Chapter 2

The crisp autumn air gave Hermione rosy cheeks and slightly numb ears. But it didn't matter it felt liberating to be out here to have no expectations crushing her and no laughter causing her to cry. She slipped her cloak off so she could feel the full chill of the wind. She stood there for hours perhaps, the wind tossing her curls occasionally. Her cheeks and lips where soon a bright red from the chill.

"Ah yes Miss Granger"

Hermione attempted to control her heart beat while concentrating on the man in front of her. How is it possible for someone to make absolutely no noise when dried leaves coat ever square inch of ground? For the first time in 6 years under his tutelage, Hermione Granger seriously considered the possibility that her professor might indeed be undead. She turned to face Professor Snape.

"The great miss granger skipping classes are we? Or perhaps waiting for Weasley?"

"I'm waiting for no one Professor" I mean how else could he be so pale? Well being indoors all the-

"So I can assume from the way you artfully dodged my comment that you are not going to even try to make up some fanciful story to correspond with your absence in class?."

-would explain it but I mean come-

"Miss Granger?"

"What?"

"'Excuse me'; I was talking about your skipping class"

"I wasn't-"

"20 points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger you are wasting my time!"

Why did he have to do this? Every time I come any where near him he insults me, berates me and scolds me for no reason at all! Here I was after 2 hours I am finally in control of my emotions but talking to him for 2 minutes causes me to lose all composure! 20 points was ridiculous and knowing him more deductions were coming.

"I am sick of you not responding to me gir-"

"Do you know what I'm sick of professor? you! I am sick of you being such a cruel mean patronizing ass who doesn't give-"

"Oh yes the favorite teenage pass time, taking emotions out on others in favor of reliving the feeling of not being in control and-

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME!"

"But you a mere slip of a girl know me? You know everything that we mere imbeciles and asses can't see? Whether or not you see it miss granger you are a child who doesn't know a thing about the real world. And whether or not you have heard this saying, it is none the less true, a full cup can not be filled. You think you understand the world but have you ever truly looked-"

"Shut UP!"

"I am not Finished!"

He stood so close to her, his eyes burning into hers; if she blinked her eye lashes would touch him. They both were breathing erratically, struggling not to strangle the other. Hermione was scared, his eyes pitch black were filled with intensity and bore into her eyes. She felt like he could read her soul, but he could couldn't he? She doubted even a vampire could control such a gaze. She wouldn't give in; she refused to show how scared she was.

"I hate you" she whispered

"doesn't everybody?" he turned and walked away leaving Hermione alone and confused. Hermione stood there until time stopped she slowly examined everything she knew. For how long she stood there, doubting herself, doubting the world and wondering who truly was, Severus Snape.