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"You should be on the last step of your potions by now." Professor Snape instructed. It was the last class of the day at Hogwarts: 5th Year Potions.

"Done? Good....now-" He was cut off by the apparent sniggering of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Both were desperately trying to cover up their laughter with their Gryffindor robes.

"Mr. Weasley!" Snape said in his usual monotone voice, "No...interacting with Potter during my class. 10 points from Gryffindor." There was a collective groan from all the present Gryffindors in the room. Snape noted the crestfallen looks on their faces. How quaint. With his black cloak billowing behind him, he walked through the rows of desks and made sure that all the potions - correct or not - had been completed. He silently walked over to Potter's table and peered over Harry's shoulder. With Potter, one could never be too sure.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed. "I think I actually got it right this time!"

Ron was too busy cutting black beetle eyes with unneeded precision to pay much attention to him.

"Is that so, Mr. Potter? You think you actually got it this time?" Snape said silkily, looking at Harry who hadn't moved a single muscle. "Well, I will let you know Amortentia should be smooth, not this horrid-smelling lumpy abomination of yours." He continued. "Even with the help of that insufferable know-it-all Granger, you still can't get your tiny brains to grasp it." Snape watched in amusement as Potter's ears went bright pink.

Ron, who had finally finished cutting his beetle eyes noticed the situation, and without thinking, mumbled, "It's not the only abomination in the room. And it smells worse than Harry's potion." Ron quickly realized what he said and immediately shut up.

Harry stared in shock at Ron, who had the same expression on his face. Forget McGonagall's temper, Snape's was about to blow up.

Snape's head snapped in Weasley's direction. "Mr. Weasley, would you care to repeat yourself?" He said through gritted teeth.

Ron had suddenly gone a deathly pale, leaving his dark freckles to make a clear, spotted pattern strewn across his skin. "Uh...."

"Well?!" Snape spat out.

Ron's mouth twitched.

"He said-" Started Harry.

"I don't need your input, Potter." Snape said. "Well, I bet my dad really didn't need yours!" Harry exclaimed.

Snape's already sallow skin somehow paled even more than was thought possible. "Detention, Potter." He said smoothly, glancing at Ron. "And you, Mr. Weasley, shall be accompanying him for that remark you made earlier."

"W-what? He's not involved in this!"

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "I don't want any lip, Potter. Eight o'clock detention tonight. Do not be late." And with a swish of his cloak, he dismissed the class.

"I can't believe this." Harry said angrily. "Detention with Snape! This is the fifth time this month!"

"Really?" Ron said, looking mildly amused. "I'm on my tenth."

The turned the stone corner and headed off to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. But, they unfortunately turned it too hard and knocked over another Gryffindor, (y,n) (l,n). She was in the same year as them. Currently, she was lying on the floor mutter some cusses under her breath. Her books were scattered all over the tile floor.

"Sorry (y,n). We didn't see you there." Harry said as he bent down to help her out with her books.

"Yeah, mate. Sorry 'bout that." Added Ron, who just stood there.

"No problem. I've smacked into at least 25 people because of my clumsiness. I hit McGonagall already by tripping over myself. I hope she's not in a bad mood because of me...."

Harry gave her her books back. "Sorry." He said again.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. You two better get to class quickly."

"Alright...catch you later!" The boys ran off to Transfiguration, careful not to run down anyone again.

(Y,n) finished putting her books back into her bag. She had the rest of the day free. But, she was loaded with homework. Most of it came from Professor Snape, because thanks to Malfoy's snarky comment about Snape's nose (again), they had all received a penalty of a 2 page essay about Werewolves and other Human Hybrids. Flitwick had just said to practice their charms, Professor Sprout to write a short paragraph on the importance of mandrake leaves, and McGonagall....surprisingly nothing. Which was weird enough.

YOUR POV

I climbed up the sets of magical marble staircases, making sure to map out which ones to use to get to the Gryffindor tower. They liked to change, you see. I always liked to think they liked doing it to have fun. Once I finally reached the common room, I flopped down onto a maroon couch in front of the fireplace and laid there. Tomorrow....tomorrow was the weekend. My head spun and fought for consciousness, but lost. My eyelids slowly dropped down, and the last thing I saw was the flickering of the fireplace.

The next morning:

I woke up snuggled on the couch with a blanket on me. I smiled to myself, I am so lucky to be on Gryffindor. I've made some great friends here. I looked over to my right and saw one of the tapestries that hung from the stone wall. It was the Gryffindor crest. Then it hit me all of a sudden. Today. Was. Waffle Day. I don't even know how on earth I could've gotten waffle from the picture of a lion, but I was grateful. Waffles were amazing here. I quickly stood up and unfortunately, I stepped on my robes so when I took another step I landed perfectly on my face. I heard a crunching sound, but I thought little of it. I hurried down to the great hall (by hurried I mean ran for dear life and the sake of waffles) and arrived just on time. I sat down with my friends who were chatting over the latest you-know-who sightings. When I said hello, they all went silent.

"What?" I said in a joking manner.

Thomas pointed at my face and said, "What the heck happened to you? More specifically," he added, "to your face?"

Confused I touched my face, I felt something wet and crusty. I brought my hand back to examine it and what I saw was blood. Oh no....that's what the crunching sound was.

"Is it bad?" I asked.

Thomas squinted his eyes. "I dunno. It looks mangled though." He calmly went back to eating his toast.

I took his word and headed up to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey immediately saw me and told me to sit down and I did. Finally, she came back with a small pot of water, a cloth, and a bottle of...whatever. The label was too smudged to read.

"How you students manage to get so hurt so quickly in this school I will never know." She sighed and started to dab my nose. I immediately withdrew in pain. Madame's eyes suddenly went wide.

Pomfrey POV:

How's this possible? Her skin has been completely cut off and torn, not to mention crushed.. and the cartilage is showing. Good thing I know how to fix this.

"Miss (y/l/n), how did you get yourself in the hospital wing?" I asked. Oh lord, the stories I've heard in here never cease to amaze me.

YOUR POV

Before I could explain in more detail (which would've been worse) a tall, black figure strode into the room. I identified the man as Professor Snape.

"Pomfrey!" He said snappishly. "I need you to mend my hand. Some insipid Hufflepuff spilled his potion on my hand while I was working on the Felix Felicis potion with the 6th years."

Madame looked confused. "But you're the potions professor, don't you have an anti-burn serum in your storage?"

His eyes narrowed. "If I had some, I wouldn't be here right now would I?"

Madame glared at him and told him to sit on the bad opposite of me.

"You wait here and make sure you keep applying pressure until the bleeding wears off. I'll be back in a minute." She bustled off to go get the things for the other Professor.

Snape sat down on the bed next to me, which creaked a little. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the sheet. While he was distracted, I snuck a glance at him. His long, greasy, black hair was touching the collar of his robes. His eyes were a dark obsidian black...that suddenly locked with mine. I felt a jolt of emotional energy go through my entire body and I was pretty sure a blush was forming now.

"Staring is rude, (l/n). Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?"

"Y-yes." I managed to stutter out. Being this close in proximity with the Professor always made me get nervous. And his insults were not the best thing either.

I think he noticed my nose because he was looking at it and opened his mouth to say something, but Madame Pomfrey came back with an anti-burn potion. She quickly poured some in a glass and handed it to the Professor. The sorcerer took it and drank it. Almost immediately, the red and blistering skin faded away into his usual pale tone. The Sorcerer curtly thanked Madame Pomfrey for the potion and proceded to leave.

With his cloak billowing out behind him, he left the hospital wing.