Snape stood behind Hermione, listening to her whisper directions Neville
Clearing his throat loudly, Hermione and Neville jumped.
"Detention Miss Granger" said Snape coldly, "and 20 points from Gryffindor."
Hermione stood there, shocked. Harry and Ron were staring at each other in disbelief. In fact, so was everyone else.
Ignoring the stares, Hermione tried to go back to brewing her potion.
Hermione entered the Great Hall for lunch with Harry and Ron.
"I can't believe that Snape gave you detention," said Harry
"Neither can I", said Ron, "stupid greasy bat."
After eating, Harry got up and went over to the Ravenclaw table to talk to his girlfriend, Loretta Dane.
Hermione sat there and thought about her detention.
She had to admit, she did have a slight crush on her Professor. Though she would never admit it to anyone, especially Harry and Ron, she found him to be very interesting and intelligent, and while not the most handsome man on earth, she still thought he was slightly good looking, as much as it pained her to say that.
Ginny Weasley sitting down next to her interrupted her thoughts.
" How are you Hermione, heard you got detention with Snape."
" Yea", said Hermione, annoyed. She was tired of everyone making a big deal about it, as though she had been put on death row. Which she may be, if people didn't stop annoying her about it.
Later, Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, working on her Transfiguration homework. It was five minutes until she had to leave for detention. Picking her things up she climbed the stairs to the girl's bedroom. She looked down. She was still wearing her school robes. She changed into a pair of jean and a soft, cream-colored sweater.
She made her way down into the dungeons were she was greeted by a cold "sit down" from her Professor.
" Normally, I would make students in my detention write an essay on that days potion, said Snape in silky tones, " but since you are such an insufferable know-it-all, I think we will have to do things differently."
"How?" squeaked Hermione, terrified.
"Come" he said
He led her into his private rooms, and back into his private laboratory.
"You will be brewing me a most difficult potion, but since you seem able to brew a moderate one while helping the class dunce, I think you will be able to handle it. You will be brewing the Draught of the Living Death."
Hermione was barely able to contain herself at the thought of brewing such a potion. She did try to hide it, though.
" But Sir, we don't have to do this until Seventh year."
He raised an eyebrow, one of his most annoying trademarks. " Yes, but seeing as you are such a know-it-all, it should be no trouble."
Not one to argue with an authority figure, she muttered a "Yes, Sir."
" Then get started."
Professor Snape left the room and went into his office. He sat down and gave a large sigh. He knew he shouldn't have given her a potion that would take all night. Yes, but she is a know-it-all brat, and maybe this will teach her a lesson, he thought to himself, and went to work grading papers.
Hours later, Hermione had finally finished the potion. Unfortunately for Hermione, she had finished the potion an hour before. She was now asleep, her head resting on a black marble countertop.
Snape walked into the room and gave an aggravated groan when he saw her sleeping there. He wondered what to do as he put the potion away. She was asleep, and it was 3 in the morning. He knew he could get into trouble for keeping her this long. He figured he had no other choice.
He carried her into his bedroom, laying her on his bed. Putting the covers over her, he looked a her for a moment. She looked so peaceful, and she wasn't that bad when she was sleeping, he thought to himself, probably because she's not talking.
Okay, well that's the second chapter. I'm not really sure how im doing though, so I welcome reviews