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A/N: This was my first ever HG/SS fic. Constructive criticism is much appreciated. Please review! Thanks.

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Hermione Granger was mad, not mildly mad, but cross-my-path-and-I'll-curse- you mad. Being a seventh year Hogwarts student, she just happened to know quite a few too. Once again, Professor Snape had failed to give her perfect marks at Christmas holiday time when, obviously, she was the best potions student in her class, if not the whole school! She had followed Snape's instructions perfectly, even the extra ones he threw in just for her.

"He can't do this! Snape cannot expect to unfairly down grade his students and get away with it!" she screamed, slamming her books down on the Gryffindor common room table next to Ron. "How can he justify giving me a lower grade than Neville when his potion exploded?"

"Calm down, Hermione," Ron interjected. "He's Snape. He's always been that way. You can't expect that to change. He's a stubborn old bat!"

"But this is wholly unfair! After six years of classes, in which I was never given my dues, I hoped he'd have recognized my abilities by the seventh!" Hermione was utterly frustrated. She thought Snape would have realized her worth by her seventh year, especially since she had been named Head Girl. "I will just have to show him the error of his ways," she said with a strange smile on her face.

"What are you talking about? Hermione, you can't terrorize the teachers, especially Snape. Don't mess with him. He is a Death Eater. You don't want to get involved with them," replied Ron, a bit worried.

"I'm not terrorizing; I'm correcting an error," she protested. "Besides, Snape won't even know what hit him," she responded. With that, Hermione bounded up to the girls dorm to plan. At the same moment, a tired Harry walked in, broomstick in hand. He'd just come from an exhausting flight around the grounds, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"What's she doing?

"Plotting her death," replied Ron.

"Oh, well, maybe we should help. Hermione is our friend. Hate to miss her death," joked Harry.

"I don't think we should join this one."

"Why's that?" Harry responded curiously.

"She's going to attempt to settle a score with Snape."

"Oh," was all Harry said. He didn't like the sound of that. Maybe he should have a word with Hermione. Lately, she wasn't very rational when it came to anything dealing with Snape.

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Hermione was engrossed in a book when Harry found her the next morning at breakfast. She didn't even notice his arrival.

"Good morning, Hermione. How's the book?" he asked, leaning toward her, his nose almost touching hers.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, knocking over her pumpkin juice, and almost butting heads with him. "You startled me."

"Sorry. Anything useful there?" he asked, pointing to the book and sitting next to her.

"Oh, no. I was just reading ahead for Professor Binns."

"I didn't know curses were required for that class. Did I fall asleep and miss something again?"

"How much did Ron tell you?" she asked, realizing what he was saying. The red-had was entering the Great Hall at the same time.

"Enough for the moment, Hermione. Leave Snape alone. He'll do a lot more than take away house points. I wouldn't attempt anything when it comes to that greasy git," Harry replied to her question. Seeing Ron, he added, "Good morning, Ron."

"Harry, Hermione. So, what did I miss?" Ron inquired whilst sitting down.

Hermione glared at him as he did so. "I don't care if you two try to hold me back. I will get what I deserve. If either of you get in my way though, there will be consequences," she responded sharply.

Harry and Ron just stared after her as she left the table. Over the years, Hermione's awkwardness had decreased with her increased confidence. Both young men had realized a couple years back how desirable she would be if the know-it-all attitude weren't included in the package.

"Harry, I'm afraid of what's going to happen to her, but I'm more afraid of what she'll do to us if we try to stop her," Ron finally said after she left the Great Hall.

"Snape better watch out. I wouldn't want to be in her way, especially when I was the one holding her back. I think she finally snapped. Come on, Ron. Let's keep an eye on her. I'm afraid she really will get what she deserves for this one, and it's not going to be good."

"It better be a very long eye. I doubt she'll take pity on us when we're caught spying," Ron groaned. He and Harry got up to leave the hall and grabbed a few pieces of toast to eat on the way.

End chapter one. Please review!