A/N: I got two reviews already! Woo-hoo! and one of my favorite authors updated today..well, actually probably yesterday..so I decided that I should update today!

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"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled through the portrait, "HURRY UP WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE TO BREAKFAST!" A group of first yearn Hufflepuffs scurried away.

"Ron! Act your age! Honestly.." Hermione scolded as she walked out of her rooms.

"Well..I'm hungry.."Ron meekly explained.

"Well, why don't we stop talking and go eat." Harry suggested.

So, the trio walked down to the great hall.

"Great! Eggs and ham and bacon and sausage"Ron started.

"Ronald Weasley! I swear, you could eat more then a Hippogriff!" Hermione, finally 'fed up' with ron, exclaimed as she went off to sit with Ginny.

"Um, maybe you shouldn't sit with her today, Ron." Harry said gently.

"Perhaps you're right." Ron said, even though he went and sat next to Hermione anyways.

As Hermione entered with Harry and Ron, Professor Severus Snape was watching dicreetly fom the high table. He almost caught himself smiling when he saw her tell the Weasley brat off.

"Gods, she's beautiful.."He thought.

"But you don't deserve her," said the little voice in his head, "She's so innocent compared to you, you ugly git.

"But I really do love her." said the first voice.

"You must wish her to die then. You are a death eater, Vodemort will kill her."

"I don't want her to die! I want her to live, with me, where I can keep her safe!"

"You can't keep her safe. You'll be the death of her. YOU WILL KILL HER."

It was at that moment that he got up and left the Great Hall, robes billowing behind him.

Hermione, oblivious to Professor Snape's internal torment, was sitting at the Gryffindor table reading Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles by Wilhelm Wigworthy and scoffing at everything that was incorrect. "Muggles do not typically cook over open flames, they don't have mand eating vacuums, and they do have something similar to wizarding photos! What do you call movies?!" Hermione thought incredously. Hermione looked up, just in time to see Professor snape leave the Great Hall. "At least he isn't limping." observed Hermione. "Harry, Ron, it's time to go. You need to get to NEWT Divination. I've got NEWT Potions. I'll meet you at Hagrid's after for Care of Magical Creatures, NEWT level." "Ugh, time for more death premonitions."Harry complained.

A/N: Next chapter, Potions NEWT level. I think in NEWT level classes all of the house will be represented (as do quite a bit of other people) so plan on a small mixed class.