Potions Gone Wrong
The class was silent as Hermione slammed her bag down on the table with a huff. She hated this class, it's students, and it's sneering professor.
"You okay, Hermione?" Asked her green eyed, messy haired partner in crime. She sighed.
"Just peachy." The black coat clad Snape then flapped in, looking like a very large bat.
"Quiet down!" He demanded, which struck the class as odd because Snape had the power to quiet a class without even being in the room. But, they remained quiet and sat with rapt attention.
"Today," He began. "We will be brewing The Drought of Love. Makes the drinker fall in love with the first living object it lays eyes on. If drunk when incomplete, it's consequences are...unpleasant. Directions are on the board. You may begin." With a flick of his wand, spidery hand writing covered the board. Hermione began, laying all the necessary ingredients on the desk. She noticed Harry and Ron trying to follow her progress. Even thought it added to her irritation, she tried to ignore them.
Two blades of knot grass, eight ounces of crushed beetle, she added thing after thing and soon, the potion was the required pink color that reminded her of strawberries and it gave off the smell of roses.
Three stirs to the left, four to the right, she was almost done. She covered her cauldron with a lid and let it simmer for five minutes. The classroom had a heavy stench to it, the many rose-smell eliminating potions. She wondered why Snape had them brew such a, well, girly potion.
A loud ding brought her back from her thoughts, and when she lifted the lid, a horrible smell covered up the roses of the room. It smelled like burnt rubber. Looking in the cauldron, the potion was bubbling uncontrollably and it was a sickly looking green. She gasped and slammed the lid back on. I left the timer on for too long!, she thought. Snape appeared suddenly in front of her, sneering down his abnormal nose at her.
"Granger, fill a vial with your potion and give it to me." He instructed, shoving the little glass container into her hands. He turned and strode back to his desk. Hermione grimaced as she laddled the green liquid into the vial, and labeled it Hermione Granger. She quickly scuttled to Snape's desk andplaced it on his desk. On the verge of tears (She had never messed up a potion!) She fled the room towards the Great Hall.
Draco Malfoy watched her with a smirk on his face. His timer dinged and her peering into the cauldron. His potion was purple with a silvery sheen. Draco laddled his potion, even though it wasn't quite right, and carried it to the professors desk. While Snape was preoccupied, he swiped Hermione's spoiled potion from the table. With it in his pocket, he left the room.
In the Great Hall, Draco noticed Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Her bushy head was on her arms, and Draco took this opportunity. The Hall was completely empty besides Hermione and himself. A waiting goblet stood in front of her head, and quietly, he poured Hermione's green potion into the cup. The pumpkin juice fizzed, and flashed a yellow color, before returning to it's normal amber. Draco smirked, and slunk over to the Slytherin table.
Slowly, more students started trickling in. Draco noticed some of them were covered in soot, and then realized they were members of his potions class. Teachers followed the students, and eventually, the Hall was filled with roaring voices and laughter. Draco paid special attention to Hermione.
Potter and Weasel joined her at the table, and tried to comfort her. Harry rubbed her back in comforting circles. Hermione would glance at Ron who kept showing her pieces of paper, which looked as if they had drawings of a badly drawn Snape with horrible things happening to him. Draco's favorite was Snape being chased by a herd of House Elves armed with kitchen utensils, and another with Snape running around in a bright pink cloak and robe.
Finally, after the food had appeared at the top of the tables, Hermione fully raised her head. Ron patted her on the back and flung an enormous spoon of mashed potatoes on her plate. She sampled a few bites, and then reached for the goblet of pumpkin juice. She took a sip.
Hermione's brown eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Her hand slipped and the goblet fell to the floor, amber liquid spreading rapidly. Finally, Draco thought, watching her. Hermione's pink lips were snapping open and close again, much like a fish. She seemed to be struggling for breath. And then she fell back, tumbled backwards off her bench. It had grown so quiet since Hermione's situation had started, that you could hear her head hit the ground, and every fastening on her winter coat clink on the ground. Her brown waves spread behind her. Her eyes were closed, and Draco saw Harry and Ron, along with a few extra Gryffindors jump up after her.
Oh no, He thought, standing up to get a better view. This is not good.
Thanks for clicking this story. Along with many of my others, I'm not sure where this is going, but, I'm going to give it my best. I'm also sorry this chapter is short. I also would like to ask if you could take a look at my other stories. I don't mean necessarily read them, but look at the summaries and maybe they will call you on their own. I have one about Fred and George, one about Draco and Hermione (besides this), and one about Ron and Hermione. All of those are not finished. I have one that is finished, about Fred and George. I also have some Bones stories, for anyone who likes Bones. But, I wrote them when I first started, and their not as great. Finally, I will be cliché and ask you to review!
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