"Ten minutes~" Severus warned lazily, his voice a monotone.

((FAIL!)) 

Silviana smiled as Draco completed his potion, although it wasnt as glossy as needed.  She sighed and knew it was at least an "A" grade... but then again Snape was a tough grader.  Silvie glanced at the Gryffindors, chuckling slightly... Hermione had some competition, but as of mentioned before, no one would know that much.  She slapped her book shut and slid it into her bag, boredom creeping through her system, and it showed on her face as she leaned on her hand...

-failness-

Snape snapped his book shut, the sound echoing through the dungeon. He waved his hand, all the vials floating up to him. He checked the raise, an eyebrow raised.

"Miss Potter, where is your potion?" 

Severus sighed inwardly, walking until he was right in front of Melanie's desk. His dark eyes bore down on her, his lips curling into the trademark sneer he reserved for his most annoying of students.

"Such a shame, really." He said, obviously mocking her. "Detention. Saturday morning; looks like Slytherin will win once again." 

Melanie instantly stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and got up in Snape's face, so close their noses were practically touching. "Professor!" Melanie said loudly. "You can't do that! I'm the best that Gyrffindor has, and you know it." When Harry yelped, "Hey!" Melanie replied, without looking away from Snape, "Not the time for that, brother."

"You're obviously just doing this because you hate me, and you hate Gyrffindor." She poked his chest.

Severus raised his eyebrows, a playful smirk resting on his lips.

"As you may have noticed, I am teacher here. I do not 'hate' Gryffindor, I can settle for 'general dislike'. Now, due to your outburst, you'll spend every Quidditch match in detention."

Melanie was about to explode on him but she stopped herself. Throwing her hands up in the air, she said, "Why do I even bother anymore?!" Then sat back down.

"You'll pay for this, Snape," she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. And she meant for him to.

"I'll look forward to it." Snape replied coolly, dismissing the cla.ss. He returned to his seat behind the mahogany desk, fingers together in a 'Dumbledore' sort of way.

"You may go, Soto. I'll see you on Saturday." 

Silvie smirked darkly, an eyebrow raising tauntingly.  She played chaser on the Slytherin team... and a pretty good one at that.  She had never actually minded Snape, but then again she has never really had a conversation with him, a detention, yes. But never a simple conversation...probobly because she tended to be silent during her clas.s periods.  Silvie let a wicked smile cross her face, during the darkest hours of other's misfortunes, she honestly tried really hard not to laugh.  But she hid her facial ex
pression from Snape...so she wouldnt end up with Melanie... she slid her books into her bag gently, motioning for Malfoy to go on without her...if he was late again he would be dead, but she would most likely be fine.

"Can't wait," Melanie replied cooly, glaring at him while she stormed off.

((Omg I want timeskip. D;< And I'll make her related to Potter on this one, too. o3o. Just pretend my bio is like the other one. Because I don't wanna change it.))

((Alright.))

**Five days later**

Severus dropped another box on his desk, skimming through it's contents with something not unlike glee. Knowing how much the two Potters loved to believe the Marauders were nothing that strayed outside 'angel', he picked up on their school records. He was going to have her sort them out. By hand.

Severus sighed, retreating to his desk. "You will address me as 'sir' or 'Professor' at all times, Potter." He advised, before gesturing to his four boxes of files.

"Mr. Filch has been looking for someone to clean out these old files," Said Snape softly. "They are records of other Hogwarts wrongdoers and their punishments. Where the ink has grown faint, or the cards have suffered damage from mice, we would like you to copy out the crimes and punishments afresh and, making sure that they are in alphabetical order, replace them in the boxes. You will not use your wand." He finished, an eyebrow arched towards her, daring her to protest.

"I thought you could start," Snape said, a malicious smile on his lips, "With boxes one thousand and twelve to one thousand and fifty-six. You will find some familiar names in there, which should add interest to the task. Here, you see..."

He pulled out a card from one of the topmost boxes with a flourish and read, "James Potter and Sirius Black. Apprehended using illegal hex upon Bertram Aubrey. Aubrey's head twice the normal size. Double detention." Snape sneered. "It must be such a comforting thing, though they are gone, a record of their great achievements remains."