The three Gryffindor's exchanged worried glances as they once again took their seats.
Snape watched as Hermione nervously twisted in her chair, curling her bouncy hair around her finger, and as Potter and Weasley continued to shoot anxious looks at one another.
How he loved to see them all at such unease!
"Ms. Granger, what should I do with you? You continue to interrupt my classroom with your inconsequential statements and lack of respect. You think you're better then all of us, smarter even. You couldn't keep your mouth shut for your life, you infuriating know-it-all. This is the last warning! Keep your mouth shut during class or I will cast the silencio spell on you."
Hermione was flabbergasted. She couldn't find words to respond to that! For once she was silent. Pleased, Snape moved on to Ron.
"Mister Weasley, I strongly suggest you invest in a watch seeing that not once this year have you've arrived to my class with adequate time to sit down and take out your supplies, furthermore if I get any disrespect out of you anytime soon I will cut out your tongue and use it as a rare and treasured potions ingredient."
"You two may leave, however Potter you will remain."
Snape watched as Hermione and Ron's eyes traveled to Harry.
They exchanged a nod of the head, as confirmation that he would be alright and then turned and dashed out of the dungeons.
Harry stayed seated, wondering what the hell he had done wrong this time.
It was so unfair. Snape was so unfair. The world was so unfair.
He looked up to meet the cold, unfeeling eyes of Severus Snape.
"Sir?" he questioned, trying to sound semi-respectful.
"Ahhh Mister Potter. I noticed that during my lesson your mind, if you actually do have one, was else where. Care to explain what could possibly be more intriguing and interesting then my lesson?"
Harry pondered over how to respond to this statement.
He knew how he wanted to respond 'any bloody damn thing!' Then again, that wouldn't end well.
"I was just uhm, thinking sir."
"Thinking, Mister Potter?"
Harry nodded.
"Interesting, care to elaborate?"
Harry quickly realized he didn't like where this was going and decided to stop this conversation before it ended him up in another detention.
"No."
"Potter that was a rhetorical question, tell me right now!" Snape gritted out the last two words.
How infuriating the Potter boy just looked at him then once again replied "no."
"Potter tell me at once!" Snape said grabbing his desk and giving it a shake.
"No" he calmly replied once again.
Snape drew even closer, so close that his nose almost touched with Harry's.
"Potter you push limits, thinking you're better then everyone else, thinking that you don't have to respond to anybody's commands, that your ahead of us all, never minding your elders and superiors, how extraordinarily like your father."
That was it, that had just set off the time bomb, teenage angst was taking over, his head pounded as his heart quickened and his fists clenched and then he couldn't hold it back any longer...
"You bloody git! Get your abnormally large noise and greasy hair out of my face! I'm not going to tell you shit so you might as well just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, okay? You always have to win Snape, you always have to trudge on people's weaknesses, you always have to be better, be stronger! You think your oh so superior with your '10 points from Gryffindor' and your no show of emotion, but really your just a little man who has no feelings because he's all alone in the world, rotting away in this fucking dungeon! You have so many insecurities that you take out on all of us, because you can't handle them. You've wasted your life away, you were probably always cruel and heartless and now you sit alone in the dungeons, grading papers, with no life and no one, because everybody who's tried to help you, tried to understand, you've just pushed away! So you know what you bloody bastard, you deserve this, you deserve everything that's happened to you and I hope you rot in hell!"
With that Harry grabbed his stuff, jumped out from behind his desk and stomped out of the dungeon, slamming the door, leaving a wrathful and utterly speechless Snape behind.