Hermione realized the irony of her pouting after being called a child. He could be so stubborn and so pompous. Surely her hair wasn't the true reason for him denying her access, but what could it be? He had been something reminiscent of a friend. What changed? She couldn't think of something she said that could be taken as an insult. Perhaps it was simply one of his infamous mood swings. . . . It just seemed different. Hermione bit her lip contemplating the intricacies of Severus Snape's subconscious: an activity that would make a girl so lost that she would certainly have a migraine afterwards. What could she do?
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Beginning to get worried about his hair freezing, Severus was about to go in when he saw the original know-it-all Gryffindor loping towards him. "Go away, Lupin."
"I saw the argument you had with Miss Granger."
"You and half the school," Severus scoffed.
"It was a low blow to blame her hair. Especially when you aren't an expert in good hair care."
"Yes, let me take advice on my hair from a werewolf."
"Severus, I am only trying to help you. You don't have many friends, period. Why push someone away who is actually asking to spend time with you?"