"Ron, I can choose to go out with whoever the heck I want to! And that person is NOT you!" I yell at him, causing Professors' and students' heads to swivel towards me, Harry, and Ron. Harry immediately gets up to leave us alone to talk by ourselves, while Ron's face turns redder than his Weasely hair.

"You, know, Hermione, you really didn't have to yell that out in front of everybody," I gasp in disbelief.

"Well, you know what, Ronald? I wouldn't be shouting at you if you would learn to shut your trap every now and then!" And with that, I get up, and stomp out of the room with all the dignity possible. As soon as I get out of the Great Hall, my entire person is being overflowed with racking sobs. Sobs over someone who I know will never love me. Sobs over an overbearing git who can't take no for an answer. Sobs for an annoying little slut who got with Ronald last year, just to prove that she fucking could. I was barely able to see, no, scratch that, I wasn't able to see as I walked down to my first class; Potions. I hated Potions Class. I can't take the fact that I love someone in there who wouldn't look at me beyond the Gryffindor, Bushy-haired, Know-it-all, Princess Hermione Granger. Yes. That's right. I was in love with Professor Snape. Did I plan it? Well, no, of course not! I never knew anyone could possibly love the Greasy bat of the Dungeons. Good, I'm finally here. Snape shouldn't be here, either, so I'll be able to wallow in self-pity for about ten minutes. I put my things on my desk, and sink into the chair, weeping uncontrollably until I hear a silky, smooth, and emotionless voice in front of me.

"Miss Granger, may I ask what you are doing in here ten minutes early? And crying, for that matter?" I look up at him, staring at him, analyzing him. His face is perfectly sculpted, the pale-niss of his skin a shocking contrast to his raven-colored hair, with onyx, liquid-like eyes. He was beautiful. "I asked you a question!" I jump when I hear him yelling unknowingly.

"I- I am fine." I say while drying my tears and opening a book from my mum. She just got it for me and sent it here to me. I never knew that vampire stories were so interesting. Anyways, Snape snorts in disbelief.

"Fifty points for lying to one of your superiors, Miss Granger." My eyes widen in disbelief.

"But- th- that's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair. I think it's best you get over it." I look up at him, more tears brimming in my eyes.

"Why do you hate me? Don't try denying it; I can see it in your eyes every time we make eye-contact, so would you at least tell me why?" Snape steps even closer to me and whispers in my ear, "I might seem to hate you, but you'll soon find that I don't." And with that, he gets up and leaves. I stare at him in confusion. What the hell was that? I shake my head and get up to leave. I suddenly don't feel so good. I think I'll take the day off sick and see if Madam Pomfrey can help me with this queasiness. As I head to the Hospital Wing, someone crashes into me, causing my books to go flying; quills go rolling, and parchment tearing.

"Watch where you're going, Mudblood." I glance up, and see none other than Draco Malfoy standing above me with an annoying smirk plastered on his face. I glare at him, before pulling myself up and brushing off my robes.

"I would shut up, Draco! The war's over and your daddy's precious leader is D-E-A-D!" Draco's eyes narrow and he pushes me over, and I feel glass shards pierce my skin and hear a crack. Then it's like I'm in a translucent, white fire, being spun like I'm on a roller coaster and not even being able to scream. Then, I'm back in Hogwarts, staring at… Professor McGonagall! But, she's so much younger!

"Professor McGonagall! Wait, please!" She turns around and stares at me with a startled look on her face.

"Dear, who are you? I don't believe I have ever met you…"

"Yes you have! I mean, you haven't yet…"

"Dearie, you aren't making any sense right now, please explain yourself." I pull out my broken time turner.

"I was in MY present time, but then this kid came and pushed me and I saw this strange light and heard something break and then, I ended up here…" I trail off.

"Oh, no, oh, no, this is not good!" Okay, now I was starting to freak out.

"Come with me, dear. I am going to take you to Headmaster Dumbledore." I nod my head. When we go into his office, I see a young man sitting down, about my age with shiny, black hair that just about skimmed his jawline. And very pale skin. Professor McGonagall clears her throat just as Albus is saying not to do that again.

"Ah! Minerva! How are you? And this is…?" I blush and stare at the male who is now looking at me with quiet solemnity. I stare at him closely. I know him! This is… this is PROFESSOR SNAPE! My eyes widen a bit and our stare increases in deepness until he quickly glances away. I blush in embarrassment. Minerva, noticing the entire thing, gives me an odd look before turning back to Albus. She leans in and whispers something in his ear. He nods and says,

"Severus, remember what we talked about. You may go." Snape quickly rushes out, leaving me, McGonagall, and Dumbledore alone.

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"You will be sharing a room with some Gryffindor girls. I think this will be good for you, don't you think?" I just nod my head weakly. As if putting me with a bunch of annoying gits would help at all! McGonagall leads me up to the rooms and announces who I am, and that I transferred from Beauxbatons. One of the girls comes up to me, and shakes my hand.

"Hi, I'm Lily Evans. If you need anything; help, directions, anything. Just ask." I nod my head and go to my four-poster bed, pulling out a Potions book and try to figure out a theory that I've had. Certain things cause certain consequences. So if I mixed a controlling potion with a lust and love potion, plus some added ingredients, I could come up with a potion that would control, and embarrass anyone with the misfortune of taking the potion. One of the girls laughs a tinkling little chuckle and points to me furiously scribbling in the book, marking out original stuff and replacing it with more sufficient instructions.

"Look guys, she's just like Snivvelus!" I look at her and see Lily glaring at her in annoyance. "What? What did I say?" At first I thought that she was defending Severus, but then realized she was really defending me. I inwardly smiled, Lily is just so nice. I get up, snapping my book closed.

"I need to go somewhere." The girl who was just making fun of me looks at me in surprise.

"Look, sorry if I, like, insulted you earlier or something. Sorry. My name's Lilac." I flinch. This girl was so similar to Lavender. Same blond hair, same fair skin, and same annoying attitude.

"I'm used to it. And you guys aren't scaring me off; I just want to go to the library. I know where it is," I say as soon as Lily steps forward. She nods and goes to her bed, flopping down. I head down to the library, going to books on advanced potions. The only person I see here is Snape and I think… Sirius! And Lupin! Wow, I never thought I'd see them here! Soon, I realize that they are up to no good when they sneak up behind Snape and yank the chair out from underneath him, causing all of his books to go flying out of his reach. I quickly run over to him, offering my hand to help him up; he takes it. I bend down to get some of his books, and can't help but notice that they are all on Potion Theory and Inventing Potions. I place the books on his desk and sit down next to him. Severus watches me warily as if he thinks that I'm just helping Sirius and Lupin, who have just run out the doors, laughing.

"Don't let them get you down. You're too good for that." I say and go back to writing in my Potions book. Severus cranes his neck. His eyes widen in surprise.

"You're trying to make up your own potion by mixing others! I've had that theory for a while, but didn't know that it might work…" I stare at him. This almost- happy kid is nowhere near the Snape Hogwarts knew as their Professor.

"You like Potions? Well, what am I saying? Of course you do." Immediately his eyes narrowed.

"Why would you say that?" Oh gods! This of something. Anything!

"Well, I know that if you didn't like Potions, then you wouldn't bother even having any sort of theory." I responded. It works. He believes it, but I have GOT to be more careful about what I say. I look at what Severus is working on and am shocked to see that it's him writing potions! Like he knows what the potions will do and what to add before even trying it out.

"Why are you staring at me?" I flinch at the cold, hard voice of Snape. Here we go again.

"I- I wasn't." Lies can be deceiving. Sometimes.

"Yes you were. Don't you dare lie to me." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair once.

"Okay! Fine! I was looking at you! So-rry for dozing off!" My sudden outburst seemed to startle Severus, since he flinched slightly.

"I didn't mean- I mean, I didn't mean it like that…" I roll my eyes. And nod my head.

"Okay. Fine. I believe you," Severus glares at me.

"No. You don't," I raise my eyebrows.

"Excuse me? I think I know what I'm saying!" I tell him indignantly.

"No, I don't think you do." I huff and bury my face in my book once again until Snape interrupts,

"Why were you looking at my work, though?" My eyes widen. How did he know?

"I- I wasn't…"

"Yes, you were. Your eyes were moving left to right, so that's how I knew." I silently curse Severus and his extremely strong talent to be able to read others.