Chapter 4

Previously-

"'I can't believe you would go that far?'" He hissed as he quoted her words back. " So, it was you three all along, I knew it."

He leaned over her, his face getting closer with every word. If intimidation was an art form, then he would be have been a master.

Hermione, was a Gryffindor however, so instead of cowering, he had raised her shackles and there was no way the lioness in her, was backing down.

"But you have no proof, do you Professor? Otherwise we would already be in detention. You seem to have been bested by Gryffindors, sir." She ended her challenge with a sharp prod to his chest.

He staggered back completely shocked by her audacity. She poked me, poked me. The utter insolence.

Hermione herself was pretty impressed by her daring. She even had a little chant going on in her head, Uh huh, go girl, go girl, you got him, go girl, uh huh, go girl.

As he gathered his pride back around him like a cloak, he realised there was only one way to go about this. He was a Slytherin for Merlins sake, it was time to show her who the true pranksters of the school were.

As he stepped towards her again, his face was stone, no emotions peaking through. Inside anticipation churned in his gut, he was looking forward to revenge, sweet sweet revenge.

As Hermione saw his utter lack of expression, she realised she had just challenged, the Head of Slytherin, a very clever man with a very loose set of morals.

"Make no mistake, my dear Miss Granger." The last oozed sarcasm. "You are in way over your head. If you carry on with this, I will destroy you." He said it matter of factly, so sure of himself, there could be no doubt in his mind, who would win.

Hands privately shaking, Hermione's Gryffindor pride left her with only one option.

"Oh yeah? Well bring it on, 'cause it's on like Donkey Kong."

Snape raised an eyebrow, "Do I even want to know?"

Hermione stuttered slightly, "Well whatever, this isn't finished." She lurched back a few steps, turned around and stumbled off to her next class, completely shaken by the result of the conversation.

Snape just sneered at her back, mind already filled with ideas for revenge. What in Circe's name is Donkey Kong though? Granger has definitely lost it.

The next morning, Hermione stumbled into the Great Hall, after sleeping surprisingly little the previous night. Wearily, she plonked down into the seat between Harry and Ron and sunk her head onto her arms, resting them on the table. She had been far to nervous and jittery to get any proper sleep, expecting at any minute to be attacked by Snape.

When Harry heard a snore coming from underneath the mound of hair, he gently shook her. "Hermione… Hermione… you need to eat breakfast. We've got Transfiguration first, can't disappoint your precious McGonagall now, can we?"

Blearily, she opened her eyes and lifted her head to peer at him. "I'm sooo hungry." She almost turned her eyes inward, frowning at her self, she must have been so sleep deprived that she misspoke. She was feeling positively nauseous this morning.

"I mean, I am super hungry." She frowned once more. Her brain must be more befuddled than she had thought.

Ron overhearing, nodded approvingly, "Of course you're hungry, Hermione. Here, have some toast." He garbled this, through his own muffin stuffed mouth.

She glared at the offering. " Yes, thank you." At this Ron plonked it down on her plate. She glared at it but was wary of opening her mouth again, as she still wasn't saying what she meant to.

Grabbing a book out her bag, she pretended to read from it, trying to stave off anymore questions. She hoped to do so until the bell went for first lesson, Harry however had other ideas.

"Ugh look at Malfoy over there looking so smug. Such an ugly git, don't you think so Hermione?"

"Well, of course he looks so gorgeous and dreamy. His hair is lovely and I would love to run my fingers through it." Harry recoiled in shock. "Hermione!"

Hermione herself, was utterly horrified by what she had said. She resolutely shook her head to deny it. Harry, cottoning on to what was going on, started asking awkward questions, like the teenager he was. "Oh and what about Goyle and Crabbe?"

"Well, Goyle is so hunky and tall and Crabbe has such luscious hair." Harry snorted with laughter, almost choking on his Pumpkin juice. "And Snape?"

Now dear readers, what Hermione and Harry hadn't realised, is that the hex Hermione was under, didn't make her say the opposite to what she was going to say but the opposite to what the truth was.

"Well he's got such greasy hair and I'd hate to held in those strong arms. His voice is absolutely awful to listen too. It's far too velvety and deep. And his eyes, I'd hate to—

"Ok ok we get it." At this Harry had a mildly disgusted look. His theory, now being completely shot out of the water.

A throat was suddenly cleared behind them. They strained their knecks to look up, only to see a smirking Snape standing behind them. Hermione flushed, she was starting to understand what the hex did.

Snape raised an eyebrow in silent query to Granger, obviously having overheard the last bit. She avoided his gaze and his smirk widened. He waltzed off down the aisle to the doors of the Great Hall and swept out. Hermione sighed in relief, as he hadn't questioned further.

"Blimey, that was scary." Ron shovelled another mouthful in, as he reflected.

Harry just hummed in agreement, as he gazed speculatively at Hermione.

"Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall smiled at her favourite student. Hermione looked up cautiously from her notes, she'd been copying everything her professor had been saying, since the beginning of lesson.

"Can you explain to Mr Crabbe, why we don't use permanent transfiguration?" She looked at Hermione expectantly, which of course wasn't the wrong thing to do, Hermione had known that answer since she was 12.

"Nope." Hermione was horrified at what she had just uttered, having momentarily forgotten what the hex was about. The teacher herself looked similarly shocked.

"You did do the homework didn't you?" McGonagall was distressed she even had to ask. The theory was fundamental for the homework and Granger had never not handed a piece of homework in.

"'Course not. Why would I?" At this the whole classroom gasped. They would have been less astounded if Voldemort himself had walked through the door. Hermione was notorious for not just finishing every single assignment but for practically begging for more.

Professor McGonagall looked very worried.

"Miss Granger, are you feeling alright?" She queried, hoping for a positive answer.

"Yes, professor. I'm perfectly well." Hermione's face showed utter mortification. Wasn't there a way around this hex? The problem was, Hermione kept speaking without thinking and the curse didn't allow her to lie.

"Well, why don't you go see Madam Pomfrey anyway?"

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione gathered all her belongings, glad that she'd come up with a neutral answer, and scurried out of the classroom.

She didn't go to the infirmary though, she decided instead, to barricade herself in her dormitory. Only when the blush of embarrassment had faded from her cheeks, did she contemplate true revenge against the Potions Master.

AN: I hope this long one makes up a little for being away so long. Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I guess life has a funny way of taking up time. ;p What a nonsense statement. I have 26 followers and 11 faves, I am feeling extremely spoilt. ;p

Anyway, it's the Chinese New Year tomorrow, so happy new year for those who'll be celebrating. ;p

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