily. "Oh nothing," replied Harry, now smirking "it just will probably be hard for you to be around him. What with your crush on him, it will probably be very uncomfortable for you." Hermione felt her face fill with heat. "I do not have a crush on him! I hate him!" "Then why are you blushing?" asked Harry smoothly. "I'm blushing because the very thought of that man disgusts me and makes me nauseas. And being nauseas makes me feverish which is why I'm blushing!" explained Hermione with gusto. Harry started giggling like an eight-year-old-girl. "Ha ha ha! You like Sna-ape! You like Sna-ape! You want to kiss him!" taunted Harry in a sing-song voice. Ron looked at Hermione jealousy swimming in his eyes. "I don't like him." said Hermione earnestly looking directly at Ron. Harry was still laughing like an idiot, "You want to French kiss him!" Harry started making smoochy noises. "Your one to talk! At least I don't like my best friend's little sister!" That shut Harry up pretty fast. Ron's head snapped to Harry "You like Ginny!" demanded Ron mutinously. 'This looks like a good time to leave' thought Hermione racing up to her private dorm and locking her door. Smiling slightly at getting Harry in trouble with Ron, she walked to her bed and collapsed on it. She felt parchment on her cheek, and lifted her head. There was a letter on her pillow.

Dear Hermione,

I hope you are well. Please meet with Professor Snape at 6:00 pm in the potions classroom to make the Fair arrangements. Please try to be nice.

-Albus Dumbledore

"Nooo!" moaned Hermione; she was not in the mood to deal with anyone, let alone Snape. She looked at the clock; 5:00. "Urrrgghh!" she groaned in a very un-ladylike sort of way. Ron was right! It does suck to be her!

Severus-

After the meeting Severus walked back to the dungeons, all the while thinking of the Granger girl. "Intriguing Girl." He spoke aloud. She was not all-together unattractive, he thought. Though the bushy hair, and insufferable attitude were a definite turn off.

'Poor girl, only 5'2" at most. It must be so hard trying to appear superior with the other girls towering over her.' Thought Severus amusedly. Approaching the potions classroom he saw that there was a note sticking out of the door jam. It was from Albus.

Dear Severus,

You must meet with Hermione at 6:00in the potions classroom to make plans for the Halloween Fair. Please be nice to her, you know how sensitive girls her age are in regards to a males opinion of them. NO name-calling.

-Albus

Severus groaned exhaustedly. He was getting to old for this and this was saying something, seeing as how he was only 35 barely an adult by wizarding standards.