(A/N: Here is the next chapter, sorry it took so long. I had some trouble writing it. As a heads up I'm going to be going on vacation this week and I may not get anything up for a while.)
"Who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Harry as the three headed for that class.
"Frankly, I don't know," answered Hermione, "Dumbledore didn't introduce any new professors at the opening feast."
"I don't remember seeing any new professors either," added Ron.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and find out," remarked Hermione.
Once every one was seated for class Professor Snape entered the room.
"Snape's the new Dark Arts professor?" asked Ron in shock and disgust.
"Then who's teaching potions?" asked a scared Neville who sat with the trio.
"As you all maybe wondering why I am here teaching this class, I'll explain," announced Snape, "Due to the fact that there are no suitable replacements for this position, I have the sheer pleasure of teaching this particular class. Each capable professor has taken on the duty of teaching at least one class of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have the fortunate duty of educating this particular class. Any questions?"
(A/N: Sorry to break in right in the middle like this but please note the sarcasm in Snape's speech.)
"I've got a question," mumbled Ron, "Can we opt for a replacement?"
"Shh," hushed Hermione.
"What was the Mr. Wesley?" demanded Snape, "Do you have a question or were you just muttering nonsense?"
"I have a question professor," broke in Hermione saving Ron for a difficult situation, which would have easily led to a detention.
Snape sighed turning to Hermione and asked, " What would that be Ms. Granger?"
"Is your teaching this class going to be a permanent thing?"
"No, Professor Dumbledore is currently in the search of a person to permanently fill the position, any other questions? Good, now everyone turn to page twenty-four. We'll be starting there."
At the end of class all the fifth year Gryffindors left Defense Against Dark Arts with their heads hanging low. Their experience with Snape in that class was not what you would call pleasant.
"A three scroll paper, due Monday!" cried out Ron.
"Guess what we're going to have to do this weekend?" remarked Harry/
"Hogsmeade weekend too!" added Ron.
"You want to know the worst of it?" asked Hermione, "We have potions next."
"You have got to be kidding me! Snape followed by more Snape?" remarked Ron.
"She's not kidding," replied Harry double-checking his schedule.
"We're done for," exasperated Ron, "If ever Snape gets mad in Defense Against the Dark Arts it'll carry over into Potions."
"Hopefully Dumbledore will find someone to take the position," remarked Hermione.
"Hopefully soon," added Harry.
(A/N: Sorry for the super shortness and the lack of thought but that's the way it worked out.)