A/N; OK this is a new one i wrote whilst i had writers block, it amuses me hope it does you too... there will be more to come... hope you enjoy :D

I hate the students, the students hate me. It's a win, win situation. That is until by some sort of malfunction of my brain I actually start to take a shine to one in particular.

I can't help it. The infuriating little know-it-all from Gryffindor has plagued my thoughts for the past couple of weeks. Why do I care if she passes her newts or not, why should I care? I shouldn't, but the problem is that I do.

If only she would leave me alone I could go on with my life, but no, every corner I turn she is there, every step I take she is one step in front of me.

It would seem to some that I am stalking her, let me get this straight, I am not. I simply go about my daily routine and due to some sort of twisted stroke of fate I end up in her path.

I am not stalking her.

Am not.

At all.

As if I would.

The problem is that now she has noticed me, and unlike the rest of the student body, she refuses to leave me alone.

"Sir Can I ask you about this potion?"

"Sir does the effects of potion A counter act Potion B?"

She bombards me with questions, not just about potions. She has happily found out that I am quite skilled at Occulmency and has started asking me about that two. I blame Potter for that, no doubt he had informed her about our little sessions.

Urgh, note to self, if the Dark Lord doesn't kill Potter do it yourself.

But honestly, these questions. They are driving me into an early grave. I could just say "No, Leave me alone" threaten her with detention and what not, but do I? No I bloody well don't. Some sort of motor function I have newly required enables me not to turn away and lodges me to the spot where I kindly (Kindly for heavens sake!) answer all of her annoying questions.

I cannot help it; I simply stand there and comply to her every need. I dare say I will be inviting her back to my chambers for tea and crumpets soon enough.

Oh good lord, what if I do? What if she says yes?

I'm doomed.

Doomed.

I put it down to the logical explanation of wanting to help her through her examinations. I mean why not? She is, what do they say? 'The brightest witch of her age?' or something like that. And compared to the other dunderheads that are allowed in this school, she does happen to be the smartest.

That aside I still don't see why I have this unruly urge to help the girl.

If only she could see what she was doing to me. I actually considered washing my hair yesterday to see if she would notice.

I mean why?

Why would I even think such a thing?

Why would I care what she thinks? I am Severus Snape feared potions master for crying out loud, why would I go out of my way to impress a student.

I am a dirty old man that is why.

I would stop if I could, but can I, no. just being around that little witch does strange things to me.

She actually corrected me twice in my potions lesson yesterday I was that distracted.

And I didn't even take points for it.

Not even one!

I swear I am loosing my mind.

If this continues for much longer I promise that I will Avada kedavara myself before long.

Hold on there is someone at my door. I only hope to Merlin that it isn't her.

A/N; OK so what do you think, i already have a couple more chappies that i will add if you like the idea...

let me know :P