The oddly talented Miss Rose Snape's Song Part three Disclaimer: Not all mine.

Rose's defence class had already made up their mind. They hated Umbridge before the class began. Hufflepuffs were loyal. She picked on one, so the rest had her back and not many of them were on the ministry's side,
"Don't worry Hunter, we all know the truth. We'll put her straight if we have to," said one boy.
"Thanks, but I think she hates me already," said Rose.
"Well just be glad you didn't hear her speech. Then I know full well, you'd have thrown something at her," said Jasmine.
"Moi? Never dream of it..." she began.
However she did dream of it as soon as Umbridge entered the room and said,
"Wands away! You'll not be needing them for this lesson. Not at all," "What?" asked half of the class.
Rose still had her wand in her hand. Not using a wand for one lesson was acceptable. Not at all was another matter. Her wand ended up back on her desk. She didn't like the idea of that particular teacher having a wand in her hand and she not,
"As long as you study my theory hard enough..." began Umbridge.
"Theory is no good for the pratical exam. These are NEWTs. We really need all the..." began Rose.
"Students will raise their hand when they speak in my class Miss Hunter," said Umbridge.
Rose paused and smuggly and coldly said,
"If they are a first year perhaps. But you're dealing with adults now and would like to be treated as such if you don't mind too much"
"Out! Get out of my classroom!" ordered Umbridge.
Rose made things worse by folding her arms and refusing the order,
"What's the matter Professor? Stopping my song, kicking me out of class, have I wronged you in the past?" she asked.
"I told you to get out!" snapped Umbridge.
Rose sighed and picked up her wand and her bag,
"You can't keep me away forever. I'm intitled to this NEWT," she said.

Rose left the room, glad of an extra free and to be rid of the most horrible teacher, that she had ever come across and she'd had six years of Snape, who was starting to look like a primary school teacher, who always gave the class sweets.
At a distance Rose saw Dumbledore approach her and panicked. There was no point in running as fast as she could in the opposite direction as he'd only find her again,
"Rose? Shouldn't you be in class?" he asked.
"On the timetable sir but not according to the teacher. I don't think she likes me very much," she replied.
Dumbledore smiled slightly at her. Rose looked quite fed up of the whole situation and turned the ring on her finger. He sighed,
"Did you disagree with her teaching methods?" he asked.
"Only a little...I also didn't like being treated like a four year old sir. Just a couple of things I might have made clear. Plus I asked her if there was any real problem with me. You know because of the feast..." began Rose.
Dumbledore held up his hand,
"She has had a few...troublsome classes today Rose. Harry Potter I believe already has a week of detention for pointing out the truth of..Cedric's death," he said.
"Didn't get that far with us. I'm glad too. I don't think I could have taken anymore from her sir, least of all that. An insult to his memory. Accident indeed," she said.
Dumbledore smiled warmly at her,
"You believe Harry and I are telling the truth?" he asked.
"Yes sir. I don't believe Harry would make it up and Cedric was more than capable of handling anything that maze through at him," replied Rose.
Dumbledore looked around then said,
"See me at eight o clock. I have a propersition for you. But do try and stay out of trouble with Professor Umbridge," he said.
"Yes sir, I will sir, thank you sir," she said.

Rose walked to potions before the bell went and Snape was surprised to see her first into his classroom. He raised an eyebrow at her and she looked at him innocently as though it was normal for pupils to seem so eager into his classroom,
"Sir?" she asked.
"A little fast weren't you Miss Hunter?" he asked.
"I didn't have far to go sir," replied Rose.
"Clearly. You had defence I believe," said Snape.
"Of a fashion sir," replied Rose.
Snape couldn't help but smirk,
"Do I detect disapproval in your tone Miss Hunter?" he asked.
"Something like that sir," she replied.
"Any main issues you care to discuss?" he asked.
Rose looked at him suspiciously. She knew as well as many people that he had always wanted Umbridge's position. She didn't trust him being as politely curious as he was but remembered, he was responsible for her fame as a hufflepuff,
"Lack of practical and being spoken to like a child. At NEWT level sir are my main issues," replied Rose.
"Not very helpful for you is it?" asked Snape.
"Not really sir. But best concentrate on this NEWT first. It's your main priority after all," she replied.
Snape turned around as the rest of the class turned up. As Jasmine had always hated potions, Rose was quite alone in the classroom, which was better for all of them, well all three of them. It had been a long note taking lesson, along with instructions for the first potion that they would be making. Rose had almost done when Professor Flitwick knocked on the door. Snape pointed his wand at the door effortlessly and he pottered inside,
"Sorry to disturb Professor, just a quick word with Miss Hunter...might I borrow you this evening?" he asked.
Rose winced and shook her head,
"Sorry sir, Professor Dumbledore wanted to see me then," she replied.
"Oh! No matter...find me when you have a moment," he said.
"Yes sir," said Rose.
Due to this it took her longer than the others to get everything down. She was still there when the others had gone, scribbling furiously. Snape smirked at her,
"Not to worry Hunter, there are no more classes for a while yet. It is lunchtime after all," he said.
"I won't keep you sir..." began Rose.
"You aren't. But I'd see Professor Flitwick if I were you as soon as possible," he said.
"You know something?" asked Rose.
Snape smirked,
"Carry on Hunter," he said.
Rose smiled slightly as she continued. It couldn't be anything bad by his expression and that meant it was to do with singing. She finished up and went to find the charms Professor in the great hall. He walked towards her smiling away,
"You have a christmas song to prepare Miss Hunter!" he said.