This is how it went each day: Snape's eyes would pass over her, a sneer on his face and a challenge in his expression. And she would do nothing to prove herself to him, because she wasn't a know-it-all. Not anymore.

It's possible your heart shattered, in that instant. It's possible he broke your spirit over his black-clad knee, sneering all the while. Maybe.

Logic dictated she keep her mouth shut. Her traitorous heart wanted otherwise.

They work both ways, you know. You're not the only one who has them.

Hermione has hereby decided to Stop Looking At Snape Heatedly.

She realized, in retrospect, that coming up with pet names for one's teacher was not the best way to spend an evening. Especially when those pet names had a tendency to slip out unintentionally.

She was in unrequited love. As it was, she loved him, and he did not return the sentiment. But curiously enough, she couldn’t help feeling perfectly fine with that.