A/N: Here's another chapter! I have the next two all planned out, but I haven't written them yet, and I am about to experience the joy that is finals in a few weeks, so I'm going to be studying like mad. I have a schedule all written out and everything. Very Hermione-esque, eh? Hope you enjoy.

"Granger," Snape snapped. Hermione looked up from her potion. "Detention." Hermione gave him a confused look.

"For helping Longbottom escape class without blowing up a cauldron. Six thirty, my office." Hermione sighed and continued to work, ignoring Harry and Ron's attempts to get her attention. She wondered what he would make her do in detention. She supposed she didn't have long to wait. Potions was her last class today. At the end of the class, Neville and Harry and Ron all approached her.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry you got detention because of me," Neville said.

"It's not your fault Neville. It's because I messed up his store room yesterday in my detention. He was just trying to come up with a better reason to give me a detention. I'm surprised it wasn't for breathing too loudly." Neville didn't seem convinced, but he hurried off, with the excuse of an extra credit project in herbology.

"Hermione, aren't you upset with your detention?" Harry asked.

"Not really, I mean, I did completely mess up his store room, so really I deserve it. The only irritating part is that it's interfering with my study schedule." Ron snorted.

"Exams aren't for ages, Hermione," he said.

"I hardly think six weeks is ages," Hermione snapped.

"Cool it guys," Harry said, "Let's go get an early dinner from the kitchens."

"Great, I'm starving," Ron exclaimed.

"No thanks, I'm going to the library to get some work done before my detention. I'll eat later," Hermione said, and she walked away. Boys and their one track minds, she thought. On second thought, two track minds. Boys only want two things in life… food and girls.

Hermione looked up from her arithmancy paper to realize she had seven minutes to get to her detention on time. Shoving books into her bag, she practically ran to the dungeons. So much for getting something to eat she thought. She knocked on Snape's office door at exactly six thirty. He called for her to enter.

"Granger, you'll be helping me with some brewing this evening. Leave your things on that chair and follow me," he said, indicating the chair in front of his desk. Hermione dropped her bag on the table, and removed her wand from it, casting a neat spell she had found the other day on her hair. It prevented it from becoming bushier and greasy when she was brewing. Then she slipped her wand into her sleeve and followed Professor Snape into his lab.

"Miss Granger can you tell me what this potion is?" he asked. Hermione remained silent. "Surely you know this Granger," Snape taunted.

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Then what is it?"

More silence. And then finally, "It's a contraceptive potion, sir," Hermione said.

"Very good, Miss Granger. I'm sure you also know what it does?"

"Yes sir."

"Explain, Granger."

"Well, uhm, it's used to prevent conception."

"Anyone could figure that out, Miss Granger. I was expecting a better answer from you."

"Not anyone, sir. Older students have gotten pregnant by accident before. Clearly they can't figure it out."

"Miss Granger, are you really so naïve as to believe that pregnancy could be an accident?"

"No, sir."

"Very well Miss Granger, stir this counter-clockwise until I return," he instructed.

"But sir, the instructions say…"

"Miss Granger, you are not the teacher. Do as I say." Hermione briefly considered sabotaging the potion while he was gone, but decided against it. She had no idea what else he had done differently and what might happen if she threw something in it. She didn't fancy a stay in the Hospital Wing this close to exams.

Professor Snape reentered the lab with a jar.

"Good, Miss Granger. You've learned to follow simple commands. Now, watch closely as I add the next ingredient." He opened the jar and pulled out a piece of gillyweed.

"Sir, why is gillyweed used in this potion?" Hermione asked, just as Snape dropped the gillyweed into the cauldron. He walked to the other end of the room to the sink without answering her question. She looked back at the potion as it began to bubble.

"Uh, sir?" Hermione began, and then the potion exploded. It showered half a cauldron of yellow-orange slimy looking potion on the room and Hermione. Whipping out her wand, she tried to vanish the slime from her clothing and face. It didn't work.

Snape appeared next to her, smirking.

"You meant for that to happen, didn't you sir?" Hermione asked. He didn't reply. Her stomach growled loudly, and she was sure he heard. How embarrassing. I can't believe I forgot to eat.

"Miss Granger, I'm going to get a cup of coffee. I will be returning momentarily. Don't move." The minute he left the room, Hermione pulled out her wand and levitated the cauldron, which was still half full of nasty potion. Snape returned to the lab, only for Hermione to dump the cauldron on his head. He stood in the doorway, covered in slimy yellow potion, and stared at Hermione.

"I suppose I deserved that. And yes, Granger, I did plan the explosion. It took half of last night to find something that wouldn't kill us when it exploded. That's what you get for messing with my stores." Hermione smiled at him.

"Sir," she said, conjuring a mirror. "Your hair's pink."

"Granger," he growled. "Not a word about this to anyone. Now, come on. I've ordered dinner for us, as I have yet to eat as well. Then you're going to help me figure out how to fix my hair," Snape said. Hermione followed him into his office wiping her face on her sleeve to rid it of most of the potion gunk. He certainly was behaving very un-Snapeishly.

A/N: Now, I can't make any promises as to when the next chapter will be out. The more reviews I get, the sooner it will be. So please review. Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter! Also, anyone got any good study tips for finals?