Disclaimer: I'm not writing it! You well have to murder me!

Cherry Blossoms
By Alan's Only & Arlena Biotch
Pairing- SS/HG
Rating-R
Part 6

Hermione had left dinner early with no sign of a certain dungeon master. She headed up to her dorm. She plopped down on her bed. The notebook poked her side. A smirk came to her lips. She will write all she knew about sex. And Snape will get what he asked for and eat it to.

Hermione walked down to the dungeon a bit before the lunch bell should ring. She knocked on the door and a loud 'Enter' was yelled. She opened the door right as the lunch bell rang.

"Lucky as usual Ms Granger." Snape said looking up at her.

Hermione held the notebook to her chest. She walked up to the desk and handed Snape the notebook. He took it and flipped it open. Hermione was about to leave but Snape's voice stopped her.

"Ah ah. Ms Granger sit down and wait." said Snape. Hermione sighed and sat down at one of the desks in the back, her feet on the desk.

Snape was looking a bit smug when he opened the notebook, but it was as if someone smeared it right off his face as he started to look in the notebook, and then he closed it with a snap and looked at the cover.

"What I, Hermione Granger, Know About Sex for the Sex Ed. Class." He murmured to himself and it was Hermione's turn to smirk as he re-opened the notebook and scanned through the full notebook. He nodded approvingly at some points, which quirked Hermione's interests.

'A lot of it was just diagrams and notes, what the hell does he think he's nodding at!' she thought angrily. She stood up again but there was a slight cough and she turned around to see Snape glaring at her from over the notebook.

"Sit back down Ms. Granger. If your hungry, I will have something brought down for you. Otherwise, sit back down…Now." He ordered and she sat, slouching, with her feet back up on the seat in front of her, glaring at the face that was retreating to look back at the notebook.

She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. Soon she could feel the chair slowly fall back. She couldn't catch herself and fell back wards.

"Shit…Fuck…Ow…Fucker…" She groaned as she sat up and righted her chair, still muttering things about the "damn fucking chair that she should use to start her fires if she could" chair.

"You wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would you? Has that book I gave you gone completely to your head?" Snape asked and Hermione gave her most piercing glares, as she muttered a "Fuck no…dickhead…"

"Excuse me Ms. Granger!" He looked quite flustered and Hermione just gave a snort and muttered;

"There's no excuse for you…" and sat back down in her chair as Snape finished going through her notebook. There was a sound of him moving as he walked infront of her, holding out the notebook. As soon as it was at arms reach, it disappeared into her robes.

"Very nice Ms. Granger, but I would have preferred it if you had read the book I got for you, for it might teach you a few things about the, ah, non-female anatomy. Don't you think?" he said at her quite pissed off looking face.

"No I don't, because I haven't read it you moron…" her being up all night writing had made her mood quite…sour.

"Ms Granger I think you should pull out what every crawled up your ass last night and died, because you are going straight for a detention." Snape said looking down at Hermione, a sneer plastered on his face.

She looked defiantly up at him and sneered back. "What? The widdle potions masta gonna give widdle ol me a detention? HA! I wouldn't care if you gave me a detention for the rest of the year you old BAT! I haven't said a lot of stuff in my years with you, and I've been good, but you just jumped on my last nerve buddy! I suggest you take your crotchety old bat body into you back rooms and gloat on the fact you have succeeded, yet again on being a complete and utter ass to all, and trust me, I do mean all, of your students, one way or the other, and I am not in the goddamn mood to DEAL with your SHIT right now! SO BUGGER THE FUCK OFF!" she yelled at a bit of a cowering Snape and proceeded to stride out of the dungeons, but a hand on her shoulder spun her around and Snape stood there, looking quite hurt, and her anger melted away.

"Is that truly how you fell, eh?" He asked in a quiet voice.

She flinched as the hurt in his voice and nodded slowly and muttered a short and positive "Yes…"

He nodded and turned around, back towards his desk and she heard a faint murmur of a "Good" from the retreating figure, and something in her brain stopped all connects with her mouth and her mouth went wild.

"You slimy old bat! 'Good'? That's all you can say? Geez, and here I though I had man problems! I know why you have nothing, its because you wont accept anything! And I'm sure as hell your mother probably shoved you into an orphanage to get you out of her hair since you wont get close too, nor even go by anyone of the same or opposite sex! Unless its students, and then you don't have much of a choice do you! You don't give a flying rats ass in the world what happens to you because you just either go cower in the corner, and you do it so well, or you get over tolerated and your sent to your room by Dumbledore! No wonder Voldemort allowed you into his circle! YOU'VE GOT A BLOODY HEART OF ICE, AND YOU DON'T GIVE A FLYING RATS ASS ABOUT ANYONE! I-N-C-L-U-D-I-N-G YOURSELF!" She let out a breath and struggled to get a hold of her breathing as she glared daggers at the back of his head.

Snape looked over his shoulder at her. "So? Why would you care if any thing like that ever did or will happen to this 'old bat'?" he asked. Never turning, just looking over his shoulder.

She stuttered for a minute and thought to herself 'Why do I care? I shouldn't, right? I mean, he is just an old batty ass on-looker who liked torture his students…Why would I care?' She stopped trying to stutter and took a deep breath and let it out.

"I guess its because I pity you." She muttered. 'Yeah, I pity him…Right?'

He scoffed and laughed over his shoulder at her and turned full around, his arms folded. "Uh huh, pity? You don't know the meaning of pity Hermione. Nor why would you waste your pity on me, the supposed 'slimy, ice hearted, old bat'? Hmm?" He questioned her, his smirk re-appearing on his face as she got flustered again.

"Erm, I uh…Why would you care why I care? I just do…I guess…" She muttered.

"There is never no reason for nothing (™ AN/ Mine! I call this!). You can't 'Just do' and have no reason behind it. I haven't asked for your care." said Snape, his right eyebrow slowly raising.

"Well fuck, I don't give a shit about you…I uh, just like pointing out flaws?" She mumbled faintly. 'I don't give a shit about him…and I never will…right?'

"Well then you really wouldn't still be here would you?" Snape said smartly, tilting his head looking at her eyes.

Her eyes showed really big inner conflict…with herself. "Yeah, well, I've tried leaving twice, but you wouldn't let me." She muttered.

"Well the first time I told you to stay. And the second time you didn't have to stay. I just wanted an answer, It was your choice to stay and blow off some steam. Nothing is keeping you from leaving now…" He said, smirking.

She glared at the wall to her left, seeing as how she was faced that way and pinched her lips together, but not before a barely audible "So maybe I like your company…" escaped out of her mouth. It seemed as if the glare was directed at herself, where as her eyes were practically yin-yang with hatred against herself, and feelings about him, plus a bit of loathing, directed at both parties.

"Hmmm…" was all he said as many thoughts raced though his head. Any other student he would've already thrown out. He didn't want to throw this particular one out. The little voice wouldn't shut up. You know you like her! Now take a Fucking Chance! It yelled over and over but he had been able to shut it up. He now wondered how right that little voice was.

Meanwhile, Hermione had taken up a game at looking pissed and glaring at the wall and also looking sympathetic and hurtful at the same time muttering to herself.

'Why don't you take a chance, I mean, how bad could it be? He is a bit cute…'

'Ha! Him and you? Seen together? Wont happen in a million years, so stop dreaming…'

'Ahh, shaddup. She can and will dream all she wants. Besides, who the hell asked you, Ms. I'm-Too-Pissed-At-The-World-To-Care.'

'Ah fuck you Ms. Happy Pants.'

'Will both of you shut the hell up and let ME and only me think for a minute about this please!'

She sighed and took a breath.

'Okay girl, don't go nuts near Snape….'

'Wait! GET THE FUCK OUTA HERE AND LET ME THINK ALONE!'

"But you really should call him that, he did call you Hermione a bit back…" Her voice was a bit more cheerful than before and Snape looked quirked, but kept it to himself as the pissy look returned.

'Humph, now that I know I'm going nuts, I'm sure Snape does too…Damnit… this is not going well. Well, maybe I could give him a tiny chance…I hope I'm not fucking up my future!' She took a deep breath, cleared her face and turned around to see a very amused looking Snape looking at her.

Now I know why her friends thought she was nuts. What was that at lest five different expressions in the last five minutes? Snape thought to himself. The side of his lips lifted a bit.

"Um, I guess I like your company…Since Ron died, and Harry disappeared, I'm a bit lonely…" she sighed. "So, I'm a bit off my rocker, nowadays, who isn't? And…I guess," her voice dropped a few volume notches "Your… not that bad…" she looked at the floor and turned to leave, but looked over her shoulder and smiled something between agony of smiling and just for the joy of it all.

"Though, for your case, smile a bit more. Sneering creates wrinkles here." She pointed to her forehead and skipped out of the dungeons, the door slammed with a loud "Thud".

Snape shook his head and sat at his desk sighing.

"As I said before… Fucking nuts." He muttered.

TBC

AN/ Fuck you all! It is five o'clock in the fucking morning and I wanted to write no more!

Co.AN/ Aye, its too damn late…er, early…Whatever, my brain hurts too much. Yeech, Please, no flames, only CC or just plain reviews…Thanky people…and don't mind the other person…she's a bit cranky as we have no CD for our other story and we have shitty rap playing the background…So don't take the "Fuck you all!" to heart, k? Thanks peoples…yawns now… review and read!...or is it the other way around? Oi I've got to go to bed…bleh. G'Night. cuddles with monitor and yawns…then switches from monitor to comfy pillow… "Piiiiillllooooowwwww……"

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