Disclaimer: Why am I writing a time turner type fic if I'm JKR? Hmmmm? Why am I not writing about Horcruxes and Order meetings? Why is Harry not in the story? Hmm? Hmmm? raises hand I KNOW I KNOW! I'm not JKR and don't own HP!

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Chapter 3:

He was practically growling as he stalked down the corridor. Oh how he was hoping he would catch some Gryffindor wanting to start a fight. He wanted desperately to try and get out this anger and frustration he was feeling towards his own housemates. He cursed himself for being in Slytherin. If he wasn't, then he wouldn't have to put up with this whole pride/honor rubbish and having to comply with his housemates. If he was in any other house, he would have cursed Trevors to his grave!

It seemed he was having issues with him almost every bloody day now. "Severus, I wish that you comply with my wishes and join the Quidditch team. What else have you got to do? Bully some first year or start trouble with Gryffindors? I know you haven't got any mates."

He stopped walking and slammed his fist into the wall, not caring that he was acting very uncivilized. No one was around. It was almost seven in the evening, on Christmas Eve. Most students had chosen to stay this year because of the New Year's Ball that would be thrown, but because it was Christmas Eve, he was sure that they were all swarming to the Great Hall or spending time in their common rooms with their friends. He wasn't doing anything wrong except for being a bit noisy, so that eliminated the threat of Professors coming by.

Yes, he was utterly alone- just as Trevors had said. He had no one that cared for him. That was most likely his own mistake, though. He had disowned both his parents when he joined the Dark Lord. Associating with muggles and muggle lovers was strictly forbidden, and since one of his parents was a Mudblood and the other was married to that Mudblood, it took care of it. Once they had been cut out, he realized he really had no one to love or care for. He had only respect from people he was using and who were using him.

He didn't realize that his fist was crashing into the wall again. Being civilized was the last thing on his mind right now as his choices caught up with him finally.

"…Gryffindor, but you seek power. You're only fooling yourself into thinking this, young Snape." "DO IT." "SLYTHERIN!"

"Son, I beg of you. Please do not take the Dark Mark. Please. We love you too much for you to make one of the biggest mistakes of your life. We love you!"

"And do you pledge your oath to me?" "Yes, master." "And are you willing to give your life and more to me?" "Yes." But was he willing to lose everything?

The top thing on his mind was to block out any intruders who may have been trying to peak into his thoughts. Oh, Merlin. He wanted power. He wanted to rule. He wanted to win. And he had. He'd killed. He'd controlled someone's actions completely. He could still taste the adrenaline, and he loved every second of it. The only problem was that he had to give up everything else for it. He gave up his heart and his soul. He gave up ever being truly cared for.

Until she came along. She would join him every night after dinner in the library, in a secluded spot where no one would run into them. They'd read in peace. They'd talk quietly. They'd occasionally even laugh. She could probably taste the power, herself. No matter how aggravating she was to him, he couldn't stay away. She could've almost cast Imperius on him, and it would've made very little difference. They talked about everything comfortable. She didn't ask about his past, and he didn't ask about hers.

And it killed him during meals and classes to see her sitting and laughing at the Gryffindor table. Slowly, she went from being taken under their wing to becoming part of their group. The damned Marauders and Lily Evans (who had started going out with James Potter, much to his disgust). He had to suppress every urge to wipe that smile off her face and theirs. She was only supposed to smile like that to him! She wasn't supposed to laugh like that with them. Her eyes weren't supposed to change colors like that around those daft Gryffindors. She wasn't supposed to enjoy spending time with them.

He shook any thoughts of ownership, Hermione, and the Marauders out of his head once he heard his stomach grumble in protest of him not moving towards the Great Hall. He, however, couldn't shake off his hatred toward Trevors. He'd have to find some way to get him off his back and get even with him. How, he wasn't quite sure, yet.

He had no inclination to go to dinner tonight. He could ask a house elf to give him food if he decided he was hungry. His only real reason for going to the Great Hall was so his housemates didn't ask him what he was up to when he wasn't. Tonight, they'd all be too busy ogling their overly expensive Christmas presents. While Severus himself was rich, he did not indulge in such extravagant gifts. He enjoyed the quality of his gifts more than the quantity and price tag.

His other latest reason was to watch Hermione and to wait for her to leave the Great Hall to walk to the library. She had, however, told him that tonight she would not be able to meet him. She would be spending the night with them. He wrote off the jealousy that coursed through his entire body. He wanted to march right up to her, throw her over his shoulder, and take her away. He also knew that she would not let that happen, so it was useless.

It almost reminded him of a muggle play he read before he came to Hogwarts entitled The Taming of the Shrew. The play was supposed to be comical, but to him he saw nothing funny about it. He saw it as more of a cruel, dramatic, twisted sort of tale. That's why it interested him so.

While he was lost in his thoughts, that traveled from one subject to another (he was always thinking rapidly), he realized that he was not controlling his feet. Without choice, he walked through the giant wooden doors and kept his gaze toward the Slytherin table, not caring that his now lengthy black (he hadn't had it cut short how he liked it in weeks) was falling across his face. He sat next to Bade Hudson, a tolerable seventh year with dark red hair and piercing blue eyes.

He idly chatted with him, ignoring the urge to look to the Gryffindor table. It would do him no good, he knew. He was throwing himself into the conversation at hand, about something he knew a lot about, the dark arts, until Bade (who was quite intelligent) brought his attention to the Gryffindor table.

"It's disgusting really. Another muggle lover being created right in front of our eyes by none other than the Mudblood, Potter, Black, and Lupin. It looks as though Lupin has taken it upon himself to welcome her into the despicable art of intermixing bloodlines."

Severus turned his head toward the Gryffindor table for the first time in almost an hour. What he saw made him want to hurl things across the room. Hermione was sitting so close to Lupin that there was nothing between them. Lupin had a blush across his face as he lifted his hand up a few times before finally managing to drape it across her back. She didn't seem to mind. She had a blush on her face as well, a smile creeping onto her face as she opened her mouth to reply to the conversation they had initiated in.

"Revolting." Severus added in. In his mind, he tried to convince himself that it was simply because he hated Gryffindors in general. While he had months ago given up trying to convince himself he hated her, he didn't like that she was associated with such filth (though he knew it was inevitable since she was one of them now). Now, she was taking the association to the deepest level. Was she engaging in a relationship with the werewolf?

"I can only hope that they do not breed."

Severus's expression became cold as he glared at the interaction he was witnessing. "Excuse me." He nodded toward the other wizard and stormed off, his robes billowing as he walked out the Great Hall.

Once a decent distance away, he smashed his fist into the wall again in frustration. "That really is a nasty habit. Three times in one day."

That voice. That bossy, gentle, though stern voice filled with pure concern. It was her. He didn't even turn around to face her, almost ashamed that he was seen in his moments of weakness. He was not used to having them at all, but when he did, he liked to make sure they were private in a confined area where he could be left to himself and his thoughts. Now, this was all ruined by her. Everything was being ruined by her. She entered his life and caused chaos within his body and outside of.

"You saw." He stated, watching as his suspicions were confirmed, when he felt her nod her head up and down.

"I did not mean to intrude into your private moments of anger Severus, but I am concerned about you." And she was. He could tell by the way her voice was slightly raised and laced with sadness. She was so easy to read. Anyone he knew could do it. She wore her heart on her sleeve just as the old muggle saying stated; yet, he could not read any deeper than word by word. Every time he seemed to have her figured out and what she was up to or what she was doing, she pulled something like this.

"You? Concerned about me?" He snorted. "You have caused me nothing but trouble since the day you came." He stated coldly. His simple words and short statement began to have an effect on her almost immediately. They seemed to burn her.

She looked very taken aback, but remained unmoved. For a second, she just stood there, before tears welled up in her eyes, though she refused to let them drop down her face. She soaked them up quickly again and just stood there. He wanted to add something more to her, but he couldn't. He couldn't be angry with her any longer, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize.

So, for minutes that seemed like eternity, they stood there. Then, once she had backed up to the wall for support, she took a deep breath and stood up straight, upright, and defiant. She didn't get any closer to him; they stood far apart, even farther than they had when she had first met him all those weeks and months ago… when she first started to plague his thoughts and control his emotions.

"I'm sorry that I've caused you so much trouble. I only meant to befriend you, and I thought I had. I'm sorry that I was so mistaken." She curtly said, turning her back on him and walking down the corridor they were presently in.

He watched as she disappeared up a staircase he knew led to the library and the Gryffindor common room past that, but he knew she wouldn't be stopping in the library. His expression remained the same- stony. He took a deep breath just as she had moments ago. He ruined any relationship he could've had with her? And why? Because he was jealous of Lupin and the other halfwits. Why? Because he was blinded. Because he was stupid.

She didn't only intrigue him. He had grown to need her. And he hated it.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." He said, allowing his voice to be quiet with emotion before he made his way to the cold dungeons.

Isn't intrigued a brilliant word! smirks

A/N: Did you love it? Did you hate it? Do you wanna stone me? Do you want to give me smores? Did you think it was mediocre?

You know what to do. And you know you want to.

P.S. Did anyone else take the W.O.M.B.A.T? I got an O on it! I thought I'd get a T for sure!