No characters, with the exception of Esme, belong to me

No characters, with the exception of Esme, belong to me.

A/N: Hello readers, new and old! This is a reposted version of my original story. In a fit of boredom, I recently reread all of my stories, and I didn't like parts of them, so I thought, "Why don't I repost?" Please enjoy, and if you do, please review.

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"No," Snape said, staring at the figure sitting on his desk. "Not you."

"Yes, me." The figure, a petite, dark haired girl no older than nineteen leapt off of the desk and stretched her arms above her head.

"Why? You never even liked Potions. Why not something like Transfiguration, or Charms?"

"Look Severus. I needed a job. And, stupidly enough, I'd opted to study Potions last year. So, the only one Dumbledore offered was an assistant professorship with you. Deal with it."

"Why couldn't he have told me?"

"And have you quit on the spot?" She laughed, jumping off of the desk and onto the tips of her toes, trying to see eye-to-eye.

"I wouldn't have quit."

"You would have spent the summer whining to him about what an 'unfit choice' you saw me as."

"I don't whine."

"Please, you whine like a hungry dog. I'm sure you whined."

"That doesn't make any sense. This is why I don't want to work with you; you're nothing but a nonsensical child who isn't fit to teach!"

"I'm not a child Severus—"

"Please, Slain! If you're going to call me anything other than my proper title, call me Snape," his lip curled, "Or Snivellus. Like your father." He added with a cold smirk.

"James Potter is not my father."

"That's not what I've heard."

"You will not bring this up again!" she snapped, gesturing angrily.

"Look Slain," He brought his face dangerously close to hers, "I'm your boss. I have the power to fire you. I also have the power to change your wages. Don't mess with me."

"Actually, Sevvie, you don't have the power to fire me." She smirked, "I asked."

"Brat."

"Why don't you like me Sev? I was a good student. I did most of my homework. I followed most of the rules."

"You may have had high marks but you were as arrogant as your father. You were caught breaking curfew at least twice a month; you rarely had your homework for my class in on time; you and Nymphadora Tonks played 'fanged Frisbee' during my class; you've broken more rules than all of the Weasley children combined."

"They're really more like guidelines."

"It's amazing you weren't expelled!"

"I have a troubled past."

"No, you don't!"

"My foster parents abandoned me!"

"They disowned you, it's different."

"How?"

"You were never left without adult supervision."

"Because supervision is the exact same thing as a family."

"You were at school; you wouldn't have seen your family anyway."

"You're horrible!" The assistant professor laughed and shook her head, "At least I can torture their kid. He's what, a third year now?"

"Be nice to Draco. His parents have given a lot of money to the school."

"Ugh, hate you Severus. You never let me have any fun."

"You haven't even started working for me yet."

"True."

"I still cannot believe Dumbledore's letting you work for me."

"Not for you, with you!"

Start of term feast

"So, Sirius Black. Scary shit, huh?" She grinned as she dug into the meal. Snape rolled his eyes.

"Must you talk like that?"

"Making fun of the way I speak is cruel, Severus."

"I really don't like you." She didn't seem to hear him. Instead she was peering across the table.

"Hey, who's that?" The assistant professor twisted her head to look at a thin, ragged man sitting at the other end of the staff table.

"Remus Lupin. He's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Don't you ever listen?"

"He's cute," she giggled.

"Oh no…"

"I should go introduce myself to him. He seems lonely." She strutted over to Remus, "Hello, I'm Esme Slain, the assistant Potions professor."

Remus choked on his pumpkin juice, "Slain? As in Marcus Slain?"

"He's my grandfather."

"I wouldn't be telling people that; you know he's—"

"The one responsible for spreading You-Know-Who's reign into France. I know."

"Why are you here?"

"Well, when my mother was fifteen, it seems that a fourteen-year-old James Potter was on holiday in Paris for the spring. As the story goes they met, fell in love, and she became pregnant with me," Remus grimaced at the thought of his friend being a father at fourteen. "Unfortunately, my mother, Cosette, gave birth nearly two months too early, and died. My grandparents were too ashamed to keep me, so they gave me to the Malfoys."

Remus stared at her like she was the craziest thing he'd ever seen. "Why are you telling me this?"

"You asked, now, when I was eleven I was sorted into Gryffindor, obviously because I was James' daughter. You see Narcissa and Lucius didn't know that he had fathered me, and when they found out that he had they were pissed. They disowned me. So Dumbledore found a new foster family for me and now I live with the Weasleys."

"That's nice…"

"So anyway, what's your story?"

"I needed a job. I got offered a job. End of story."

"Oh," Esme strode back over to Snape, "He's cute."

"Please stop mooning over the defensive arts professor. It's rather frightening."

"Oh puh-lease, you're just jealous you didn't get to him first."

Snape stared at her, "I don't like you."

"I know," Esme simpered, "And it hurts me in here." She thumped her fist on her solar plexus, "Ow, that really did hurt." Snape got up and left the table, "Severus? Severus! Come back! Severus this pains me!" She too, got up and left the table, folding her arms over her chest and muttering, "Nobody likes me, might as well be dead…"

Back at the feast Remus turned to Professor Flitwick. "Who was that?"

"Oh Esme! She's the lovely young thing who will one day take over for Professor Snape when he runs off with Professor McGonagall. Scintillating girl isn't she?"

"Actually she seems rather mad…"

"Oh no! She just takes some getting used to. And one day she'll meet the right man and become completely normal." He smiled and patted Remus' arm.

"What are you…?" But Flitwick had already left. He turned to Professor Sprout, "What's going on here?"

"Oh dear, if you just tried some deodorant I'm sure people could stand to be around you longer. Though the werewolf thing may also be working against you…"