Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 2

Posey's POV

I didn't want to be in the hospital wing. I especially didn't want to be here on the first night! How embarrassing is that?!? Everyone would know by tomorrow, and they would believe every word that rat-faced fifth year said because his father works at the ministry and nobody likes me.

I stretched out on a bed after Madam Pomfrey checked me out. I was fine, I just had a few large bruises. Nothing I couldn't handle. Except it hurt like Hell.

I hummed a muggle song to myself until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up and told to get dressed because I had to be in classes today. Perfect.

I dressed in my robes from last night and went to retrieve my timetable for classes.

Monday:
Hour 1: Advanced Transfiguration

Hour 2: Double DADA

Hour 4: Advanced History of Magic

Lunch

Hour 6: Break

Hour 7: Advanced Potions

Hour 8: Care of Magical Creatures

Hour 9: Divination

I didn't bother reading the rest because I didn't really need to yet. I would later. I made my way to breakfast and sat alone at the end of the table. People still tried to talk to me, though.

"Did you really spend the first night in the hospital?" Asked one girl. I ignored her.

"Why did you attack Malfoy?" Asked another boy. I ignored him, too. In fact, I ignored everyone. After I ate a quick breakfast, I hurried off to my first class. No need to be late, after all.

As I stood outside the door to Professor McGonagall's classroom, Snape walked by on his way to his classroom.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"Good morning to you, too, Professor. I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said sarcastically.

"Ten points from Slytherin."

"Ouch," I said sarcastically again.

"Another ten points."

"Am I the only Slytherin you take points from? Feels like I am."

"Silence, you insufferable girl!" He strode off to go to his own classroom as the students started coming. The door opened and I stepped inside. The lesson today would probably be boring.

I took notes anyway to avoid point deductions. There really wasn't anything to take notes over, though, so I ended up doodling on some parchment.

By DADA, I was irritated. People in my year and house just couldn't leave me alone, could they? Not to mention, I wasn't in the mood for the pink lady.

Her overly happy attitude was too much for me. I had to hold my tongue for fear of insulting the witch. Not that it mattered, though. Try as I might, I just couldn't do it.

"Professor?" I said, raising my hand after looking through our book. "I have a question about this material. How will we pass the practical portion of the N.E.W.T. exam if we don't actually practice?"

"If you study, you will."

"But some practical things aren't going to be found in a book," I protested. She turned to face me.