Chapter 5
“Guys, we should really go to Hogsmeade together tonight, get a Butterbeer, some sweets… Anyone with me?” Ron shouted in the corridor as a bunch of fifth years gathered around.
“Yeah, we really should spend some time with our year. Right, Hermione? You coming tonight?” Harry asked. Hermione smiled at him softly.
“I would love to. Should we meet outside Hogwarts tonight—”
Someone interrupted Hermione mid-sentence.
“Miss Granger, I assume you forgot about our detention at eight o’clock tonight,” Professor Snape suddenly chimed in, resting his arms on Hermione’s shoulder as Harry and Ron were about to sneak away.
“Not so fast, Potter. I believe fifth years have academic tests coming up. I suggest you and Weasley cancel tonight’s Hogsmeade trip, or I myself shall have a decent talk with Professor Dumbledore about curfew,” Professor Snape said, walking away slowly, leaving the fifth years in shock.
“Ugh, I hate him! He’s such a snake, always showing up at the worst moments! Come on, Harry, I guess we have to do some work. Good luck with him tonight, Hermione,” Ron said, making Harry groan as he was dragged away.
Hermione slowly pulled herself back into her classes, forcing herself to focus and not fall asleep. She was really tired—she hadn’t gotten much sleep since her relationship with Professor Snape started. Hermione couldn’t help but think about that night when he kissed her, replaying it over and over again in her mind. This man had never told her what kind of relationship they had. She wondered if she even counted as his girlfriend—after all, he had never addressed her as such.
“Granger, a word.”
A voice barked, pulling Hermione back to reality. She was in class with Professor Lupin. But why had Professor Snape suddenly come for her in the middle of a lesson?
“Miss Granger, I think Professor Snape is waiting,” Professor Lupin reminded her softly, a small smile on his face as he pointed toward the door.
“Oh, sorry, sir,” Hermione said before quickly walking outside.
“What do you want?” she muttered under her breath, staring at the grumpy man in front of her.
“What do I want? I want you to stop thinking about me during lessons,” the grumpy man replied with a sneer.
“I—I wasn’t thinking about you! You think too highly of yourself, sir,” Hermione said, pushing him away gently before turning back toward the classroom.
“Anyway,” he brushed off his cloak, “I’ll see you tonight at eight. If you dare to skip detention, I’ll make you regret it.” Professor Snape warned the Gryffindor girl, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Umm… What do you mean by… regret?” The Gryffindor girl grew bolder. She was no longer shy or intimidated, and she was really testing her Potions teacher’s patience.
"Hermione Granger..."