Two Sides
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Author: This is my own twisted Harry Potter story and has nothing to do with JK Rowling or anything she does. I have very much respect for her and do not wish to "steal" anything from her; I am just a psycho fan who can type (I am going to do something like this for everyone of my stories so if you have read any of my other stories or are planning to, get used to it). If you find a mistake, either deal with it or email me at c_c_puppy@yahoo.com. If anyone reads this they are either bored, interested, or are thinking this is the actual story and if you are one of the people thinking this is the story, you must not be very smart. Now to stop offending everyone, let us get on with the story.
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"Come on! Get to the food already!" was the only sound Hermione Granger could hear because that's what both her best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, were mumbling. They were sitting at the Gryffindor House table in the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for their fifth year. The sorting of the first years was just completed and their Headmaster Dumbledore was making his annual announcements. Hermione strained to hear what he said, but by the time she got her friends to be quiet, he was done talking and food magically appeared in front of them.
"Finally!" Ron sighed while piling his plate with every item available. Hermione's summer was long and mostly uneventful except being dragged to the Quiddich World Cup by Harry and the Weasleys. Harry had stayed at the Burrow all summer, but Hermione only got to visit for a week. The train ride to school was also uneventful, just the three greeting old friends, enemies and catching up with each other. They all grew over the summer, in their different ways. Harry and Ron were still the immature, yet sweet best friends Hermione remembered, but they grew, a lot and had slightly deeper voices which made her laugh. Hermione was also the same on the inside, but was a bit, 'bigger' than she was before because she, as her friends, had hit puberty. None of this mattered much to any of them anyway so they continued to stuff their faces.
After dinner, they headed up to their Common Room and looked over their schedules.
"Our first class has to be Potions!" Ron exclaimed. "Snape's the last person I want to see right after summer vacation."
"At least we had a couple months away from him." Harry commented.
"Did any of you see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the feast today?" Asked Dean Thomas as he walked over with Seamus Finnigan.
"Actually, come to think of it, no." Hermione said, trying to think.
"I wonder who the lucky one is now." Ron thought aloud.
"I don't know 'bout all you, but I am tired." Harry said while yawning.
"It's probably all that turkey you ate." Hermione stated, rolling her eyes.
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Riiing! The tardy bell rang as Neville ran through the potions door cursing himself.
"Late you first day back Mr. Longbottom?" Came the cold drawl of Professor Snape.
"I wo-wo-woke up l-late." Neville stuttered. He was always terrified of Professor Snape, even more so since the boggart incident in third year.
"10 points from Gryffindor might help teach to wake up on time." Said Snape as all the Gryffindors moaned. "Take out your books and turn to page 9, we will be making an antidote to Billywig stings. Mr. Longbottom, you may take your seat now."
The class took out their materials and started to work. After a minute Hermione felt someone poke her right arm. She turned to look and saw Harry motioning to a dazed Ron.
"He's been staring at Lavender since Snape yelled at Neville." He whispered to her.
"Looks like little Ronald has a crush." Hermione said to get Ron's attention.
"I-who-what?" Ron asked snapping out of his trance.
"Quiet down Ms. Granger." Snape said, not looking up from the obviously interesting papers on his desk.
"I didn't say it that loud, how could he have heard me?" She questioned Harry and Ron.
"I dunno. What are we supposed to be doing?" Ron asked, blushing slightly from being caught staring.
"We're making a Billywig-" Hermione started to say when Snape hissed, "I've already warned you once Ms. Granger to stop talking, move to the table next to Mr. Malfoy."
"Great." She huffed sarcastically under her breath while gathering her things and silently mouthing goodbye to her friends.
"Hello Granger, nice to see you again." Malfoy sneered coldly sarcastic.
Hermione ignored him and got out her materials to start on her potion.
"Aww, there's no sense in being rude just because we hate each other." He whispered trying to be annoying; he was obviously bored.
"Hi." She said quickly trying to get him to shutup.
"Was that so hard?" Malfoy asked still in his mocking drawl.
Harry looked over to see how Hermione was doing by herself and saw her talking to Malfoy; he thought it was strange but thought Malfoy was probably insulting her and made a mental note to ask her after class.
Hermione was checking the potions book to see what to add next to her potion when her quill flew off the table. She looked opposite from where it flew to see Malfoy smirking, he had obviously blown it off. She bent over to pick it up and behind her back Malfoy "accidentally" slipped some horned-beetle juice unnoticed by anyone but Crabbe and Goyle into her potion and was back to work by the time Hermione sat back up with her quill in hand. She eyed Malfoy suspiciously before dumping a half a bottle of minced willow roots into her cauldron.
Potions finished and 5 minute to go in the class, Snape addressed the class. "Since this is your first class back from summer vacation, I will welcome you back to school by letting each one of you drink you potions. Though we won't be able to test if the antidote works, if done correctly the potion will have no effect on you whatsoever."
"Oh no!" Neville panicked and started checking the look of potions around him to see if they looked similar. All cauldrons held a thick, deep orange liquid except his which contained a bright yellow, runny one. One by one students drank their potions and felt fine until it was Neville's turn, he unwillingly gulped a cup of it and immediately turned a deep purple color. After that he started uncontrollably spinning on his left foot while kicking with his right. Snape yelled something while pointing his wand at Neville and he froze in mid air.
"Take him to the hospital wing Finnigan and tell Madam Pomfrey he drank a telligious potion." Snape ordered.
When it came to Hermione's turn, Malfoy had a tiny smile on his face, almost as if he were anxious to see it's effect, this made her uneasy but she drank anyway. It tasted a bit sour, but nothing happened. She turned to see his expression and he looked a little put off. Had he expected her to mess up the potion? She pondered. Just then the bell rang sounding the end of class and everyone flocked out the door.
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Author: OoOoOo… What was that all about? You'll have to wait and see! Great, now I sound like one of those annoying things on tv when it says 'To Be Continued…' But this fic really is 'To Be Continued…' Do you think me strange? Don't yet, we haven't got to the good part yet!