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At the sound of that voice my head whipped around so fast that it was a wonder that it didn't come right off. In the next few seconds I drank in as much of his appearance as I could. Professor Snape wasn't very tall but he was certainly taller than me (and a giant compared to Flitwick). He had hair just as long as mine was, the only exception being that his hair was black and had a funny way of nearly always curtaining his thin pale face. It also seemed as if Snape had to meet my other best friend 'Pantene Pro-V'. Seriously, no-one's hair could be that greasy! I was suddenly called back to earth when Professor Snape locked his cold black eyes onto my wide blue ones. I blushed a little and turned my face away from his, acknowledging Flitwick once again I pleaded:

'Sir, please think over this again! It's going to be close to impossible that I'll pass 5th Year Potions!'

'Oh nonsense, Miss Cross! All of the staff know of your reputation to pick up things in a flash!' Flitwick said with a wave of his hand.

'Y-yes, but...five years of study?' I exclaimed, obviously taken aback. Teachers judged and discussed students in the staffroom? Damn my capable reputation! Damn it to heck!

'Don't worry Miss Cross! I'm sure you'll be as outstanding in potions as your are in all your other studies,' Replied the charms teacher, positively beaming at me. ' Oh yes, and your remedial potion lessons will take place every night except for Sunday at 8:00 p.m. down in the dungeons with Professor Snape as your mentor.' Gesturing towards Professor Snape. Professor Snape in the meanwhile looked quite happy taking in blending in with the classroom's surroundings and positively scowled when Flitwick mentioned him again, he then addressed me.

'Girl. Do you have any potion equipment at all?' he asked, his voice a drawl.

'Uh...no. I've never taken potions before. And it's not 'girl' it's-'

'Then you shall have to borrow some of the spare equipment that I keep in my office. I expect that you be in the dungeons in front of the potions classroom tomorrow at 8:00 sharp.' And with that he spared one more cold glance at me and stalked out of the room. Flitwick and I then made our way back to the Great Hall. I then seated myself in between Rosie and Luna and told them everything that the two teachers had told me.

'You're going to be taking potions?' exclaimed both Rosie and Luna at the same time.

'Yep.'

'With Snape?'

'Yep.'

'After hours?'

'Ye- Oi! Rosie I know what your thinking!' Annoyed, I flicked a chip across at her. And sure enough there was a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat's spreading across her face.

'Ooooo! I wonder what kind of after hours teacher he'll be?' Teased Rosie. Ignoring her I looked up at the teacher's table and for once in the five years I actually saw Professor Snape clearly. He was evidently picking at his food. No wonder he was so damn thin! As if he heard me shouting out the last thing I thought, he slowly turned his head and set his black eyes right...on...me. I quickly looked down at my steak and kidney pie wondering if I could possibly kill myself with it. He wasn't looking at me, no, he was looking at...the banister...right above my head...

'Oh look! She's blushing!' Pointed out Luna. As soon as Luna said that I let my face fall forward. Right into my pie. To distract them of course. And to see if I could drown myself in it.

'Yum!' I said, much to the laughter and squealing of all those around me.

Luna, Rosie and I made our way back into our old familiar dormitories and started unpacking our belongings. I didn't have much to unpack. Just an armful of books, a couple of posters of a muggle rock band, a few plushies (they were too cute to leave at home, okay?), and a large mirror with a hair brush and a couple of other miscellaneous accessories. Settling my plusies in a spot at the end of my bed Rosie came over to me already in her pyjamas.

'So you have to go there every night huh?' She asked sitting on the edge of my bed.

'Nah, I have Sunday off...' I really was beginning to detest the subject of my remedial potion lessons.

'Well, don't worry! We're gonna plan every party we have this year around your remedial lessons. You won't miss a thing! I promise!' And with that she gave me a quick hug and bounced off to bed. Resigned, I slipped beneath my own covers and waited for sleep to take me over.

Monday. God how I hate Mondays. I nearly fell out of bed this morning, tried to brush my hair with my toothbrush and almost choked on my pancake. Yep, this was the best morning i've ever had. I looked drowsily at my time-table. Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts and...ick...Potions. I slowly got up from the Ravenclaw table and made my way steadily up to the Charms classroom. That lesson was a breeze, all we were doing were revising last years spells. On to Transfiguration. We had to turn a badger into a hat. Not one of my finest lessons, but hey! At least it resembled a hat...sort of. Well it was better than Rosie's attempt, which looked more like a dinner plate than anything else. In D.A.D.A. we were learning about spells that could take possession of the users and/or the victims souls, after that lesson everybody was fairly shook up about what they had just learnt. After that lesson, much to my dislike, I headed down to the dungeons hastily trying to make sure that I got there quickly so I could get my hands on some spare potions equipment before anyone else could pick up on the fact that a 5th year needed to borrow equipment. I reached the classroom door and opened it just a fraction. I peeked inside and saw that no-body was there. I turned my back against the door. I decided I'd just wait until Professor Snape came, otherwise he'd think I'd be doing a B'n'E stunt or something if I let myself in. I leant back against the cool hard frame of the door and closed my eyes. I let out a deep breath and that's when I a sharp intake of breath behind me. I let out a yelp and I whipped around, wand in hand to find Professor Snape standing in the doorway, eyebrow raised sardonically. Oh God. I leant against him thinking he was a door! In a matter of a second my face was flushed, half because of embarrassment of leaning against a teacher and the other half was anger at myself for mistaking him as a door.

'Come in.' He said curtly. I followed him in instantly distracted by all the weird stuff that was floating in the jars surrounding the classroom. He pointed to a desk right in front of his own where a cauldron was already set up with a book and truckload full of ingredients beside it.

'This shall be your desk from now on. You can keep the book, and as for the ingredients...you may keep those and get refills whenever you like.' He said to me. At this new show of kindness I actually smiled at him which in return the top of the Professor's lip twitched a little at the side. Making it a half-assed smile or a sneer? I couldn't tell and I decided not to bother myself seeing as people were already filing in taking up the back row as quickly as possible. Two minutes later all the seats were filled up except for the front row with me sitting right in the middle of it. I felt like a right twit sitting here by myself when my rescue party arrived. Rosie followed by Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna finally filled in the front row, making me feel a hell of a lot better. Rosie dropped into the seat on my right and Harry on my left.

'You could've saved us a spot at the back!' Rosie whispered to me.

'Well I think Professor Snape wants me to sit at the front for now.' I whispered back. Rosie let out a small groan. I knew she hated sitting at the front, but hey, what was I supposed to do?

'Everyone! Turn to page ninety-three, we will be making the 'Draught of Peace'. You may begin.' He addressed the class. At that I hastily got all of my ingredients ready and lit the flame beneath my cauldron. So far, so good.

'Add two drops...Syrup of Helebore...pour stewed horned slug mixture...shake the powdered moonstone...' I muttered under my breath. Potions wasn't really that hard when you applied yourse-...Shit! Is my potion supposed to look yellow-ish? I looked around the room but even that didn't help seeing as everyone's was a different colour. Inspiration hit me and I looked over at Hermione's cauldron. Her's was an orange colour, so I must not be far off. And that's when I remembered that I hadn't stirred it clockwise yet, I did so and sure as day my potion became an orange colour. I trucked on.

'Mash the Valerian root...then you add it...pour in the shaken mixture of the powdered moonstone...,' instantly my potion turned a light blue.'then you stir until it goes white...'

'You have five minutes left!' Professor Snape called out to the class.

With a renewed vigor I stirred until I felt my wrist was going to drop off and finally succeeded in getting a white-ish colour. With that I added my final ingredient of more Valerian root which made silvery wisps of smoke rise out of the mixture.

'Your time is up!' Professor Snape announced and immediately began inspecting everyone's potions starting with the back of the class. It felt as if I had to wait forever until he finally made it up to the front. He looked into Luna's for two seconds giving it a curt nod then moved onto Ron's at which his nose gave a slight twitch because Ron's cauldron was giving off the horrible smell of rotten eggs. He looked into Hermione's and moved on obviously finding nothing to critisise. At Harry's cauldron he gave a slight smirk and asked if he could read properly, pointing out that Harry had missed adding the Helebore.

'Evanesco.' Snape muttered, pointing his want at Harry's cauldron which immediately cleared itself and now stood empty at his desk. Snape then met my eyes. I stared back confidently, my gaze unwavering. He then drew his gaze down to my potion at which he raised his eyebrows and met my gaze once again, holding it for a couple of seconds before moving on to Rosie's potion which was more of a charred grey than a white. He then ordered us to fill a vial of our potion with our names written on it to be handed up at the end of the lesson. Everyone quickly made their way to his desk eager to be rid of the dungeons. And because I didn't really care I made my way to the back of the line, letting people shove ahead of me. Finally when most of the class had fled the classroom making their way to the great hall for dinner, I handed over my vial and my hand brushed against his ever so briefly. He didn't seem to notice anything but the vial I handed him. I made my way to the class' exit and I heard him say:

'Flitwick was right. You do pick things up quickly...'


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