Detention!

Hermione was very glad it was finally Friday, she had been waiting for a weekend for a while now, everything seemed to tire her, especially after looking so much blood, she made her way through classes and friends, and unwanted questions, it wasn't that bad, the girls didn't push the subject any further, and Harry was happy when she told him she'd tell him anything she needed to. Now her worries were upon her last subject, Potions, she still feared he was still trying to know what was going with her, that was the last thing she needed and professor wanting to know about her personal problems, just great!

She ran through the corridors, Hermione was going to be late, finally Hermione stumbled into the classroom, she had made it, Snape turned his gaze towards the door where she stood breathing heavy.

"You're late." She checked her watch.

"No I'm not. There are still like five minutes." He smirked.

"You are still late, detention, 7:00pm!"

"This is so not fair!"

"20 points from Gryfindor for talking back to a teacher!"

"It's not fair!"

"Make that fifty!"

"What!"

"The whole weekend worth of detention! Do you want to loose more points? Than I'd sit down if I were you!" he turned his gaze back to the class.

"Instructions!" lots of small writings appeared n the black board, everyone turned their curious eyes form Hermione to the work that had to be done, she rolled her eyes and sat down as far from him as possible, in the very last desk, she didn't want to be near that smirk at all! Class ended and Hermione left, she forgot though her school bag, she was so mad and tired of everything she didn't even notice leaving without her precious bag. She didn't want to be near him, or her friends, going over to the lake she sat down and sighed in exasperation. This was so wrong, and yet she could do nothing about it.

Snape watched as she practically ran out of the classroom, and saw the bag she had left behind, after every student had left he went over to it and picked it up, analyzing it he made a disgusted face. Walking over to his desk he sat down and looked at it, opening it he found books, notebooks, lipstick, and a few other useless stuff, as he was about to close the bag he saw a shiny thing in there, digging through all the crap she kept he came across the metal box, it had bloody finger marks, he didn't move or do any facial expressions, but rather looked at it curiously, opening it he was shock, in there he found the blade she had forgotten to clean, he looked at it closely, sure he knew she had problems, but she was dealing with very dangerous stuff, positioning the bag beside his desk he made a mental note to do something about the silly girl.

Hermione looked at the lake, it always calmed her, just as she started to relax she opened her eyes abruptly, my bag! Standing up quickly she looked around, where the fuck could it be? Than it hit her, she had been so determined to get as far away from that stupid classroom she had forgotten all about her school bag, he couldn't have found it, he wouldn't look through it, that's what she kept telling herself over and over again, standing up she ran through the corridors back to where she hoped she'd never have to see again, Potions. Not noticing she opened the door and entered breathlessly, she saw Snape sitting on his desk grading a few papers, he looked up with a death glare, she looked around, not seeing her bag she looked back at him.

"Since when do you walk in without knocking!" he was mad, anyone could tell.

"Umm, I'm sorry sir, but I...I forgot my bag…" he looked at where he had left her bag, standing up he lifted the thing, her mouth fell open.

"Is this it?" she nodded, he opened the bag, she took a step forward.

"Are you sure this is yours? Maybe I should check one of the books…" he kept moving in her bag, he was trying to make her nervous, and he was succeeding.

"Sir, would you mind not going through my bag?" she took yet another step forward. He finally looked up at the tense girl.

"Don't be dumb, I know what you hide!" she stood there frozen, did he find her little metal box? Shit!

"Umm.."

"Don't start, may I ask you though, what the heck you think you are doing!"

"What do you…"

"You know what I mean, the blade, since when do you do that to yourself Granger!"

"Can I have my bag back sir?" she stepped closer and closer to him, now she was a feet away from him, he could feel nervousness.

"Here." He showed her the bag, she reached for it, it was so sudden, he pulled back her sleeve, exposing fresh cuts. She shrieked in surprise. She tried stepping backwards but he held her exposed arm.

"What are you doing to yourself! You silly…" she yelped in pain, he was reopening the cuts, even though he didn't realize it, she had tears in her eyes.

"Let go of me, you're hurting me."

"But I thought you liked that, isn't that what you do with the damn blade!" she felt a single tear slide down her right cheek.

"Let go, please." She whispered, he let go of her, she grabbed her bag and ran from the room he watched as she ran, looking down at his hands he saw blood, he didn't mean to hurt her like that, but just scare her back to her senses. He thought for a moment, what was he suppose to do? What he didn't notice, was that he was worried about her, that he actually cared, he never noticed, but for the last few days, he had been quietly watching her, what was going on with him, he shook away all thoughts from his mind and cleaning his hand went to his private chamber, a cold shower would do him some good.

Hermione ran up to her room, she was hurt, he had done some damage to her arm but it wasn't something new to her, not anymore at least. Going to the washroom she washed her arm, going over to her bed she laid down, curling up in a ball she hugged her knees, just like she used to do when she was about seven years old, what was she going to do? The month was almost over and that meant she'd be receiving a little visit form her dear uncle. She groaned in agony, her life had become a nightmare suddenly. She missed dinner, again, finally falling asleep she thankfully did not dream of anything, it had been a very long time since she had slept well. Hermione made a mental note not to leave her box in her school bag ever again, she had been so incredibly foolish to have done so, but then again, she hadn't been thinking properly for a while now.

The next day passed by quickly, which meant only one thing, detention, she groaned as the thought of having to face him again, and worse of all, they were going to be alone in a classroom, the thought made her stomach do a little flip. I was 6:46, Hermione found herself in the library pretending to be reading, that was apparently the only place that brought peace to her. Making her way down she didn't come across anyone she knew except a few Slitheryns. She found herself now facing the big wooden doors of her Potion class, taking a deep breath she knocked twice shyly.

"Enter." Came the cold voice of Severus. Opening the door she slipped inside, he looked at her pitilessly, she looked at the floor as though it she was incredibly interested.

"Don't just stand there, come here!" he billowed, she felt glued to the floor, finally she managed to make her way taking small steps. He searched for anything in her face, he found nothing but horrid pain, sadness and fear.

"Over there, those cauldrons, clean them." It was funny, he didn't say it harshly, no, it had been in a more gentle voice, ok, it was very hard to see the caring in his tone, but Hermione was sure she heard it, walking over to the cauldrons she begun to clean them, he watched her as she worked silently, today, he thought, he'd make her talk, she's scared, and she's vulnerable. Hermione was almost finishing cleaning her first cauldron when he spoke.

"Miss Granger, what's going on?"

"Nothing Professor." He sighed, it may be a bit harder than he hoped.

"Seriously, I won't talk to anyone if you don't want me to, but…just...why?" he tried his best in sounding nice, and thoughtful, the only difference was that he didn't give a shit to her, or at least it was what he told himself. She sighed, never stopping her work she said almost in a faint whisper.

"I just have…problems." Well he knew that, but he needed more.

"Granger." He warned her, she knew she wasn't helping.

"It just got worse, after my parents died." He knew about it, everyone did, but no one talked about it in fear of making her have a breakdown, or maybe just because there was nothing to be said, he didn't quite know which.

"You leave with your uncle, right?"

"Yeah, uncle...Ben." she had tears in her eyes, he got it, that second he knew all her problems started with him.

"You like him?" she looked at him.

"If you think I'm actually going to 'open up' with you…well, dream on." He looked in disbelief at her, he was so sure he had broken in her, he felt that somehow she trusted him, and it was like she had just kicked him right in the face. She went on.

"We both know I've got some…shit, that no one knows about, but you are definitely not going to be the one who finds out about it."

"Language!" he was mad at her, and at himself for not being able to succeed. He looked at the parchments on his desk, she continued cleaning, after she was almost done with all of the cauldrons she asked in a small voice.

"Sir, I heard a certain marriage law may be put into action…is it true?" he looked at her questioningly, how did she know?

"You're correct." She nodded, oh shit! Thankfully it didn't take very long to finish with her task, standing up she announced she was done. He let her go, as she closed the door behind her they both let out a sigh, they had both felt funny looking and talking to each other.

Hermione completed all her detentions with him, he didn't ask any questions she didn't dare look a him, rapidly her week ended, she was glad her friends were normal with her. Hermione's life came back to her idea of 'normal' before she knew there were only a few days before visits were going to take place.