Disclaimer: Severus Snape and company all are the property of J.K. Rowling, I do not own the rights to him or his world in any way shape or form (I just like to play there). Rosemary Grene is an original character I created for ht epurpose of this recreational story, not to gain any sort of monetary compensation.
Glancing up from her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, Hermione smiled as Neville entered the common room. She waved him over, and he sank gratefully into the chair opposite her.
"How was your meeting with Professor Snape?" she asked amicably.
"Great," said Neville dreamily, "it wasn't Snape at all; it was that new teacher, Professor Grene."
"Really?" asked Hermione with interest. "What did she have to say?"
"She's going to help me with my potions lessons. She's so great…" He sighed.
"Who's great?" asked Ron, as he and Harry joined them.
"Professor Grene," said Neville. His eyes glassed over a bit as he stared into the fire, his mind drifting over the evening's events.
"She's not too bad on the eyes, that one; better than McGonagall, at least," agreed Ron. He pulled out his History notes and began skimming what little of it that hadn't faded from being drooled on.
"Yeah, but what does she do?" asked Harry. "Obviously not Defense Against the Dark Arts. No one has a class with her."
"That's because she doesn't have a class," said Hermione matter-of-factly. "She's a tutor. She's helping students who are having trouble in their classes."
"And you know this, how?" quipped Ron.
"Unlike you, I pay attention," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Whatever," muttered Ron. "Have you finished your History assignment? I'm having a bit of trouble with mine."
"well maybe if you spent less time sleeping, and more time taking notes, you wouldn't have that problem, no would you?"
"Aw, come on Hermione, just let me take a peek."
"No," she sniffed disdainfully.
"Why not?" demanded Ron.
"Because it wouldn't be fair."
"Fair schmair—who's going to know?"
"We will."
Harry and Neville exchanged wary glances as the pair dissolved into a rather loud bickering match over the morality of copying homework; so much for a quiet evening.
