"We're going to be late for detention Hermione!" Harry groaned, ushering his friend to hurry up. "I won't be too late, I'm just finishing my dinner." She replied, piling some more potato's onto her plate. "Right, well I'm going. I'll see you there." Harry shrugged and made his way out of the great hall. "You know, it's bloody unfair that you have detention in the first place." Ron growled, stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth. "Ron slow down at bit, you'll get heartburn at this rate." Hermione snorted, "you can bloody talk! This is your second portion 'Mione!" Ron argued, throwing a pea at his girlfriend.

"Right I'm off to detention, I'll see you later." Hermione sighed, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Oi! Don't I get a kiss?" Ron whined, "if you think that I'm walking all the way around this table you are mistaken Ronald!" She explained point in out the fact the table was nearly as long as the hall itself. She blew him a kiss and smirked and went on her way.

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Harry knocked at the door of the potions classroom, "come in." A voice moaned from inside, Snape. 'Always the cheeriest of fellows' Harry thought to himself as he pushed the door open.
"I ordered two." The dungeon bat scowled, noticing the boys friend was missing. "We're not a fucking takeaway Professor!" Harry spat in anger, the audacity of the man to refer to them as if they were objects. "Do you want me to make this a weeks detention Potter? Because I'm stepping closer to that edge..." Snape drawled, his eyes fixed on Potters with a icy glare.

"Sorry I'm late Professor Snape, only..." Hermione began as she barged in through the door, Snape ordered her silence and she stopped mid explanation. "Do not waste my time with your feeble excuses Granger, I don't care what you reasoning is. You have detention for the rest of the week for your insufferable time keeping." Snape spat inches from the witches face.
"Hold on Professor..." Harry tried to intervene, "Potter just be pleased you have no more detentions as you came very close." Snape glared.

"I want both of you to write lines, sit and I will provide quills and parchment." The git ordered, and they both did as asked. Glancing at each other with disparity.
Parchment and ink wells slammed down onto their desks, "I want you to write 'I will not be found out of bed' until I tell you to stop." Snape grinned evilly and retuned to his desk.

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SNAPE's POV

I watched them as they scribbled the sentence I gave them again and again, I graded essays as he time passed but my attention kept returning to two brats. Especially the know it all.
When I realised 2 hours had passed I told them that they could go, I watched as the witch grimaced  scrunching her fingers into a fist, extending them and doing it again repetitively. "Are you alright Miss Granger?" I asked, purely out of curiosity.
"Yes Professor Snape, just a cramp." She explained, collecting her bag and heading for the door with Potter. I remember those cramps only to well, having spent so many evenings in detention myself. It was always Potters fault, that blasted James Potter.

I was glad when they were gone, I didn't particularly enjoy having to spend my entire evening with students, it was my idea of hell as much as it was theirs.

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"What did you go and do that for 'Mione!" Ron whinged, "I was only a few minutes late, Ronald." Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. "Yeah and you go and get yourself a weeks detention! How are we gonna spend any time together!" He snapped, "Ron, we have time between classes, lunch breaks..." "Bloody hell Hermione, I want you alone in the evenings! You know I want us to... You know." He blushed nervously. "I know Ron, and we will. Let's not let some detentions come between us." Hermione reassured her beloved orange weasel.
"I'm not, but you told me you was ready." He pressed, Hermione was becoming irritated. 'Can he not think if anything else?' She thought to herself. "Ron, I don't want to rush ok!" She snapped. "You're just bloody frigid, that's what you are!" He spat venomously, and stormed into the boys dormitories.

It hurt, what he told her. She felt he tears start filling her eyes and put her head in her hands.
Deep down she scolded herself as if she deserved it, she wasn't angry with him. Although she probably should have been. she was confused, on one had she felt ready but on the other hand she didn't. She didn't want to have sex just to keep someone's affection, she wanted it to be through sheer love and passion. She did love Ron, but there was no passion. It seemed to had disappeared recently. She put it down to the constant arguments, 'that has to be the reason, right?' She asked herself in her mind.

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