Author's notes: Next chapter is now up (cheers) Sorry it took so long, but now that I am on winter break, I had a little extra time on my hands so I decided to write down chapter three. This part will be in Snape's point of view. I wanted this chapter to be a little different so I did in the third person. I hope you enjoy it… and review please! Oh, I'm one of those folk that pretends HBP never happened. Also, I would like to say Thank you to all the people that reviewed my story!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter then I would own you. Since I do not own you, I do not own Harry Potter. The Great J.K. Rowling does (cries)

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Snape almost convulsed in anger as he watched both Pansy and Draco walk out his classroom. Droplets of blood started to drip out of his palm and gradually progressed to an outpour, because he was digging his fingernails in his left palm trying not to lose all control of himself. Snape looked below at the crimson stream now flowing down to the floor and let go of his hand. He snapped out of his ferocity and turned back into his normal self… calculating, assured, and most of all-- cold.

This was the Potions Master that many feared, not a person to let his emotions show.

This was the Potions Master that wanted to get Draco and Pansy back for their deceptive blackmail.

This was the Potions Master that wasn't afraid to get what he wanted no matter what stood in his way.

However, Snape was a very patient person despite popular belief. Potions work took a lot of time and patience, so as a result; patience was a virtue that Snape posed.

Now that Draco pushed him over the edge, Snape would make sure that he would push back at Draco even harder. The potions masters anger was no more a flash and burn sort of thing that he experienced earlier, it was something that could fester inside of him before he chose to release it. Revenge was a dish best served cold in Snape's opinion.

The Professor never really liked Draco Malfoy. In his opinion Draco was a foul mouth insignificant boy, who was a lewd and crude little lamb of Satan. On the other hand, Snape's on going relations with Lucius forced him to be benevolent toward Lucius's spawn. Snape did not want his lover to be angry with him, and if Lucius Malfoy got mad… lets just say the results wouldn't be pretty.

Snape suddenly ambled into his bed chamber that was adjacent to the potions classroom. He took in the gloominess that surrounded him, and began to take a deep breath as he sat in a near by chair. The Potions Master stared into the bleakness of his room, and started to plan. He would have had to use every once of his vindictiveness to get back at the Malfoy brat. The only question on the Potion Master's mind was how to settle the score with Draco and Pansy.

The use of Poison on Malfoy and Parkinson ran through Snape's head a few times, but since he was the only Potion's Master in hogwarts; a poisoned student could be easily traced back to him.

Alas, he also couldn't even slip a silent Avada Kedvra toward Draco or even Pansy for that matter, because the magical residue on their dead bodies could be traced back to him. Snape didn't like to leave any kind of mess, and that would be one BIG ass mess if he were to be caught.

However, Snape thought, he could concoct a potion that would make sure his wand didn't leave any kind of residue. The Professor toyed with that idea in his head for a while and then discarded it. It could take at least three years to make a potion that was strong enough to cover up a spell such as Avada Kedvra. Buying it from another person on the other hand would be cost a lot of time and money he did not have, and it was still possible an investigator would be able to make a connection between him and a seller.

Snape spent all night coming up with new ideas and throwing them away like dirty rags, until he came up his most crafty plan yet. He could just get something to "accidentally" slip some Polyarchastra Potion in Pansy and Draco goblets while they were eating in the Great Hall one day and bam, they would be gone. Unluckily for Snape, the potion got to choose how long Draco and Pansy would stay in the particular dimension they were to be going. However, with any luck, it would be just long enough for Snape to come up with a more permanent form of removal of the two of them.

Since all the seventh years in Snape's class would be doing the Polyarchastra potion, any official would suspect that it was one of them. Everybody knew that Draco wasn't the most popular boy in the school. Draco was foul and rude to the extent where most of the population in Hogwarts detested him… they were just too scared to tell Draco that. Given that Snape was always nice to the brat in public, nobody would suspect him. The Potions Master just hoped that Lucius Malfoy would not get any form of a sneaking suspicion that he sent his son and Pansy to a different dimension.

Snape then did something he rarely did… he smiled. It wasn't like the one of "innocence" that Draco gave to Snape prior. It was a bitter simile, one that promised that the person it was directed to should watch out.

The Professor's smile suddenly disappeared when he heard laughter from the potion's classroom. If there was one thing he hated, it was the sound of a child's mirth.

'Danm, it is time for my next listen,' Snape thought to himself. He got up off the chair with a flourish, and walked quietly to the door in his living area. He propped the door open, and slipped so quietly inside the potion's classroom that none of the fifth year Ravenclaws' and Hufflepuffs' heard him. He stalked toward his desk in the front of the classroom, and stood by it. Still, none off the students noticed him; the class clown was telling one of their stupid stories and had enraptured the class.

"Why do I see people talking in my class right now. The only time that you get to speak is when I tell you to speak," Snape sneered rather malevolently toward the crowd of students. Even though he said that in a whisper, every single one of his students' jumped up at the tone of his voice.

"Twenty points from Ravenclaw, and twenty one points from Hufflepuff," Snape smirked at the Hufflepuffs enraged faces. Maybe, this will not be such a horrible day after all Snape thought to himself, he then started the potion's lesson for the day.