Chapter 1: Unfair

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated ideas, characters, places and events are the property of J K Rowling. Severus Snape and Hermione Granger pairing is not canon, there is an age difference of almost twenty years (please consider wizarding standards) and are in a student/teacher dynamic.

*Note: First year student Miss Granger interrupts Professor Snape while he is grading seventh year parchments.

CHAPTER ONE

Unfair

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Professor Snape

"Excuse me, Professor Snape?"

The voice came from a first year student. Small in stature and crowned with a thick bushel of untamable hair. He had the displeasure of her company in his Gryfindor/Slytherin first year Potions class and he knew her as an unremarkable student, with the petulance to speak without thinking or curtesy. The sight of the Gryffindor know-it-all sent his mood into a downward spiral; which was commonplace in regards to Gryfindors.

"Enter." He growled, his eyes not leaving the parchment.

The young witch stuck out her chin, feigning confidence she so obviously lacked and stomped towards his desk, her bulging saddlebag bouncing against her hip. He lifted his gaze and schooled his expression. Those determined brown eyes stared at him expectantly, but he could see the fear behind them.

"Miss Granger," he allowed himself to snarl, revealing his crooked teeth, "to what do I owe this interruption?"

The witch held onto her saddlebag tightly and cleared her throat, her face began to turn a light shade of pink, "I am sorry Professor Snape but I just wanted to ask you a question-"

Snape's expression darkened and his patience began to wane.

"Any questions you may have should be asked during your next Potions lesson," he narrowed his eyes, "save yourself the embarrassment girl and stop wasting my time."

To his annoyance, she challenged his contemptuous gaze and stood her ground.

"Please Professor Snape," the witch huffed, tucking a fly-away behind her ear, "You never let me answer questions in class, let alone ask any questions. That's why I am here, I want to know why you ignore me because I know all the answers. I mean, I have read all of the text books, so I could not possibly give you a wrong answer. No one else knows the answers, no one ever puts their hand up, I always put my hand up! I-I think you are being unfair."

Unfair. If there was any one word to describe his life and this miserable moment, 'unfair' was it.

"Unfair?" he scowled, now giving her his full attention, "Miss Granger, I think you are mistaking unfair for just. Memorising textbooks will not give you a free pass to spew information in my classroom and I will not indulge you waving your hand around like a demented fool. Your peers may never have opened the textbook before the term started, however, it does not give you the right to dismiss their learning because you want to inflate your own ego. Professor McGonagall might praise you but you'll not get any special treatment from me."

"P-Professor-"

"Raise your hand if you want to say something Miss Granger. Have you forgotten your manners as well?"

"No Professor, I just-" she whined as tears broke through the corners of her eyes. "I just wanted to answer the questions in class."

Snape watched the young witches face turn an awful blotchy red and her hair began to stand on end, as if it had a mind of its own. The young witch was pathetically stubborn, there was a small part inside of him that took pleasure in seeing her cry.

"I think you should leave, Miss Granger. Before you make a greater fool of yourself."

The young witch huffed in disbelief and sniffed, blinking back the fresh tears.

"Don't make me repeat myself girl. Get out!" he snapped.

Startled, Miss Granger's Gryffindor courage failed her and she ran out of the classroom. The sound of her saddlebag echoed through the dungeons, leaving Snape with dark eyes and tight lips.

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