AN; So here's the next chapter, this one was pretty fun to write. I just wanted to establish that I really don't have a schedule, I will try to update about every two weeks but don't hold me to that. Okay I know that everyone has been taking about this but THE DRESS oh my gosh, it's all I've heard about today, I see white and gold, what do you see?

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Hermione awoke early the next morning. Stretching silently, she clambered out of bed. She grabbed her clothes, and headed to the bathroom to get a shower. No one else was up yet so Hermione got ready in silence, she was planning on stopping by the library before breakfast to finish the extra credit paper that she was working on the night before. She quickly got dressed, throwing her bag over her shoulder and heading out of the girls dormitory. Her walk was silent as she headed toward the library, leaving her to her thoughts. It had surprised her that Hogwarts seemed to welcome teen-Snape with open arms, she was sure that he would be unwanted. She thought maybe it was the way he had openly said that he wasn't like his brother, or that it could've been the charming smile that he'd flashed many times that night. Whatever it was that made the students like him, Hermione was happy about it, she already had a feeling that she would be spending a lot of time with him and if people liked him then it would be a lot easier for them to seem like friends.

As Hermione entered the library she heard a voice coming from one of the shelves, she walked over to find teen-Snape sitting at a table scribbling notes in his notebook.

"Hey," Hermione said. Teen-Snape jumped a bit in his seat before looking up and meeting her gaze.

"Hi," He said with a small smile, trying his best to be inviting.

"I guess I'll have to get used to sharing my hiding spot." Hermione said with a smile.

"It was my hiding spot first." He pointed out.

"Yes," Hermione agreed. "But you haven't been here in twenty years, so I have a claim over it now."

"Fair enough." He shifted in his seat and laughed a bit.

"I don't think I got the chance to introduce myself properly yesterday," Hermione said, pulling out the chair across from him as he motioned for her to sit down. "My names Hermione, and I'm a fifth year."

"You already know who I am, but I'm a sixth year," Tobias said scribbling something on his paper. "I did want to tell you that I'm sorry about yesterday in Dumbledore's office."

"It's okay, I really didn't expect anything less, seeing as the way your older self acts." Hermione explained, pulling out her notebook and opening to her essay. Before she could finish writing a word, the notebook was ripped out from under her hand. Her eyes shot up and she glared at the boy sitting across from her.

"Give it back Snape." She warned, grabbing at the notebook, as he pulled further back.

"Is this for potions class?" Tobias asked, reading through the essay and swatting off her attempts at stealing the notebook back. "Because if it is then you're going by the book too much."

"You're supposed to go by the book," She said, annoyed at him for trying to correct her. "Unless you're looking to get blown up, and if that's the case go for it."

"The book gives you one way to get a result, if you experiment a bit you can find ways to make better versions of the same potions." Tobias explained.

"Why don't you teach us to do that?" Hermione asked, intrigued that she had never thought of experimenting with potions before.

"Well, it takes a lot of skill to do, and I was probably afraid that the dunderheads wouldn't do it right and would end up killing themselves." He told her, laughing a little at the last part.

"I don't get it, the book should give us the most efficient way of making a potion." She said scowling.

"Forget the book, it gives an outline but it's up to you to fill in the rest." He explained.

"Do you think I should start doing that?" She asked.

"Well, you seem to be smart enough for it," He was pondering the subject in his head. "But you have to promise that you won't do any experimenting unless I'm there."

"Deal," Hermione said. "Now give me back my notebook."

Tobias passed the notebook back to her and they both finished their work in silence.

Hermione watched from the Gryffindore table as students crowded around teen-Snape, who was sitting at his table across the great hall. She wondered what they would think if they knew who he really was, if they would still accept him with open arms. It was now a known fact that over half of the female population had a crush on him, the rest were seventh years and girls who didn't pay attention to school affairs. The male population were about half and half too, half wanting to befriend him and the other half envying him. Hermione thought it was strange how they all flocked to this new student like he was a prince or something, she was praying that they would soon get over to and just treat him like a normal student. She was glad that they liked him, but she didn't feel like being hated by a bunch of girls for spending time with him. Hermione looked over at his older counterpart sitting at the head table, the disgust in his eyes was prominent as he looked at the crowed around the Slytherin table. Hermione didn't understand why old Snape didn't like the younger version of himself, but supposed it wasn't any of her business. As if Snape felt her stare, he turned his head in Hermione's direction and locked eyes with her. Just before he looked away Hermione saw the slightest flash of a smile on his lips.

"I don't get it," Ron said, breaking Hermione from her train of thought. "Why does he have girls lined up for him, and the rest of us literally have to run after them with gifts and compliments at the ready."

"He's new, the novelty will wear off soon enough," Harry said, looking at his annoyed friend. "Besides, he does seem to be a lot nicer than his brother."

Hermione suppressed a smile, if only he knew, she thought. She thought it was nice that Harry didn't hate him right away, maybe they would become friends.

"He may be nicer, but he looks just like him, big nose and all." This earned him a few laughs from his peers, but Harry continued eating like he hadn't heard the comment.

"You should be one to judge Ron," Hermione said sarcastically. "I mean, you aren't the most attractive person but that doesn't mean you don't deserve friends."

By that point the tips of Ron's ears were bright red and that marked the end of any further discussion about the subject.

As breakfast came to an end Tobias stood and gathered his books. He felt a hand on his arm pulling at his sleeve. He looked down to see a fifth year girl.

"Do you want me to show you your classes?" The girl asked. Tobias felt a bit guilty for not remembering her name when she had just reminded him a few minutes before.

"Hermione Granger is." He said as his eyes scanned the great hall looking for her.

"Well she just left with her friends." The girl said.

Why am I not surprised, Tobias thought. He accepted her offer and they got up to leave. As they walked out the doors of the great hall, Tobias spotted Hermione standing by the main staircase. She seemed to be looking for someone, when her eyes landed on Tobias she started toward him.

"Hey, are you ready?" She asked, as she walked up beside him.

"I'm showing him his classes," The other girl said. "He asked me to."

"Oh can it Parkinson," Hermione dismissed the girl with a roll of her eyes. "I was the one assigned to show him around."

"Fine," The girl said. "I'll see you later Tobias."

She walked away without looking back at the other two, who both had puzzled looks on their faces.

"That was Pansy Parkinson, one of Draco Malfoy's many minions," Hermione explained, leaning in and whispering to Tobias. "Don't let her think that you like her, or she'll never leave you alone."

"She seems pretty spiteful if you ask me, cunning. She's definently a Slytherin," Tobias said, watching the girl walk away. "If Draco Malfoy is anything like his father then they would be perfect together."

"You knew Malfoy's dad?" Hermione turned to him with a puzzled look on his face.

"He's quite a bit older than me, but yes we're well acquainted, at least in my time we were." He responded, looking bored at the topic.

"I guess that's understandable." Hermione said.

"Why did you leave the great hall? Were you not planning on waiting for me?" Tobias asked, trying to change the subject.

"I was waiting for you out here," She answered. "Now come on, what's your first class?"

Tobias slowly scanned the paper in his hands. A smirk slowly spread across his face.

"Potions," He said. ""With my dear old friend."

"That's where I'm going too, so that should be easy." Hermione responded.

"But you're a fifth year." He pointed out.

"Yes, I decided to take both potions classes this year, after Dumbledores recommendation," She explained patiently. "Now come on, were going to be late"

They both made their way to the dungeon, not knowing how much this first class would effect the future.

Severus Snape sauntered into the potions classroom earlier then usual that morning, no students were there yet which he was glad for. He didn't know how he would be able to teach this class with her sitting right there, knowing that in a few months she would be in love with his teenage self. Before his younger version got here Severus was able to pretend that everything he remembered was just his imagination and that he was never with Hermione at all. Now it was torture, knowing that she used to be his, but not anymore. It didn't matter, Hermione wanted a young teenage boy, not a withered old potions master. He just wanted it to be over.

He watched as students trickled slowly into the classroom and waited for the two to walk in. It was almost five minutes before they came through the door.

"Ten points from Gryffondor for interrupting my lesson," Severus instinctively said, immediately regretting it.

"You haven't even started." Hermione said, annoyed.

"Five more points for talking back, and I was just about to." Severus looked at the younger version of himself standing beside Hermione, the envy for the boy grew deeper in that moment. He remembered the fond memories he had of the girl and now the boy got to live them with Snape standing in the background.

Both the teens slid into their seats, Hermione was still aggravated and Snape realized that it was going to be a longer class then he had anticipated.

Tobias had already mastered the potion that was being made today, so he just went through the motions, working with Hermione was easier than he thought it would be, he didn't have to worry about her screwing up the potion and she didn't leave him to do all the work.

"Why are you putting that in," She asked him as he added the final ingredient.

"It strengthens the effect," He explained, watching as the potion turned the desired color. They both stood and walked their potion to the front, they waited at Professor Snape's desk to hear their results.

"Though your potion gives the desired effect, I can only fail you." Snape said, turning back to grading essays.

"What for?" Tobias asked, annoyed at his older self.

"I gave you a list of ingredients and instructions that you were to follow, and you didn't." Snape explained impatiently.

"You were the one who told me that I should experiment with the potions!" Tobias threw his hands up in exasperation.

"I never told you to use the information in class." Snape was getting frustrated fast.

"But I- you did when you were in school." Tobias was fuming.

"Ten points from Slytherin, now I suggest you go sit down." Snape turned back to grading papers, not looking up again. Tobias and Hermione walked back to their seats.

"Now I see what everyone means about you being a git." Tobias said out loud, making the class laugh.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Snape shouted across the classroom. "I didn't want you in my class in the first place but unfortunately potions is required. Now I suggest you sit down and shut up before I shut you up, and I promise I will. Do the work I give you and stop thinking that just because we share the same parents that I'll go easy on you, you are the same as any other student when you walk into my classroom."

He turned to Hermione next. "Miss Granger, see me after class."

AN; I'll make a deal with everyone, if I get at least, let's say eight reviews I'll update Sunday. If I don't I'll update whenever, but it will probably be at least a week until the next chapter.