Hey all, feel free to comment and read but dont read if you dont like Severus/Hermione pairings and please dont flame me for having that pairing, i dont make fun of yours.

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"Mr Longbottom, I know this must be particularly hard, and I apologize profusely for causing this class to intrude upon you sleeping habits"

Slytherins snickered in the shadows as Professor Snape's sarcastic remark floated toward the Gryffindor tables and into Neville's rather red ears. Hermione just managed to contain herself from jumping at Snape and giving him a rather sharp lecture about child cruelty, apparently those laws weren't enforced in the wizarding world of Britain, they were still in the dark ages. In the dungeons anyway.

It had been a long lecture on the effect of Unicorns hair of the tail versus the mane, and many of the Slytherins had fallen asleep, much to the ignorance of professor Snape, it wasn't until a poor and lowly Gryffindor had the audacity to fall asleep in one of his classrooms that Snape threw a tantrum that would make any six year old girl proud of.

Harry patted Hermione kindly on the arm, while Ron just threw her a look that said 'we did take this class willingly right?' Hermione huffed angrily and returned to her notes, furiously scribbling out mistakes and breaking her quill in the process. This brought Snape's attention and gave him a reason to attack the Gryffindor know it all.

"10 points from Gryffindor for disturbing a class in note taking miss granger"

Bugger. He knew he was in trouble now, Hermione had a look on her face that suggested that if he were not his teacher and she his student she would give him a full pelt hex of fierce canaries. Attempting to restrain herself but getting louder with each word she let him know just what she thought of his pathetic excuse at teaching.

"How dare you prance around here, taking points from the people who deserve them and issuing them to your slimy band of Slytherins! But it makes sense as no one else seems to give them anything but hexes. Oh and you think that your such a god, being one of the few potions masters after the war with his life, and you strut around like a vain peacock in old black feathers believing that because you're here your god. I hate you and I hope you go to hell you greasy bat of the dungeons!"

Severus Snape was impressed. No one ever spoke to him like that, his Slytherins were too scared of being punished in some way by their fearsome head and the Gryffindors knew that there was something worse in store than just a detention. But she had the gall to believe that she would get away with a speech like that, in his seventh year class and not go away with a scalding remark from himself. He however did not yell or threaten or throw books or murderous looks around, but spoke in a deathly quiet, icy tone that demanded respect and fear at once.

"You are to address me as sir or Professor. And the next time you do inform me will be at your detention tonight at 8 sharp, and the next for the entire year, along with an extra 3 feet on each and every one of the essays I will hand out this year and your exams will double the pressure of the others, not to mention the sorts of pratical and theoretical work that you will produce for me this year. Then we will see if you deserve to rant about what you know nothing. Finally miss Granger if you believe that you are more intelligent than your friends potter and Weasley, you might want to get down on your knees and apologize to me profusely, before I take away so many points that you will be the first year to get into the negatives. Now, as your brain is obviously as frizzled and big as your hair, do I make myself clear?"

With no clear remarks to this icy punishment and her mouth gaping like a fish, Hermione nodded her head mutely in response.

"Good, now get out of my classroom. Now, ALL OF YOU...GET OUT!"

Many believed he would start hurling things, but he returned to his desk and began to grade papers as though they weren't there. Leaving the classroom quickly and in eerie silence all were gone, some even in tears about what they had witnessed.

"'Mione, I don't think that the page has changed much in the past two hours you've been staring at it, maybe you should go and get a tissue or something."

Resting his hand gently on her back, Draco quietly closed the book on Hermione's lap and placed a box of tissues on it instead. Since they were both head they had quickly forgotten their differences when they realise there was only one bathroom. After that they had lots in common, not to mention family secrets. Draco had relatives that weren't even mudblood and Hermione's mother was actually from a small line of purebloods and her father from blood traitors. They hid it for Hermione and tried a normal life, only to find that their daughter shared their magic blood and reluctantly allowed her to go to Hogwarts, only after a visit from Albus and some sweets.

"He hates me now. I'm such an idiot, he's going to hate me forever and I'm going to be unloved forever."

"Oh shut up beautiful. You know that he had to act like he had control, otherwise all of Slytherin would be owling their parents about their pathetic tormentor of the dungeons."

Nuzzling her neck Draco began placing light kisses on her neck, hearing soft sounds coming from the sweet honey smelling girl on the sofa urging him to continue. He trailed little kisses around her cheek bone and gave her a back massage, letting her fall asleep in his lap and carrying her to her bed, wiping away the tears that had formed on her cheeks under her puffy red eyes. He sighed as he closed her door, he loved that damned girl and all he was to her was a best friend, an outlet for stress. Draco would never tell her though, he would forget his love for her with other girls and marry Pansy Parkinson after graduation, as organised, have pale blonde children, as ordered, and fall out of love with Hermione, Hopefully. He still hadn't figured out why the poor girl broke her heart over Severus, maybe his genius with potions and his intelligence allured her as much as his lean runners physique.

He had become a quick runner after he had been a moving target for the marauders, scrawny and small with a deep voice and a nose he hadn't grown into yet. When Severus came in first year he was exactly that. By the time he was head boy he was an agile and swift runner, with a deep voice, pianist nimble fingers with potions and an intent face with a nose he had grown into. It had taken him many months of training at home. When his father would beat him and his mother that he had learnt that he could use his new appearance for good, hitting his father back for the first and last time. From then he had become the silent and black form of Professor Severus Nathaniel Snape, feared potions master of Hogwarts, madly in love with Hermione Granger; though he didn't know it. Yet.

It was last Christmas Severus Snape had humiliated Hermione in the dungeons, she had passed her N.E.W.T.S with flying colours and been awarded with the choice of any magical college she wished for. She decided to study medicine and take Poppy's place in Hogwarts Hospital Wing. She went through the classes quickly, making new friends and also staying touch with old ones. As the year progressed she also fell in love again, this time with one of the Weasley twins, George. When separated George and Fred weren't as interested in destruction and mayhem as they first were. They still had their business and expanded it over most of Britain's Wizarding community, their next job was America. George had decided that he wanted a degree in teaching charms, as he knew how to uncharm things exceedingly well.

The pair had caught up at Harry's 21st birthday party, when they started to plat seven minutes in heaven, they were locked in the closet. Much to the disappoint of the others they talked and laughed; unlike Harry and Ginny who gave a good example of too much cuteness is not a good thing. George knew that Hermione wanted to work back at Hogwarts, though he tried to tell her with the money he had now they could research anything to she wanted, or start her own clothes line, but she wanted to do it on her own.

Severus came across a laughing Minerva far too early for a Saturday morning, grumbling at one of the house elves for an extremely hot and black coffee he knew that she wanted him to ask her what was so god damning interesting.

"What could possibly have you in good spirits this early in the morning Minerva?"

"You remember Hermione Granger? Fantastic at everything always had high hop--"

"Did the know-it-all do something that surprised you then?"

"Yes actually, she's engaged to George Weasley and intends to work here in the Hospital Ward as soon as Poppy wants to retire! Isnt that just delightful? Oh their children would be utterly adorable..."

"no doubt they've already found themselves a babysitter in you Minerva."

"oh stop being snarky Severus, it is not becoming of you"

"Since when do I care when I look good Minerva?"

"Since she's coming back"

He stiffened at that remark. He had never told anyone about what had happened at that end of year party between the teachers and the seventh years, besides Minerva. He did not wish to be reminded, not now; not since she became engaged he knew he had no chance of winning her back. Rising from the table, Severus bid the other teachers a stiff farewell and stormed into his dungeon with his cloak billowing behind him. Remus had been listening to that conversation and knew his friend was upset, but he didn't want to bring memories of her up from the past, not when she had been hidden for so long.

Hey all, this is my first long ff, let me know if i should continue or delete, all comments are welcome except for flames. If you dont like this pairing then please dont read.