The Spice of Life
Hermione slammed the roll of parchment on Snape's desk and leaned over it towards him, shouting with out any regard to possible consequences.
"You are being entirely unreasonable about this, sir !" Normally she wouldn't dare to raise her voice to a teacher, but losing this many points on her homework, because somehow Neville had made his cauldron explode yet again, had pushed Hogwarts' resident know it all over the edge.
"And you, Miss Granger, are behaving like a spoiled toddler throwing a tantrum." Snape was never above insulting a student, especially where Hermione Granger was concerned.
"What are you going to do about, throw me over your knee and spank me?" One of Snape's eyebrows twitched at her words, and an unreadable emotion passed through his eyes.
"Miss Granger that was the most wildly inappropriate thing I've ever heard from a student." They Stared icily at one another a moment before Hermione turned her head away sullenly.
"I respectfully request that you reconsider your decision sir." In an instant all the will to fight seemed to have vanished from her.
She thought she heard him sigh faintly. "Leave it here and I'll look it again, but don't expect anything."
Barely suppressing a smile at her victory, Hermione hurried towards the door before Snape could change his mind. Never knowing what possessed her, she turned back just as she clasped the handle and smiled mischievously at him.
"You never know sir; I might enjoy something wildly inappropriate like that." The quill in Snape's hand snapped in half, the look on his face plainly telling her that he wouldn't mind the prospect either. Still smiling she turned and vanished out the door, brown curls bobbing behind her.