I may have loved Potions, but not when Harry Potter was in my class.

I don't know exactly what he'd done to perfect the Draught of the Living Death so quickly, but Draco and I shared a look of hatred for the boy as he attempted to snatch the Liquid Luck, or Felix Felicis, out of Professor Slughorn's hands. He got it eventually and looked smug as a guy could get.

"Probably cheated," Draco mumbled angrily as he cleared away his equipment.

I grumbled in agreement as I did the same. I wasn't one to judge quickly, but I wasn't one to lie about my dislike for people either. My name meant truth, after all.

"Goodbye, class," Slughorn said in his odd voice as we left.

My last class was Alchemy, and I wasn't sure if how many people were in that class. The only thing that I knew was that there was enough people wanting to take the subject for it to run.

As I headed there, I realised that I was heading in the same direction as Snape's Defense Against The Dark Arts. I quickly looked at my timetable to check, and no doubt, it was the same class.

I sighed audibly.

"Not happy to be heading to my lesson, are we?"

I almost groaned this time, but restrained myself.

"Of course I'm happy," I replied, a little sarcastically. But as if the git would get that.

"Of course," Snape agreed, walking ahead of me. I tried to keep up with him, but my attempts failed.

He was too fast for his own good.

I got in there to see about three people. I was about to question Snape, when I felt a pain in my head and he answered,

"There will be more soon."

Did he read my mind?

I began to think to myself that it must be against the rules or something, then I realised that I had no choice but to prevent him from reading my mind again.

Especially with the pain I felt from his dislike towards me.

I decided to ask Dumbledore about that in my free period the next day. I, thankfully, had at least one every day, which I would likely use for studying and homework.

A few more students piled in, and we all took seats on separate tables. The Gryffindors that were here didn't seem to get along or know each other, but stuck on the opposite side to myself and the one other Slytherin girl here.

The class dragged on a bit. I felt myself losing focus and worst of all, losing my grip on what I was doing.

Before I knew it, my cheek was bashed against the table with something that hit me in the back of the head.

"You're lucky, Miss Winters. Next time this happens, I won't be using such a measly textbook," Snape chorused. It seemed that he always spoke like a robot, like his voice never changed.

"Detention, after this," he added.

I rubbed my eyes, not caring if I looked like a panda. How no one else had managed to fall asleep, I had no idea. They all started to pack up and I put my stuff away, but didn't make a dart to leave like they did.

"You better be glad this lesson was just an explanation of the class, Miss Winters."

"I'm really sorry, Professor," I said. I genuinely was. I wasn't one for falling asleep in class.

"I accept that," Snape said, surprising me.

He looked occupied for a moment, before saying, "As punishment, you can clear out this cupboard. Order them. Alphabetically."

I nodded, rising from my seat and heading towards the cabinet he wanted me to order. It looked like a lot of books, but they were actually just thick, heavy ones.

"Thanks, Professor," I said when I started clearing them out into sections. A, B, C, so on.

"For what, Miss Winters?" Snape replied, an eyebrow raising as he kept his eyes set on his marking.

"I expected a worse punishment," I teased. I knew I was pushing boundaries, but I wanted to see if Snape could laugh, too.

And he did. He chuckled under his breath, "In that case, I suppose you are welcome, Miss Winters."

I finished up the books in no time, and as I left he muttered, "Expect worse next time."