Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own the rights to the following characters.
A/N: This is the first thing I've written about both 'Mione or Ron, so I am quite sketchy on this. But enjoy!
Confessions of a Christmas-y Sort
Chapter 1: Potions Class
There was an enormous, echoing CRASSH! as Harry Potter's cauldron tipped over. A purple-y blue goop proceeded to flood the entire dungeons classroom, seeping over flagstones and into shoes, socks, even the tiny mouse hole in the wall. Moments after the liquid settled, it began to harden into a substance more concrete than, well, concrete.
Screams erupted around the room as the girls struggled and fell, trying to break free, guttural curses and vulgar language being carelessly spat by the boys trying to break the now-indestructible potion.
"SILENCE!" Immediately all motion and noise ceased to exist. Once the voice was satisfied it had extinguished all signs of life in the room, it pierced them all with an icy glare. "Everyone shut up, and stop moving. If you had been paying attention prior, you would have noticed that the more you move, the harder the elixir becomes."
Looks of recognition dawned on several faces as the students stopped struggling. Only one student – Neville Longbottom, to be exact – kept thrashing about.
"Longbottom! Have you become so incompetent you cannot perceive simple instructions anymore?" Severus Snape hissed, his eyes narrowing in disgust.
As the boy whimpered and cowered, Snape began twirling his wand and muttering incantations under his breath. Slowly, the spilt mixture was siphoned up and the students regained use of their feet. Most just rubbed their ankles before getting back to work on their own potions, only a little more cautiously than before.
When the job was done, Snape whirled around and bore down on Harry.
"How exactly did you manage to tip a heavy pewter cauldron full of potion, Potter?" he hissed, the empty black eyes lit with a spark of rage.
Harry raised his hands in front of him, as if to ward off the enraged Professor. "I didn't, sir! It wasn't me!"
"Uh, he's right, Professor..." a furiously reddening Ron Weasley said, as Snape turned to glower at him instead.
"It was us... I tripped over Ron and we both landed on the cauldron. The vials I was carrying were wrecked too", Hermione put in, sounding incredibly humble.
"Very well. Detention for all three of you, and twenty points from Gryffindor for your incompetence." As Snape spun around to go back to his desk, Harry spoke up angrily.
"All three of us? Why me? I didn't do anything!"
Snape loomed over him, scarier than ever. "And who's cauldron was it?" he sneered.
"Mine. But that's hardly fair! And I already have another detention tonight."
"Do you expect me to take pity on you for your obviously well-deserved detention? You will serve your detention tomorrow night, Potter. Weasley, Granger, yours is still tonight."
With that, he swept away, leaving Ron and Hermione shaking their heads, and Harry seething.