September 27th, 1995
Hermione was looking out her window watching the rain pour down the stained glass windows of her Gryffindor dorm. She always enjoyed watching the small rain pebbles fall off the car while her parents drove in their suburban neighborhood. Not knowing where she belonged in Hogwarts she spent a lot of time looking out the windows and daydreaming. Why was she put into Gryffindor when she knew she wasn't brave. Sure, she was smart but she wasn't brave like Harry. Often, Hermione would sit in this very spot and ponder. Would she have done better in Ravenclaw or even Slytherin? Harry and Ron didn't understand why Hermione felt this way and she often felt alone. "Are you listening to me?" She looked up to see Ginny staring at her.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked as Ginny started to pace back and forth.
"Should I even try with Dean anymore?" Ginny started to twirl her thumbs, a nervous habit she had picked up.
"Well, speaking as a completely third-party objective, I think you should break up with him," she rolled her eyes while glancing back to the window.
"How do you break up with someone?" Ginny started to pace again.
"Why are you asking me?" Hermione retorted. Did Ginny not know she hadn't broken up with anyone? "What about Viktor? How did you break up with him?"
"It was mutual," Hermione lied. She stood up from her window seat and patted down her skirt. "We thought it would be best if we stopped seeing each other since Durmstrang is far from Hogwarts."
"But he was so gorgeous," Ginny smiled. Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed a book from under her pillow. "Where are you going? It is almost curfew."
"Out," Hermione said, "don't wait up for me." She tucked her sketchbook into her bag and exited the Gryffindor girls' dorm and out of the common room. Ginny was right it was almost curfew but she couldn't deal with Ginny complaining about Dean Thomas anymore. She hated the fact that they fought so much and that Ginny would be in tears after every time they were together.
Making her way down the corridors she made her way out to the courtyard. She sat under the tree Draco Malfoy got turned into a ferret. It had stopped raining and Hermione dried a spot so she could sit under.
Pulling out her book she opened to the next page of the sketchbook. She grabbed her quill and started to sketch. Many people didn't know that she sketched since she hid it from people. Not wanting people to see it she would hide it in different places throughout the dorm. If anyone had seen what she had drawn she would be mortified.
Tonight she decided to draw a small girl underneath the tree, crying. Hermione knew she had been upset for the past couple of days and wondered if anyone had taken notice. She felt like this girl under the tree. After she was done she put her quill away and looked at the drawing. It wasn't her best drawing, but it worked with what she had. She missed having an assortment of pens and pencils to draw with. Of course that was in the muggle world. She sighed, as she wrote her initials in the corner.
"Miss Granger," she sat there like a mannequin. "Miss Granger!" his dark velvety voice charged with venom spat again. Biting her lip and not knowing what to say she stood up, fast. Her breathing started to pick up, she hadn't been in trouble like this. Her professor's dark voice moved closer and put a thumb underneath her chin. Lifting her chin her eyes met with his dark brooding eyes. They were dark orbs that could stare into your soul. "Answer me when I call you, Miss Granger," the Professor spat. She could smell his hot minty breath flood through her nostrils.
"Look at me," his voice still filled with venom. Hermione eyes darted from his eyes to his lips. "What are you doing out here past curfew? Do you know how dangerous it is to be out here? 50 points from Gryffindor and you will be serving detention with me tomorrow since you decided to be out two hours after curfew."
Hermione cleared her throat and stared at her professor. He wasn't wearing his normal black flowing robes, he was in a long-sleeved button-up shirt and black trousers. She hadn't seen him very much without his flowing robes. "What are you waiting for? Get back to your dorm before Professor Umbridge finds you." Professor Snape said, Hermione nodded and ran to her dorm.
Severus shook his head and turned on his heel. This week he was in charge of making sure no students were out past curfew. Luckily, he was in charge and not Umbridge. He couldn't believe how a person could be so cruel. Sure, Severus could be a bully but he never laid a finger on his students much less use the black quill on them.
Hermione reached the Gryffindor common room and recited the password to get in. Making her way upstairs she stopped, "Mione' where have you been?" It was Harry. Hermione turned around to see Harry and Ron standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Shouldn't you two be in bed?" Hermione questioned her two best friends.
"We could ask you the same thing, Mione'," both the boys smiled.
"I was out," she said holding her sketchbook tightly against her chest.
"Past curfew?" Harry choked an eyebrow.
She giggled and turned on her heel. Making her way up the stairs the boys shrugged their shoulders and made their way back downstairs.
September 28th, 1995
"Get up," Hermione shook Ginny until she opened her eyes.
"You are the death of me," her voice was groggy as she sat up slowly.
"Well, if you could get up on your own then you wouldn't need me," Hermione smiled as she put on her socks and then her shoes.
"But Hermione, you get me up thirty minutes before I need to," Ginny groaned as she started to get dressed.
"Well, if I didn't get you up thirty minutes before then you would not get to eat breakfast," she said, "now let's go." Hermione was excited about breakfast and the classes today, but one thing she wasn't excited about was detention with Professor Snape. How would she deal with him by herself? How was she going to survive?
Ginny and Hermione made their way down to the common room where Ron and Harry were patiently waiting. "Bloody hell took you long enough," Ron paused, "I could die from starvation."
"Bloody hell, Ron, I promise you won't die of starvation because of how much you eat," Ginny smiled as she made her way out of the common room.
The four of them made their way down to the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Ginny put her head on the table and groaned, "I hate that you don't let me sleep in, ever," she paused, "You don't even let me sleep in on the weekends."
"There is so much to do, Ginny, and so little time," Hermione grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it.
"Hermione, I need to say this and I am hoping you don't take offense," Ginny lifted her head to look at Hermione, "Promise me you won't get mad at me."
Hermione laughed, "Of course not."
"Okay," Ginny smiled, "you need to stop worrying so much about school and get laid. You need a nice long and thick dick and it -" Ginny's eyes went wide and then she looked down at her food. Almost like she had seen a ghost. Hermione assumed it was Peeves since Fred and George had told Peeves to pick on Ginny. She was wrong though, "Miss Granger," a smooth silky voice said. She looked up to see her potions Professor staring at her.
"Yes, Professor Snape?" Hermione slightly smiled.
"Detention at 6 pm tonight," he said.
Hermione nodded and with that her potions Professor walked away.
"Oh my god," Ginny said, "that was embarrassing. He heard me say that you should get laid."
"And by a long and thick dick," Hermione giggled.
"Did you get detention?" Ron asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "what gave you that idea?"
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Do you think that Professor Snape has ever gotten laid?" Harry pipped in.
"Ew, Harry, why in the world would you ever think someone would want a greasy-haired, git like that in their coochie?" Ginny was disgusted.
"He could be gay," Ron said as he slurped his drink.
Hermione didn't know what to say to her friends. On one hand, she wanted to defend him and didn't want to talk about her professor's sex life. On the other hand, she was quite interested in her potions Professor. She would never admit to her friends that she sorta found their Professor attractive. There was no way he was a virgin, she thought. She thought he would be the type to be dominant in bed. She looked over to the head table and scanned until her eyes fell upon her professor. To her surprise, he was staring back at her. Hermione smiled at her Professor in hopes he would smile back, but as always he looked away and started to eat his food.
"What do you think Hermione?" Ron asked as Hermione turned her head to look at her friends.
"What?" She was so entranced in looking at her Professor that she had no idea what they were talking about.
"We were talking about Snape," Harry pipped in.
"Professor Snape," she corrected.
Harry rolled his eyes, "why do you always do that, Mione?"
"What do you mean?"
"You always correct us on calling him Snape," Harry said, "Do you have some sort of crush on him?"
Hermione's eyes went wide, there was no way she could tell them that she found him attractive, but she didn't know how to answer that question. Sure, she found him attractive but did she have a crush on him? Hermione had no idea. There was no way she did. She laughed awkwardly, "No way," her voice cracked, "I'm done eating," she stood up and moved her legs to the other side. "I will see you guys in class," she immediately made her way out of the great hall.
"Hermione," she stopped and looked up to see Peeves staring at her. "When is Ginny going to come out of the great hall? I have an awesome prank to pull on her."
"I have no idea, Peeves, you will just have to watch and wait for her," Hermione folded her arms and walked away from Peeves the Poltergeist.
As she turned the corner she bumped into a large body. Luckily it didn't knock her down. "Ah, Miss. Granger, you better watch where you are going," Professor Dumbledores' eyes twinkled.
"Sorry," she smiled, "I am usually better about watching where I am going."
"Indeed," he smiled, "I was just coming to talk to you."
"Did I get approved as assistant to Professor McGonagall?" She smiled.
He cleared his throat, "That is what we need to talk about," he paused, "Let's go to my office and talk."
Hermione thought this was strange as she felt her Professor could just tell her right then and there if it was a yes or no.
They made their way past the gargoyle and up the stairs to his office. "Sit, sit," Dumbledore gestured toward the chair.
"So, did I get it or not?" Hermione questioned.
"One moment," Dumbledore said, "we are waiting for your Professor."
Hermione smiled, she was getting this assistant job.
"You called for me, headmaster," Hermione froze when she heard that dark velvety voice.
"Yes, yes, Severus, please have a seat," Dumbledore said.
"I would much rather stand," Professor Snape retorted.
"As you wish," Dumbledore popped some candy in his mouth. "I bet you two are wondering why I brought you here."
Hermione nodded as did Professor Snape.
"What are we doing here, Albus?" Professor Snape asked.
Hermione nodded at Professor Snape's question.