IF YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS IN MY PROFILE:

I wanted to continue my only fic, Just Another Motion. I am in the process of copying it from my old account and moving it onto this one. I will update the second part as soon as everything is on here and ready to go.

I am basically re-writing the story, editing it a little bit, so I think it'd be best to re-read the whole thing. That's just my humble opinion.

Thanks to all who read in the past sorry for forgetting you guys.

Chapter One

It was dark as pitch that evening as I took a spontaneous stroll around the lakeside, smoking down my cigarette and glancing up at the cloudy sky scape. It was mid-April and though the night was slightly brisk, the breeze chilly, and the stars were in short supply, I found it tolerable.

The feeling that I didn't find tolerable was an odd churning in my stomach. I'd felt unjust all night, like something was going to happen and it wasn't going to be good.

I tossed the butt to the ground. After exhaling the toxins that I'd taken into my lungs, I gave a tremendous sigh. The days were becoming longer and longer all the time, it seemed as if my 35 years were finally catching up with me.

From time to time, I found myself wishing it were back to the days where I was able to sleep without feeling the need to walk about and clear my head until I was sure I was completely drained of all energy and able to get sleep right away. Most nights when I even attempted to do so, my mind would wander so far in a direction I didn't want it to, I'd end up staying up all night, rather than just losing a few hours from wandering.

I rubbed my forehead and glanced to the forbidden forest. My eyes fell in another direction until I realized, upon my short glance to the woods, I saw something moving inside of it, and it wasn't a resident of the forest. I readied my wand, in case the something in the forest was a threat to myself or anyone else residing at the school.

I moved a bit closer to the forest and squinted, then, upon realizing what exactly was emerging from the trees, I returned my wand to its place on my belt furrowed my brow, picking up my speed. There were three somethings coming from the forest, one apparently unconscious.

Yes, my favorite students, of course. Harry Potter, whom carried Ronald Weasley from one end, and their comrade Hermione Granger held him from the other. Upon seeing me, they froze, and Hermione Granger gasped, dropping the end of Ron Weasley she was carrying. Unfortunately, it was not his head.

"Professor Snape..." Hermione said breathlessly. "Ron...Got bit by a spider, conked out.."

I gathered a retort in my mind."Well." I began tersely. "If my three favorite Gryffindors didn't happen to be wandering school grounds hours after curfew, I suppose this event would have not occurred." I looked from Hermione to Harry Potter. "Am I incorrect to make that assumption?" I finished sharply.

Neither of them replied to that. But then, Harry spoke up.

"Ron's hurt Professor. He needs help."

It took every fiber of my being not to just turn and walk away, but I found myself not able to just leave as I wanted to. "Lay him down." I ordered, and they complied. I felt his wrist for a pulse, and when first I couldn't find one, my stomach began to churn. Then I came across it and exhaled quietly, clearing my throat.

"Well. He's alive." I stated. "As if I didn't have quite enough to do this evening, I now have the pleasure of tending to the three of you, making quite sure that this deed does not go unrewarded with a few long weeks of detention." I caught Harry glaring at me, but when I caught his glance with my own icy stare, he could only look away. "Get him to the infirmary." I barked at him. "I'll deal with you and Mr. Weasley in the morning."

My eyes met a teary pair of deep hazel ones which quickly directed themselves to the ground.

"And you, Miss Granger.." I trailed off. "Can follow me."

As I watched Harry Potter levitate Ron from the ground and quickly make for the castle, I also began to move in the same direction. She quickly followed beside me, just a little behind. Her head was hung and there were small sobs coming from her. I couldn't help but feel gratified I had caught her finally breaking a rule with no way to get around it.

The perfect Hermione Granger, caught in the act. I would love every moment of it.

Of course I also felt slightly guilty. I didn't enjoy making young girls cry as much as it probably seemed. That didn't matter now. Wrong was wrong and the three of them would be punished.

"Professor.." She said quietly, her voice trembling. "I can explain to you what happened..It's a big misunderstanding..."She sniffled.

I sighed impatiently. Before I could stop myself, I said, "You are so pathetic right now. So completely lamentable."

She looked at me, her hurt expression vivid in the milky moonlight. She then promptly began to cry, uninhibited.

"Miss Granger, pull yourself together.." I said, trying my best not to sound as hopeless as I felt. The tiny bit of guilt I had felt had amplified slightly more. She was almost an adult, sobbing for she had gotten into trouble. I'd always known for the 6 years I had been her teacher that she was vulnerable. I assumed with the years, it would lessen. I had picked on her from the get go, indirectly trying to toughen her up. To not allow her to think she could go through life being weak and unprepared to deal with those unfriendly to her.

With her reaction to calling her pathetic, It almost seemed like my analytical nature towards her was making her even more vulnerable. Maybe she was just caught up in the moment. Hell if I understood women.

"Miss Granger..if you would please.."

She just wailed louder. "I'm sorry." She choked

"If you would like to take a moment.." I replied. "Otherwise, I expect you to continue onward."

She looked at me, expectant. Waiting for my next words.

"What do you expect me to do for you, Miss Granger? Shelter and soothe you in your current state?" I said, purposefully ignorant. "Well if so, you are expecting something that will not come. I will not cater to you in your current state or in any for that matter. Now move." I directed. I had the right to be harsh. I was not her parent. Did she expect a little bit of crying to lessen her punishment? Did she expect me to feel bad?

Maybe I did feel slightly bad, but that wasn't the point. She was wrong. I was right. End of story.

She walked ahead of me, still crying, all the way to my office where she sat infront of my desk, her head in her hands.

I moved around my desk and sat opposite to her. Unable to watch her cry for any longer, I reached in my pocket and offered her my handkerchief. She accepted it and wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and then became stiff upon realizing she just blew her nose in my handkerchief. "Professor, I'm so sorry..I forgot it was yours for a moment and my nose was..."

I found it comical, but I made it a point to seem annoyed. "Keep it Granger." I spat, cutting her off. "Now if you would be so kind as to inform me as to why you found it necessary to be in the forbidden forest, two and a half hours after curfew.."

"Its stupid really.." She said. A slight desperate laugh followed her comment. "I have been delving farther into..potion making. As you of all people would know, some ingredients for certain potions only grow in the forbidden forest..We just thought there would be less of a chance of being caught at night than during the day.."

"I suppose you thought wrong, Miss Granger." I replied.

She swallowed and nodded. "I guess so."

For a moment or so, we sat there in silence. Truth be told, I was surprised she would go at such lengths for potion making. When I was here age, potion making was my life, my only escape from the idiocy I found around me day to day. I would have gone to any length for certain ingredients. I respected her for that aspect. But I was a Professor and it was my job to teach her a lesson.

I exhaled a breath and dipped a quill into the ink well I had nearby. I began to scratch on a piece of parchment. "I expect you tomorrow night 8 o' clock short." I handed her the piece of parchment, which she accepted with a shaky hand, wiping her nose with my handkerchief in the other.

She nodded and cleared her throat. "Yes, Professor."

I examined her. She really did look pathetic. I wasn't exaggerating when I said that. Her face was void of natural color besides that of her embarrassed rosy cheeks. Her curls fell messily in front of her face, she didn't seem to care at the moment for she made no attempt to move them.

I felt as though I was giving her a bit of time to compose herself. Only because I felt more sympathetic to as to her cause in the forest at night (Not that I accepted the excuse!). I waited a little longer, being sure to show no emotion and then spoke. "If you don't have anything further to say, you are dismissed."

She stood up, finally brushing her hair behind her ears and again looked at me. "I'm sorry Professor. Good night."

I nodded and said nothing else as I watched her leave through the door. I looked to the closed door for a few moments and then took my glance to a few random papers on my desk, not gaining interest in any of them. I noted the ever growing stack of papers in wait to be graded and blenched slightly.

I sat for a few more moments, staring into open space.

To be honest, I didn't feel like doing anything besides sleep now that all was said and done. It was a Monday, and an exhausting Monday indeed. Unfortunately, I thought as my eyes wandered back to the large stack of student work, there was work to be do.

So thus began my tedious task at hand. I checked paper after paper and when my eyes began to faulter, I glanced at the clock hung on my wall, and it was just about 3 in the morning.

I began to drift and soon enough, I found myself caught up in a dream.

I recognized the surroundings as my childhood home in Brasildon, but it was mine again for some reason. There was a knock at the door, and I stood and answered it to see Hermione standing there, eyes filled with tears.

"You forgot to say goodbye.." She told me quietly.

I told her I was sorry and she took me into a hug, then kissed me once softly.

"I'm sorry." She said, parting from me slightly. "But this has to be done." Then swiftly, she stabbed a switchblade into my side. She gave me one last kiss as I fell to my knees, and she walked away, slamming the door shut.

With a start I awoke, looking around.

I was still in my office. I'd fallen asleep at my desk.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and heaved myself up, stretching my tired limbs. Looking at the clock, I froze. It was 15 minutes until classes began.

I quickly strode to a door in the back of my office, trying to wake myself more thoroughly. I murmured the password and the door swung open. I went in quickly, shutting it behind me. Frantic, I changed into a clean set of robes and hurried to do hygienic tasks.

I had to admit, I was slightly unnerved by the dream. Not only because I was killed, Hermione Granger also kissed me. Why was I even dreaming about that? Not that any one person really has control over what they dream about, but I almost felt guilty for being capable of having such a dream. Not that Hermione Granger wasn't becoming an attractive young woman..

What was I even thinking anymore?

I finished grooming and strode into my classroom just in time for the 6th year Gryffindor and Slytherin classes scrambling in at the sound of the 8 o' clock bell. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat behind my classroom desk that resided in the front of the room and thumbed through papers to retrieve a stack of essays I'd managed to finish grading on anti-allergy draft that the 6th years had turned in a few days before.

I caught Hermione's eye accidently and felt my stomach flip flop. Why was I feeling this way? I felt like I was afraid of the girl, awkward in her presence. I didn't like it, not at all.

I cleared my throat and got up from my seat, still flipping through the stack of tests. "I must say, the grades on the essays you turned in...Well, they weren't as pathetic as usual, but I won't say I'm extremely..." I searched for the word. "Pleased."
The room lacked the usual low echo of groans that would have occured after my overall judgement on the work, and still feeling tired, I sat on the edge of my desk. "Would someone like to pass these out?"

A few hands shot up, but I frowned, looking at those who didn't raise their hands to volunteer. I saw Hermione scribbling on a note pad, not paying the least attention and I figured starting her day off badly might be a good wake up. I walked over to put myself directly in front of her desk."Miss Granger." I said, a certain tone of amusement obvious in my voice. "Why don't you do me the honor of passing these back?"

She looked up at me, almost defiantly. "You asked for a volunteer, and I certainly did not volunteer if I'm not mistaken, sir." She managed to put an emphasis on 'sir' like I'd never heard before. Then again, Hermione Granger had never looked at me quite so defiantly before.

I was slightly taken aback by her reply, biting the inside of my lip "Well..." I said softly, then proceeded to stick them out in front of her. "Pass these out, Granger."

Almost with a sort of arrogance, she locked her fingers around the papers, my grip still tight on them. She looked at me, right in the eyes and I felt a chill. They were so full of so many emotions, it was hard to decipher whether she was embarrassed, hurt, or just flat out didn't care. "You have to let go Professor."

A few low giggles rang through the class.

Giving half of a surprised, though mostly unamused, smile at her new attitude, I released the papers and watched her as she proceeded to pass them to their owners.

"Today..." I began, finally drawing my eyes away from Hermione, and looking around the class. "We'll be studying the art of making solutions to repair open wounds out of ordinary...everyday..." I saw Draco Malfoy stick out his foot as Hermione was about to pass and when she nearly toppled over, I caught her, much to her surprise. "Leaves and Grasses..."

I set her straight and released her, then returned to the front of the class. "I'd like for you all to turn to page 413 in your text books and read silently over that chapter...or better yet..." I smirked. "After Miss Granger finishes turning out the rest of the essays, she will stand before the class and read the chapter to you lot."

I saw her turn to me in what could only be described as complete horror, and she opened her mouth to protest, but obviously decided against it because she retrieved her text book and stood before my desk, reading aloud the entire chapter.

I took my seat behind my desk and chuckled to myself as I listened to her pronounce her constants sharply. Every 'S' and 'T' may as well have been a dagger in my ear. Her tone was apparently bitter, and apparently in my favor. I liked to push her buttons.

With that thought, I began to finish grading the shrinking stack of papers.

At the sound of the bell I, still working tediously to finish grading the last few papers, felt a thump shake my desk. I brought my gaze up to see Hermione, eyes on the verge of tears, bearing down on my desk with both hands. Boredly, I looked back to my papers and sighed. "Is there something I can help you with? I dismissed class-"

"Why do you have to constantly try to embarrass me, Professor?" She asked, her a bit louder than usual. "Why do you have to live to make me miserable at every chance you get?"

I set my quill down smartly and met her eyes with mine. "I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Granger.." I drawled.

"I have feelings, you bastard." She said, her voice trembling. I could tell she regretted calling me a foul name from the moment it left her lips. She looked like a child at that moment, but it faded. "I just..can't take the abuse anymore, Professor.."

I found myself chewing the inside of my lip again as I watched a tear fall from her eye. "You're so adorable when you're angry.."

She paused, staring. Then, she heaved her bag up on her shoulder and nearly sprinted out of the room.

I stopped and registered what I just said to the girl that was standing before me not 15 seconds ago.. That had come out of nowhere. No thought involved. Totally inappropriate. What was I doing? What was I saying? What was I thinking?

"Get yourself together.." I murmured to myself as I removed myself from my desk and retreated back to my office for a drink.

A/N: Snape is OOC, but I think that's pretty sexy. ;D Reviews are nice.