An Unexpected Revenge

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Summary - Hermione/Snape pairing... still in process so we'll see what happens....



Chapter 1

Hermione walked through the barrier between platforms nine and ten to find the usual squabble of Hogwarts students rushing to board the train. The were groups of first years and their parents scattered throughout the crowd – their mothers asking them if they had everything and ensuring them that they would make lots of friends. Looking around, she saw some familiar faces, and made her way to the nearest compartment to dump her things in a compartment before they were all full.

Stepping back onto the platform, Hermione caught sight of a family with flaming red hair, falling over their bags and clearly becoming very frustrated. Hermione pushed her way through the crowd to help them, saying hello to Mr and Mrs Weasley and picking up a snowy owl.
“Oh thanks Hermione” Muttered Harry as Hermione picked up one of Ginny’s bags and carried it and Hedwig to the empty compartment.
“Oh yeah, Thanks a lot Hermione”, added Ron – getting lost under his bags.
“Ron, just leave some here – I can look after them until you get back, it won’t hurt you to do two trips” explained Mrs Weasley.
“No need mum – I can just use magic now – I am of legal age.” Ron put down his bags and swished his wand “Wingardium Leviosa”, he chanted a little too loudly, hoping all the first years would be highly impressed with his undeniable skill.”

Draco Malfoy walked past with a smirk on his face “Nice trick Weasel, can you pull a rabbit out of a hat yet?” Malfoy took the end of Ron’s wand and turned it away – sending all the hovering suitcases tumbling down on a group of second years catching up on their holiday gossip.
“That’s enough!” Cried Mrs Weasley “Ronald – just carry them won’t you?”
“Mum! It was Malfoy – he… he…”
“You were the one showing off in the first place,” added Ginny as she came back to picking up all her things that were strewn over the platform.

Ron picked up his own case and went off to the train in a huff.
“See you at Christmas Ronnikins” he heard his mother chant as he walked away. He looked over and saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle snickering at her remark – and felt his ears go red as his hair.

Hermione passed Ron as he got onto the train and went to say goodbye to the Weasley's. She hadn’t been to see them much over the summer, as she had started fretting about her NEWTS and spent the majority of her holidays preparing. Ron and Harry had thought she was mad, but she wanted to make a good impression on her teachers – as she always did, and be ready in case something distracted her. On top of all that pressure, she had to decide what career she wanted to take so she could be ready for whatever exam marks she needed. Hermione felt this was all coming up too fast for her, but looking at Ron and Harry, who were still unable to follow the study timetables Hermione would make up for them each year, she felt she was more than ready for the next chapter in her life.

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Chapter 2

The feast in the great hall to celebrate the new school year was no different to any other year – a horde of frightened first years needed to be sorted, the headmaster stood and said a few words, and each student and staff member in the hall ate to their heart’s content.
“Where do you think Snape is tonight?” Ron asked Harry across the table.
“Oh really Ronald, we haven’t even started classes yet and you’re already suspicious of him?” laughed Hermione,
“C’mon Hermione the man’s evil! You know it and I know it!” Demanded Ron.
“And yet he hasn’t even done anything to give you that impression,”
“He doesn’t need to – it’s just a natural instinct of mine to know when someone can’t be trusted”
“Oh yeah, so you knew who your pet rat really was all along?”
“Guys – will you give it a rest!” Ordered Harry “Ron, it doesn’t matter if Snape isn’t here – personally I’d take it as a compliment”
“Yeah well at least you can distinguish his disappearance as a good thing” muttered Ron under his breath. As if just on time, Severus Snape walked in a side door and sat at the staff table – looking over the Slytherin table, and glancing at the other three house tables in disgust. Luckily, dessert had started, so Ron was occupied for the time being, and Hermione took her chance to peek over at Snape – secretly thanking him for her victory.

Even after his dessert, Ron had appeared to go quiet, so Hermione left him and Harry to help the first years find their way around the castle. This year didn’t seem like it would be any different to the years beforehand. The sorting and feast still went the same way, the houses were already in competition with each other for the house cup, quidditch was still the main topic for conversation, and Ron and Harry still detested Snape’s existence, and not surprisingly, he theirs. Yep, Hermione was sure that this year would be much the same as every year had been since she’d discovered she was a witch, except, perhaps she anticipated that there wouldn’t be so much drama to disrupt her from her NEWTS. How very wrong she was.


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Chapter 3

“For god’s sake – it’s the first day of class and you’re already late!” Hermione called to Ron and Harry as they ran down into the dungeon corridor.
“Look, we’re used to sleeping in! Give us a week to get used to waking up early again!” answered Ron defensively.
“Well a week of risking being late for potions should put your mind at ease.” Hermione laughed. “Or any class for that matter – McGonagall will soon be giving you lectures about taking this year seriously”.
“Why would we need them Hermione? We hear it everyday from you.” Replied Harry.
“hahaha good one Harry!” Added Ron.

Professor Snape came sweeping down the corridors and opened the door to his potions classroom, allowing the students to file in silently behind him. As she had the night before, Hermione secretly thanked Snape for his timing, otherwise she may have said something she would regret later.

“Last year’s advanced potions should have shown you how much you must strain yourselves, let alone taking potions at NEWT level, and seeing as you all managed to pass, I have no hesitation in gruelling you to the ground with this year’s workload. Especially if you don’t stay up to scratch.” Snape glared at Harry and Ron. “some,” Snape continued, his eyes now landing on the Slytherins, “will not have trouble, but be warned that if I find one toe out of line in my classroom, I will not give second chances.”

Ron glanced at Harry across the room and gulped. The students all set to work on the day’s potion carefully, especially Hermione, who knew that one mistake could cost her a much needed NEWT.

“Hermione.” Whispered Ron, “How big should I cut these…”
“Granger! Stop helping Weasley! 10 points from Gryffindor!” Snape snapped. Hermione didn’t answer back, she knew it was best.
“I was just wondering how these should be cut!” Answered Ron. Hermione and Harry cringed.
“Weasley! Another 20 points from Gryffindor! The instructions are on the board and if you can’t understand them or follow them appropriately I don’t see why you bothered signing up for this class.” Hermione could almost see the steam coming from Snape’s ears as he gave Ron a famous death stare.
“Well that makes two of us.” Replied Ron, getting up from his seat. He walked across the classroom and stood by the door. “Harry, ‘Mione, you coming?”
“No, we’re not Ronald” Replied Hermione blatantly. Harry motioned for Ron to leave as Snape stated.
“If that foot goes out the door Weasley, you will not be coming back into it at any time this year.”
“Suits me”. Ron walked out the door and slammed it behind him.

Hermione shook her head and continued working. Ron would be dealt with later, but in the meantime, she had a potion to perfect. It appeared the rest of the class also had the sense to move on… they’d all heard what Snape had said, Ron was just the one who didn’t take it in.

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At the end of potions class, Hermione hung back as everybody left the dungeon and walked up to Snape’s desk to hand in her potion sample and ask him what extra study and research she could do to put her ahead in the class. She hadn’t expected Snape to give her any hints, he didn’t exactly praise her but just called her a ‘know-it-all’ in normal circumstances. She approached the desk.
“Here’s my sample professor, and I was wondering if…”
“Granger, I have no time for your boyfriend Weasley. I will not give you his homework. He is not coming back to this class. I will not teach him, and nor will you tutor him.”
“He, he’s not my boyfriend…”
“I don’t have time Granger. Get out of my dungeon before I dismiss you from my class as well.”

This was too much for Hermione.
“HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND! I WAS MERELY ASKING YOU FOR SOME EXTRA ASSESSMENTS SO I COULD KEEP AHEAD IN YOUR CLASS! I COULD NOT CARE LESS WHETHER RON COMES HERE FOR LESSONS – IT’S HIS LOSS, IT’S HIS LIFE!” Hermione stopped abruptly, realising what she’d just done. Professor Snape sneered at her in shock.
“Get Out.”

Hermione walked quietly out of the classroom, still infuriated but also embarrassed at her outburst. She left the dungeons, as Snape zoned off and stared into space.
‘My god’, he thought ‘she is more than just Potter and Weasley’s tag along’.

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Chapter 4

The story of Ron walking out of class had spread the school faster than the mud that came into the castle on students’ shoes in winter, although Filch wasn’t quite as angry, the floors still being clean. Practically, there were two stories going around. One obviously from the Slytherins, being that Professor Snape had disarmed Ron out the door onto his ass, and the other from the Gryffindors, or rather Ron, in which he had deliberately made his potion explode as Snape leaned over it, before strolling out the door and locking it behind him by victoriously screaming ‘Alohamora!’ The first years were extremely impressed by Ron’s obvious skill, however it was clear to the older students that a NEWT student should know a more effective spell. Naturally, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were left to make up their own mind on which story was most believable.

Ron felt the real hero as the young student’s asked him to tell them the story over and over, some of them had not even had any of Snape’s classes yet, but still looked on in awe as Ron ‘recalled’ his triumph over the Potions Master.

“Seriously Ron, that was silly.” Said Hermione, “The fact that you got up and walked out of potions was bad enough, let alone that you’re lying about what REALLY happened.”
“But did you see Snape’s face! He didn’t know what to think!” answered Ron.
“Nah mate, I think he was trying to decided which curse to use,” piped up Seamus.
“The point is…” said Ron, “that I don’t have to do potions for the semester! No more cold, dank dungeons for this Weasley! And now I have a spare class!” Hermione shook her head.
“Ron, you know Professor McGonagall will give you another class in it’s place?!?” Hermione answered.

In fact, Ron was now signed up for Herbology, it being one of the only classes with space left. Ron was not happy. However Neville was over the moon.
“Ron, you can work with me if you’d like, this is great! None of my other friends did Herbology!”
“Yeah, great Neville.” Mumbled Ron.


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