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War of Wills

Hermione spent the rest of the day in the library. The rest of the day including skipping class (gasp!) and begging Madam Pince at closing time to let her have a few extra minutes (the last action usually being frequent enough not to cause any reaction). So Hermione made do by checking out half the library. She arrived back to the Gryffindor Common room laden with a bulging bag of books and extra armfuls cluttered up past her shoulders, causing an already worried pair of boys to confront her.

"Hermione, what exactly do you think you are doing?" Harry asked.

"Working." Hermione growled in a way that just said 'Back off!!'

Ron chickened out and 'discreetly' slipped across the room to hide behind a game of wizard's chess. Which wasn't a good move, considering Lavender was next to it.

"Won won…" she murmured 'temptingly', but instead sounding like she was about to cough up a hair ball. Ron winced.

"We haven't seen you all day. You skipped class!! Are you OK?" Harry questioned worriedly.

"Just fine." Hermione bit back.

Harry flinched. "Well, I'm sorry for worrying about you like I thought true friends were supposed to."

Hermione sighed and threw herself an abandoned sofa. "I'm sorry, Harry. I've been a little busy today."

Harry nodded understandingly. "Is this anything to do with Snape?"

Hermione's face turned a bright shade of red. "I swear I will kill him if I get my hands on him!!" she seethed.

"I'm sure it's been a big mistake. If you pretend it never happened, things'll be better." Harry mollified.

"Don't you dare try to calm me down, Harry James Potter! Snape is a nasty ignorant greasy brute! But then, since I am not quite so nasty, not all ignorant or greasy or in the slightest way a brute, I shall give him one more chance to redeem himself. And only one more chance." She finished savagely storming out of the room.

"Oy mate." Ron called from the other side of the room. "I could almost find it in myself to pity Snape." He grinned. "Well, almost."

"I'm just scared of what she'll do, mate." Harry replied. "I've never seen 'Mione like this before."

"Nothing can be too bad when it comes to Snape, eh?" Ron digged.

"I'm just scared what she'll do to herself to get to him…"

When they arrived in Potions the next morning, Hermione was already there, going through textbook by textbook with Snape. "And this says…and this shows…"

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance before settling down at their table.

"So this shows that I was right!" Hermione concluded triumphantly.

Snape looked at her the way he would a nasty little bug he would love to squish, the only thing stopping him being the pure delight of taking it apart piece by piece, and the thought of the mess it would make on his carpet.

"Miss Granger, if I wished for you to throw at me useless information from out-of-date books, I believe I would have told you." He sneered.

"They are not out-of-date!" Hermione fought.

"I believe I am the teacher here, Miss Granger, am I not?"

"No you're the asshole here." She muttered.

"What exactly was that, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, sir." Hermione clearly accentuated. A disbelieving eyebrow rose.

"I don't believe that was it, Miss Granger."

"Prove it then, sir." Hermione snapped back.

Snape glowered at her.

"Now, Miss Granger, if you have nothing better to do than waste my time perhaps-"

"But I was right! These books prove it!!" Hermione swung her arms wildly, flailing one past a caldron nearby.

"Really? And exactly what books are these?" Snape smirked.

Hermione paused confused. Hadn't they already been over this? She glanced at the table. They books were gone!! Gone? She glanced about frantically. Drowning in a pool of yellow goo in that blasted caldron beside her were her precious books. She had sent them flying a minute ago across the table. Blast. Madam Pince would have her life.

"Perhaps it was our celebrity, the boy-who-wouldn't-die, who was so distracting you when you read those particular books, to get your facts so muddled up." Snape murmured hatefully.

Hermione was hit by a spot of blind rage. She opened her mouth and said the first abominable thing that came into her head. "Leave your son out of this."

Snape gaped.

"Oh so you thought you could have a thing for Lily and nobody would ever find out? For somebody that thinks they're as smart as you think you are, you're incredibly dumb." Hermione snorted. "It's actually been pretty funny over the years. I mean, when we found out, and you constantly bullying Harry, and all." She giggled. "Well, ta ra all!" She disappeared out of the classroom, leaving Snape looking ready to faint, Harry groaning into his hands ("She did not just do that") and Ron barely holding his stomach down ("that is just wrong on too many levels").

The Battle of the Wills was over for Hermione. The War had begun.