Ok, yes, I have become very happy with this story I wuv you all!

Thanks to all my reviewers! I really appreciate it! Thankies to: DevilsDawter369, sappjody, Krirobe, tallgiraffe32, Angel, Free2style1026, The one who emailed, and zpheonix.

Ah...and as a sorry for this being so short...bows I'll send you all cookies! and the next one will be longer! Promise!

O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O

"Wrong. For Merlins sake, Severus, these are basic things!"

"Oh shut up! I'm not good at these things!"

"Obviously."

He glowered at her, dark hair falling into his eyes. Her sigh of exasperation only bugged him more.

"Alright, Alright." She sighed again. "Just try it again."

"I don't want to."

She rolled her eyes at his stubborn refusal, looking at him with her arms crossed.

"You, Severus Snape, are acting like a two year old."

"I resent that."

"At the moment, you're resembling that. Now stop being stupid and just do it!"

Hermione nearly flinched as he snapped his wand up from the table, muttering the spell. The light in front of him flickered slightly, then the candlestick grew in size, and feathers started to sprout on the gold handle. It stopped its transformation, however, just as the wicker of the candle changed to a thick, golden beak.

"I told you I couldn't do it!" He spouted angrily, throwing his want down next to the squacking candlestick.

"Oh, stop acting like such a child." She flicked her wand, changing it back to normal. "Just swoosh your wand more, twist your wrist more to the right..." A small smile graced her lips. "Foolish wand waving is -very- important in this lesson."

He glared over at her. "Now why do I get the idea that you're sharing a little private joke with yourself."

She allowed a her smile to turn smug. "You'll get it...Eventually."

"I'm not doing it again."

"Severus, As much as I am enjoying your humiliation here, you need to get this right if you have any hope of passing the exam."

"Its just one bloody spell, Hermione!"

"And since when did you not expect perfection of everything? I'm amazed you're not the one -forcing- me to help you here!"

He looked at her for a few moments, then snatched up his wand once more. "You said to the right, did you not?"

"Thats the Severus I know. And yes. To the right."

About half an hour later, Hermione had a red and gold parrot sitting on her shoulder, nibbling happily on her hair.

"You see! I told you you could do it."

"Stop treating me like a child."

"If you act like one, professor, what else am I to treat you like?"

"...Professor?"

Her words died in her throat, and her stomach clenched. She was sure the panic was well written into her face.

"I-I- Oh, bugger!" She burried her head into her hands, shoulders hunched.

"Professor, Hermione?"

"I have to go." She stood hurridly, gathering together her things. The old, wrinkly librarian tsked when the door slammed behind her, muttering something about it being a -library-.

Hermione ran into the dormitories, burrying her head her pillow, the parrot pecking at her angrily for thumping down so suddenly.

"I can't believe I just did that! I'm so screwed! That was important! That was- that was- I wasn't supposed to say that!"

She jumped at the knock on her door. "Oh...Go away!"

"Nice try. Open the door or I'll open it."

"Go away..." She repeated.

The door swung open, and from her spot on the bed, he looked almost exactly as he did that first day of potions, when he came swooping into the classroom with robes billowing behind him.

"Did you truly think that I would let you get away that easily?" He moved to stand next to her bed, and she shut her eyes, turning away.

"Alright, alright." He sat next to her, putting a hand on her back. "I won't think about it, alright? You never said it. "

"It doesn't make a difference, Severus! As long as you know, it can change things..." She sobbed into her pillow. "I can't believe I did this..."

Snape's eyebrow twitched and he pushed her over so that she was looking at him. Her eyes moved away, and he rolled his eyes.

"Granger, I do not care what my future will be..." He put his palm on her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "Right now...All that matters is my present."

"Severus..."

"Yes, Hermione?"

"That had to be the most revoltingly sweet thing that anyone has ever said to me...Do you mind if I puke?"

He laughed, and his sides even seemed to hurt from his laughter. "And you're sure that you weren't sorted into Slytherin?"

"Oh shove it." She couldn't help a smile as she smacked his hand away and sat up. "But you know..."

"Ms Granger?"

She looked to the door of her dormitory, to see a solemn looking Dumbledore standing there.

"Ah, Professor...Is there a problem?"

"I need you to come with me, Ms Granger...There seems to be a problem."

"Professor, if this is about what I said-"

"No, Ms Granger. You have... A visitor."

A small, red head poked itself into the room, brown eyes wide. "H-Hermione?"

O.O.O.O.O.O.O

BUM BUM BUUUUUM! XD oki moki! As always, you know the drill Review etc etc.