A/N: Thank you Tahirisolo90 and fredmylove for reviewing! hmmm…well, this chapter has three parts…but it's rather short so I'll just post it all at once. Well…I'm going to post the whole friggen story right now. Well…all that I have at the moment anyway. Review please…it's what keeps me in reality…right lol.
Chapter Two: Meeting
"Hermione don't go, that wasn't very fair," Ron tried to convince her for the millionth time. It was Saturday evening and Snape was expecting her in his office in fifteen minutes.
"Ron, I have to won't I? Or else he'll just give me another detention. It's horrible enough having just one detention on my record, whether it's fair or not. I won't be able to stand two."
"She's right, Ron," Harry said, then looked at Hermione, "Detention with him won't be as bad as it was with me. All he made me do was bloody lines…well, literally speaking that would have been Umbridge, but still. It won't kill you to do lines for an hour or two, would it?"
She glared at him.
"Not saying that you deserve to, it's just not as horrible as what Filch would do if he had free reign over punishments."
Ron smirked, "Yeah, Fred and George would have been gone from school ages before they actually left."
"Come on Mione, it won't be that bad. I promise."
Ten minutes later Hermione was headed down the dark, cold, drafty passage way of the dungeon toward Snape's classroom. Every step she took echoed through the hall way and she was surprised that the loud "Thud-thud-thud" of her heart in her chest didn't wake the whole castle.
She knocked on Snape's office door.
"Enter," came a greasy, dull voice, "And close the door behind you."
Hermione faced Snape who was sitting at his desk, looking at her, "Sir?" she asked, letting her book bag drop to the floor.
"I said close…the…door…behind you," he repeated through clenched teeth.
Hermione looked from him to the floor and softly closed the office door. She felt as if she were imprisoning herself and didn't like it at all.
"Sit and get a bit of parchment and your quill out," he quietly ordered, suddenly standing up and walking over to her, placing his hands on her desk and placing his face unnecessarily close to hers, "You will be doing lines tonight, Miss Granger, and you will be writing, 'I will mix my potions correctly' over and over…and over again for three hours."
He stood up straight, "Start."
Hermione dipped her quill into her ink and started writing.
Hermione drug herself up the flight of stairs leading her to Gryffindor Tower, barely aware of the fact that her book-bag was dragging on the ground. All she did during those three hours was sit and write, but it felt as though she had done exhausting work and couldn't barely keep her own eyes open.
"Fickled pig peet …I mean, Piggled pick feet …oh no, I meant pickled fig peet," she stuttered to the fat lady.
"It's pickled pig feet, dear, just go in," she sympathetically said.
"Thank you," Hermione barely had time to say before she was lifted into the common room by Harry and Ron, "What are you two still doing up?" she asked.
"Waiting for you," Ron said as if she should have known the answer, "How did your first detention go?"
"Oh, it was alright," she sighed, collapsing into an armchair by the fire, "Just some lines."
She saw them exchange significant looks to each other, "Well, it wasn't as bad as you thought, was it?" Harry asked.
"No, not…not at all," she stuttered as she yawned, "I'm going to bed," she muttered, leaving her bag by the chair and dragging her feet up the stairs.
Hermione woke up Sunday morning with the sound of birds twittering outside of her dormitory window.
She looked over and saw Parvati and Lavender sitting in one bed, whispering with their heads together.
"Oh, good morning Hermione!" Parvati brightly exclaimed, "How was your detention?"
"How was it supposed to be?" Hermione shot back, sitting up and stretching, "It was alright. Just three hours of lines."
"Oh, then it wasn't too bad. We thought he'd make you sort out rotten or expired ingredients from the others or something."
Hermione thought for a moment, "No, he didn't but it seems just the thing he'd make you do, doesn't it?" she asked as she got some of her regular clothes out of her luggage.
The both shook their heads.
"Well, I'm going down to breakfast," she said, pulling her jeans on, "I assume you two have already been down?" she asked.
"Hermione, it's one-o clock in the afternoon. Lunch, much less breakfast has already been cleared away."
She felt her eyes widen as she pulled on a blue t-shirt, "Oh, well, I guess I'll have to wait until supper then. I'll be off to do homework instead."
She walked out of the dormitory and down the stairs to the common room to find Harry and Ron sitting at a table struggling through a Herbology essay.
"Good morning, how was lunch?" Hermione asked them, pulling up a chair.
"Exceedingly dull, actually," Harry said.
"You look right cheerful this afternoon for having had a detention last night," Ron said as if she were guilty of something.
"I've slept through noon, Ronald, I've gotten plenty of sleep. I see you two are actually working; a first."
"Speaking of noon, Hermione," Harry suddenly said, setting his quill into his ink bottle.
"Oh yeah," Ron quietly exclaimed as Harry placed a sandwich in front of her.
"I thought you'd be hungry if you ever woke up," he said, smiling at her.
"Thank you," Hermione said, beaming back, "That was so thoughtful of you!"
"It was my idea too!" Ron said.
"Thank you both," she said as she bit into it, "It's delicious."
When Hermione was finished eating she helped the two boys with their essays; hers, of course, already having been completed.
"I'm going to the library," she said when they were packing their Herbology things away, "I'll meet you two at dinner."
Ron glanced at the clock on the wall as she was putting the chair back.
"What are you going to be doing for four hours in the library?" he asked.
"Oh, just some things," she said, grabbing her book bag from the armchair by the fire. She left before they could question her again.
Once out of Gryffindor tower she headed down the staircase and through the hallway, meeting Peeves at the end of it.
"Oh, don't you have anything better to do around here?" she angrily asked as he threw chalk at her.
"Peevesie Weesie likes to teasie!" he chanted, throwing more chalk at her.
Someone's hand caught a piece of chalk that was about to hit her face and the owner of it said, "If you do it again I'll send the Bloody Baron after you."
Peeves sped off down the hall spitting madly.
Hermione turned to thank whoever had caught that piece of chalk.
"Oh," was all she said once she saw him. She felt as if she were out of breath and looked from his face to the floor to his face again.
"Nice to see you again Granger," he said, smirking horribly.
She walked past him, not looking back, "Thank you…"
Hermione stopped in the middle of the hallway to look back but he was gone. She shook her head and continued on, convinced she was imagining things.
