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Professor Snape stared in the mirror in horror. How had this happened? How could he be a teenager again? He tried to pat down the mass of hair he had now. It was so different from his normally straight black greasy hair. Well if this was what your hair went like when you washed it he was glad he left his greasy. After finally giving up on his new hair he went back to his thoughts. Like it hadn't been bad enough the first time, he'd hated his teenage years. And to top it all off he was faced with yet another Potter to make his life a misery. He had to find a way to get through it; after all it would only be for a few days. He was Professor Severus Snape after all, and something as trivial as this was nothing to him. Not wanting to partake in Ron and Harry's childish conversation about the new toiletry habits of Hermione, he carefully crept out of the toilets. Snape rushed quickly down the corridors of Hogwarts. All he needed now was a strong drink and a good night's sleep. Everything would sort itself out in the morning.

Hermione emerged from the toilet bright red. She had half hoped that Ron and Harry would have left or at least moved on to a new conversation, they hadn't. The fits of giggles started up again. Why did she hang out with these two? It was glaringly obvious that they had the intellect of a dung beetle and a very immature dung beetle at that. "So Hermione how does it feel to be inside the body of Snape?" Hermione glanced down at Ron, who shivered at the evil look she had given him. It was surprising how easy the glare was to pull off. "Fine, as long as we aren't caught. If you two hadn't wanted this stupid spell in the first place none of this would have happened." Ron and Harry tried to look guilty, after all Hermione was right. If discovered they would all be expelled at the very least. But the little boys inside them were filled with delight. They could think of no better way to annoy Snape than to turn him into a teenage girl. And the best thing was there was nothing he could do about it. "You're right but you have to admit Snape in the body of a girl is quite funny?" Ron smiled, what he thought was a charming carefree smile at Hermione. After all the spell was intended to help him win Hermione's heart. "My God imagine what will happen when he gets to the girls dorm." Ron and Harry smiled with glee. It was at this point that Hermione noticed that Snape was no longer in the toilets.

Snape wandered into the dungeon, home at last he thought. Right now all he needed was a drink. He reached for the secret supply of whisky he kept in his bottom draw. He kept it there to drink after particularly traumatic lessons. Normally these were ones that involved Neville Longbottom and others like him. Tomorrow he would work out what needed to be done; somehow he would get his own back on Potter. He took a swig from the bottle and found his thoughts drifting back towards Hermione. The girl showed great potential. A spell as complicated as that was not normally achieved until well into a wizard or witches career. But it had come to her naturally, if only all his pupils were like that. However if they were there would probably be no need for him anymore. Snape glanced down at the floor of his dungeon and noticed two saucer shaped eyes glaring back, it was Mrs Norris. And Snape could hear the foot steps of Filch the caretaker. Snape wondered what terrible things the pupils had been up to this time. Well at least he no longer had the likes of Fred and George Weasley to put up with any more. He had hoped the school would be quieter once they left, however their joke shop ensured that their reign of terror continued. Still whatever it was it could not be as bad as what Potter and his friends had done.

Snape walked to the door to meet Filch and was greeted by an almighty shout. "You girl, what do you think you're doing in Professor Snape's dungeon." Snape looked around to see who Filch was shouting at but saw no one. He had always thought Filch was a bit strange. After all what kind of man was that close to his cat? Filch shouted again. "I said what do you think you're doing in Professor Snape's dungeon. You deaf of something?" Filch was now face to face with Snape. "Are you talking to me? What on earth is wrong with you? Can't you see I am Professor Snape?" Filch snorted. "You just wait I'll have you on a month of detentions for this. Being cheeky to me, trying to impersonate a teacher, drinking intoxicating liquor." The realisation of what he looked like suddenly dawned on him. He no longer looked like Professor Snape, he looked like Hermione Granger. What on earth was his going to do?

Hermione billowed down the corridor. She could get use to this. Ron and Harry were following close behind. Thoughts rushed through Hermione's head. What if Snape had been caught? Would he say anything? And if so what would happen to her? As she rounded the corner she saw Filch stood shouting at Snape. Snape looked like he was going to cry. This was a whole side of him that Hermione had not seen. She was so use to the hard unemotional Snape. He looked so small and vulnerable now. Admittedly he was in her body so he was small but the vulnerable bit was new.She marched up to Filch suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge to protect Snape and it wasn't just because he was in her body.

Ron and Harry stood behind Hermione. They could see the tears welling up in Snape's eyes. He'd been caught breaking the rules, a thing that would never normally happen. They both giggled; at last he would get a taste of his own medicine. With this information they would be able to tease him for weeks. Any fear they had once had of him had gone. There would be no stopping the pair now. Snape would never be able to get to them.

Hermione, unlike the boys, was not amused. She knew she had to think fast in order to get them out of this mess. "Thank you Mister Filch. I will deal with this now." Filch glanced up at Hermione. It was obvious that he wanted to stay and watch the punishment. Hermione glanced down at Snape. There was only one way to get out of this. "Miss Granger you will report for detention with me tomorrow night. After that I will decide what further punishment you will receive." A look of contempt flashed across Snape's face but it was soon replaced with one of relief. "Now if you don't mind Filch I wish to go to bed. I'm sure these students can find their own way back to their common room." Filch looked slightly disappointed that more extreme action had not be taken, but did as Hermione said. All four breathed a sigh of relief as he and Mrs Norris skulked off.

"I take it that was just for show?" Snape spat out. Hermione glanced down at him. The tears that had been welling up in his eyes had gone, they had been replaced with a long hard stare. At the very least he could have thanked her for saving them all. Men, they are all the same she thought. "No, I think you deserve a detention. A man of your intellect." She could see Ron and Harry to the side mouthing "Your intellect" to each other and rolling their eyes, she chose to ignore them. "Should have know that the smartest thing to do would have been to stick together. Instead you decided to wander off by yourself and nearly get us all caught." Snape tried to protest but Hermione silenced him. "I'm sure if it had been the other way round you would have done the same thing." Ron and Harry nodded. "Oh yes you would have been straight in there with the detentions." Hermione glared at the two of them. She knew they didn't like Snape but they didn't have to rub it in. "Look we're all tired it's probably best if we all just go to bed now. Ron, Harry take Professor Snape back to the common room. We'll all meet up in the Great Hall tomorrow. Until then please stay out of trouble." The last bit was said in a pleading voice. She knew exactly what Harry and Ron were like. Even just walking back to the common room they could get into serious trouble. The boys smiled at Hermione. " Of course we won't see you in the morning!" And with that they headed off.

Hermione watched Snape, Harry and Ron wander off towards the Gryffindor common room. That had been a close one; the game had nearly been given away. Hermione was actually beginning to enjoy being Snape. People had respect for her, even Ron and Harry seemed to be a little afraid of her. She could get use to being like this. Still it would all be over in a few days and she would go back to being boring Hermione Granger. Perhaps she would find some way to make herself more exciting when she went back to her normal self. After all black was a very flattering colour and she was sure given a bit of practise she could pull of a semi decent glare. There was still at least another day and a half left of the spell and she intended to enjoy it but she was suddenly feeling sleepy. She headed towards the bedroom. She hoped that unlike his hair, Snape kept his bedroom tidy. She opened the door and stood back shocked this was not the room she had been expecting. Hermione didn't know if she was scared or amused, so she just stared....