All I Want For Christmas

Disclaimer:: I don't own any of this, JKR has all claims to Harry Potter and it's characters, and I am unfortunately not getting paid; not that I write well enough to receive money for this story or any others I happen to write.
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"There's someone coming!"
"Shh! Ron, just shut up! Harry, can you see who it is?"
"No....Shit."
Ron, in a scared voice, "wha...oh bloody hell.."
"What do you think you are doing?" comes a deep baritone voice from just above their hiding place. The trio sits quietly, straining their ears with all their might to hear who the velvety voice was talking to. "Well?" the voice is accompanied by a face, but not just any face, Professor Severus Snape's face, which had a sneer upon it that would scare a troll as Crookshanks would a rat. "I asked you a question," his voice only rising slightly but keeping uncommonly steady.
Hermione, being the quickest thinker, was the first to speak. "We were, uh, playing a game,Professor," she says adding an innocent smile.
"Playing...a game.." repeated Snape, raising an eyebrow, the sneer which so often was upon his amazingly contoured lips has disappeared and is replaced by a smirk. "Miss Granger, do you actually expect me to believe that you three are in MY dungeons...playing a game?" The three nod at him in a would-be convincing manner, all with big stupid grins on there faces. Seeing this Snape adds in a tempered voice, "how stupid do you think I am?"
"Very," Harry says in an almost inaudible voice, not inaudible enough.
"Mister Potter, I suggest you watch your tongue," Snape said, glaring, "Ten points from Gryffindor and a detention for you," Snape's eyes flash dangerously at Harry, "for being an insubordinate brat with no manners."
"You're one to talk," Harry said, a glare growing on his brow.
"Ten more points, Potter. Would you like to make it and even Fifty?" he says, raising an eyebrow. When Harry doesn't speak, Snape gives a satisfied smirk."Now, you three, I give you fair warning.." Harry gives out a little "puh", Snape makes no recognition of it and continues. "I'll be watching you. If I see any kind of slip up..."Snape's smirk grows more malicious,"more points and detentions will be the response, and we all know how important those points are, don't we Mister Potter. Now, get out of my sight before I send you to Filch. I'm sure he'd enjoy giving you lot a fair bit of punishment."
They start to walk out of the dungeon when Snape calls for Harry. Harry turns and looks Snape dead in the eyes. In a angered tone, harry said, "yes, sir?"
"Don't forget Mister Potter, detention tonight at six. Bring only your wand...you'll be doing sentences."Harry nods and turns to follow Ron and Hermione out of the dungeon.
"Why do you talk back to him, Harry? Do you enjoy his company during your detentions or what. Because I just don't get it. Who would want to spend any more time than needed with him?"
"Mione, leave him alone. With all the time he has spent with Snape, who can blame him for retorting to his snide remarks" Ron finishes giving Harry a sideways look and a smile. Harry smiles back but keeps quiet. Hermione gives them both a look which is most often plastered to Professor McGonagall's face and hurries ahead of them, muttering something that distinctly sounded of, "boys!"
"Girls!" Ron says in an exasperated voice. "She just doesn't want to hear anyone barking at a teacher. Thinks it'll make her look bad."
"Where do you suppose she's going?"
The two boys look at each other and smile, "library," and they head back up to Gryffindor Tower, still laughing at Hermione. They climb through the portrait hole and head for the chairs next to the fire. Before they sit down...
"Took you long enough," came a voice.
"Hermione? We thought you were going to the library."
"Well, I was going to, but I remembered that I already had a couple books out. Don't give me that look, Ronald Weasley. You know it would probably do you some good to read once-in-a-while."
"Mione, I do read. What do you call it when I do my assignments?"
"Copying."
Ron gave Hermione a reproachful look, "I never...not since...and who are you...that's reading." Harry, sensing a little row coming on, patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "it's time for class."
Ron's face contorts into a grimace of thought, "what's next?"
Harry gives a grimace of his own and sighs, "Potions."

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AN: In review