"Bloody git" Ron vented while pacing to and fro.
"He knows we have quidditch on Saturday! The evil bat realized that without you as seeker, we might as well not even try! No way can we beat Slytherin without you!"
"Ron calm down, Harry you did kind of ask for it. You shouldn't have spoken to Professor Snape like that, especially not in front of the whole class." Hermione said pointedly.
Harry rolled his eyes, trying to come up with a way to defend his actions, but he just couldn't find an excuse to justify them.
"He started it" Harry all but whined. The minute it came out of his mouth he wished he could take it back. How childish that sounded... he started it. After all Harry was 15, not 5.
But really Snape enjoyed provoking him. He was an instigator. He should just learn to keep his overly large nose to himself, if he could do that then Harry wouldn't send a rude retort back towards him.
"Hermione, Snape totally did that on purpose and you know it! He just wants Slytherin to win the house cup and he knows that if you take Harry out of the equation, their win is practically edged in stone!"
"You guys still have a good chance even without me." Harry said trying to reassure Ron.
"You still have Fred, George, and Katie. I'm sure you'll do great, I'd try to come and watch but the greasy git will probably have me cleaning cauldrons for the entire Saturday!"
"Harry, you earned it. He's a professor, you need to respect him and put your stupid grudge aside."
"I don't have a grudge Mione, he does! Because of some stupid row he had with my father, I don't know why, but now he loathes me and somehow came up with the idea that by making my life a living hell he would get revenge on my dad."
Hermione just rolled her eyes.
Harry who was not enjoying this conversation, glanced at the clock and realized it was 7:45. He really didn't want to be late to his detention, it would just be another reason Snape would have to take away another quidditch game.
"All right guys I have to go, Wish me luck!" Ron gave him a sympathetic gesture, but all Hermione did was stick up her nose.
Really sometimes she was SO annoying!
"Thump, thump" After staring at the polished wood door for approximately 7 minutes, Harry finally realized he couldn't stall any longer unless he wanted to be late.
"Enter" a silky cold voice echoed through the door. Harry cautiously turned the knob on the door, as if it might explode at any minute and taking a last gulp of air he pushed the heavy door open.
Snape's chamber was exactly as he had expected, covered in Slytherin colors, dark, cold, but surprisingly it had a kind of warm filling to it.
Their was a large dark green rug spread out across the mahogany wooded floor and a chestnut colored desk sat right in the middle, behind it a blazing fire flamed, spreading warmth all around the mass expanse of space.
Snape sat at his desk making red quill marks all over some poor kids essay. He didn't even glance up as Harry entered the room and took in the new surrounding.
Harry quietly shut the door and then stood awkwardly, eyes traveling around the room.
Suddenly Snape snapped "Potter thank you for gracing my presence, actually on time for once. How very... unexpected."
Harry shot him a glare, but wisely kept his mouth shut. Remembering Hermione's words "He's a professor Harry, you have to respect him."
Forcing an all to fake smile on his face, he decided it was better to stay on Snape's good side... if he even had one.
Harry gritted his teeth and uttered a "Good evening Professor."
Snape chose to completely ignore this statement and simply said "Well get to work Potter, those cauldrons aren't going to clean themselves and I won't put up with your dawdling of laziness. There will be no slacking off in my detentions."
Snape gestured towards the gue-filled cauldrons and then towards a closet, presumingly filled with cleaning supplies. "You may begin."