Disclaimer: Everyone knows who the sole owner of Harry Potter is, that is why this is fanfiction. I own nothing that belongs to Harry Potter, even though I wouldn't mind owning Draco Malfoy. But Tom Felton probably wouldn't go for it!
A/N: Haha! How'd you like that? It's not how I wanted the bet to be made, but I needed to put something in about the plotting Professors. So now I have it taken care of.
Chapter 7: What did I do wrong?
Professor Snape watched the two boys that he was now having a serious problem liking. Before he was only being ruthless for his own enjoyment, but now he saw these two as a huge problem in his personal life. He noticed that his daughter came into the Hall just abit bouncy, which was better than her normal mope. The thought that just maybe she was slightly recovering from her depression was enough to fill him with a warm feeling. He was still angry that these strangers had spent so much time with his baby, while he had none as a parent. Yet he respected that she was in mourning for her thought to be parents, but she seemed to be in a better mood which was enough for him to be happy.
He watched the two boys that had been blessed with his daughter's presence run from the Hall, leaving behind his child. She seemed to take no notice that they were pratically flying out of the Hall, one face holding panic while the other carrying confusion. Those two are up to something, he thought. I knew I should have caught them earlier!
The next morning in his third year Potion's class, a student named Kylee Masterson blew up her cauldron while making the most easiest of potions. For being a Ravenclaw, he wondered, how could be she so stupid. She's almost as bad as Longbottom! Why can't I have more students like Hermione?
Hermione? This young girl was invading his thoughts much more than he had ever expected. When he was done with his fit in the Headmaster's office, the first thing one his mind was to atleast secure some limits of protection in her life as his first act of being a father. First, he made a special visit to Draco Malfoy. As much as he liked Draco, that kid was not someone you would trust your only daughter with. The boy had quite a reputation for being so young. But then again, Severus had been that young once before and his memories of being seventeen was enough to make sure that Hermione was never added to the list of girls that Draco Malfoy had made his way through.
Slytherin Sex God, indeed, he thought, Over my dead body! There's no telling how many girls he has deflowered! Wait, I don't even know if Hermione.........oh God! Please let that girl still maintain her flowers! I just got her, I don't want to go to Azkaban!
Then he had hunted for Potter and Weasley, with no success. No one he talked to knew where they were. Those two had a knack for hiding out and wandering off when they shouldn't. But where-ever they went, Hermione was sure to be right by their side. He stormed around the castle half the day, before giving up. He would catch them later. And then they could learn not to hide from him, especially when he was trying to ensure some safety for his daughter. Maybe he could hang them by their toes and torture them into never stepping a foot close to Hermione.
The bell rang, dismissing the class. He straightened his robes, knowing that Hermione liked tidy appearances while during classes. Everytime he had ever seen her in her school uniform, she was always the perfect student model. But now it was time for his seventh year Potions with Slytherin and Gryffindor. In a few minutes, students began to pile in. Sure enough, Hermione entered with Harry and Ron plastered to her hips much to Snape's distaste. The inseparable Golden Trio. The class sat in their seats, awaiting further instructions, while Snape noticed that she seemed to stick herself in the center of the two boys. Finally he spoke.
"I will be pairing all of you into groups. For the rest of the year, I will assign groups that you will work in. Now Potter, you sit with Mr. Zambini. Longbottom with Bulstrode. Weasley with Nott. Thomas with Avery."
He named off the rest of the class with their partners, when Malfoy smiled that only he and Hermione were left, Snape could only bear the satisfaction of telling them both "Since you two are Head students, I will trust you two to work by yourselves."
Hermione's hand shot up. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Sir, since we are Heads wouldn't it work better if you put us into groups with students who maybe struggling?"
"Detention, Miss Granger."
He watched as her mouth furiously opened and shut several times, as if deciding to speak out of turn, before drawing in a deep breath. He knew that she was about to challenge his decision or punishment. "What? Why?"
"I wish to know that the two most cleverest students can do several complex potions properly, before I let them tutor inside of my class. Now, for as for the rest of you, instructions are on the board."
The class went by without disruption. The pairs he put together were working quietly, whispering when necessary. Snape had caught Harry shooting Draco looks that wished they could kill. Draco kept stealing looks at Hermione while smirking to himself. The thought as to what was behind those smirks unnerved Snape far too much that he almost asked Draco what he was doing watching his daughter in such a manner. But what he kept noticing was the glares that Hermione was sending him, and mouthing to herself about something. He couldn't help but think that she looked so cute when she was being mouthy, even if she was the only one who knew what she was saying.It wasn't that he wanted to give her detention but he knew that he had to have some way of keeping her away from her friends for awhile after classes. This was the only way he knew to separate the inseparable three. Can't stop them, split them up. No way those two walking disasters would try anything stupid without having her there to bail them out. He smirked to himself, he had found a way to spend time with her and keep her from any dangers that came with being friends with Potter. The war may be over but that walking talking spawn of James Potter was overly confident, and would be sure to find some new threat to make his life thrilling once more.
With the bell dismissing the class, Snape watched his child walk out with her friends. "Stupid git! Give me detention? That's just great! I haven't had detention since first year when Malfoy told on us for being out at Hagrid's hut after hours! Detention and Hermione Granger do not belongin the same sentence. How will I finish my homework when I have detention? And I'm stuck with a man that doesn't know how to wash his hair. I just hope he doesn't drip grease on me. That would ruin a bad day."
So that's what she thinks of me? Well then, maybe she should see the real side of me. I have been altering my appearance since I was young. Wonder how she'll react? Guess I'll find out later.
Outside the classroom was a loud bang. Severus walked to the door, poking just his head outside the classroom. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were group hugging his daughter. He had guessed that she had thrown her heavy bag down the corridor, since it lay ten feet ahead of the three. Hermione was cursing and crying loudly.
"It'll be okay, Herms. Just pretend that the evil bastard doesn't exsist, atleast until dinner time." Ron said, rubbing her back.
"Detention? Not one in almost six years!" she sobbed.
"Hey, we can go in there and get detention with you. Would that make you feel better?"
Hermione heard a thump on a head, but paid no attention to the boys who were trying to console her. All of a sudden she ripped herself from their grip, a look that could scare any beast away was now setting into her facial features. Both boys took a step back, there in front of them stood a very angry looking Hermione with a tear-stained face, her hair frizzy and wild from the boys hugs,making her look like an untame health hazard.
"I'll show that arrogant, greasy haired, pureblood wanna be vampire of a prat who he is messing with!" she sneered and stormed off.
"Mate, you think we should chase after her?" Ron asked.
"No Ron. Let her cool down abit. She's probably went to speak with Moaning Mertle. Don't know about you but I don't want to go in there ever again. That is one ghost that looks at me weird, like she is checking me out."
"Well, you might notice that girls check you out if you quit chasing after Hermione's heart. You do realize that she has never had a boyfriend? She would never even date Krum! Face it mate, she's not interested in guys yet."
"I know, but I want her to know that I am always an option. Whenever the time may be."
"You have got the love sickness bad, my friend!" Ron turned to leave, but stopped. "Give her time Harry. She'll come around when she is ready. Don't push it. Besides wait til she hears about the bet between you and Malfoy! Either she'll kill you or else she may love you for fighting for her without violence. Who knows, but mate, tell her soon about the bet before Malfoy does. She won't take that too kindly from him."
Harry looked up and caught Snape's head out the door. The young boy had the nerve to shoot Snape a dirty scowl, before heading back to Gryffindor Tower. Severus went back into his class with only one thought running through his mind. What did I do?
A/N: Hermione's detention is next! Is Snape gonna tell her? I think that he..........ha ha. You thought I was gonna tell. Nope, not telling!
Hugs from a fruit,
Cherry