Your Reason

A/N: This is my first fanfiction EVER, so please bare with me. I'm currently using Wordpad which can almost ensure that there might be a few minor spelling errors. I'm doing my best to spell everything properly.

This first chapter is short, mainly because I'm not fantastic at opening up a story. I promise once we get a little deeper, everything will be described much clearer and...you know..you catch my drift, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's FANTASTIC characters.

1.

"Ginny, it's almost two. I have to leave for potions, but we'll continue this discussion later, okay?" Hermione said to her ginger haired friend.

Ginny sniffled and nodded. Hermione put her arm around Ginny tightly.

"It'll be okay, I promise. Most guys have the intelligence of a house elf with certain things. He's not being reasonable, and I'm sure he'll come to his senses.

A small smile grazed across Ginny's face.

"I'm sure you're right, Hermione. It just hurts. Why does Dean always have to pick fights when I'm least expecting it?"

"Well, that's because he has the intelligence of a house elf with his timing of accusations. Please, cheer up and put a smile on that lovely face. He'll be back. We'll continue our talk tonight." Hermione responded, grabbed her books, and trotted down into the dungeons.

Ron and Harry were already sitting by the time she got there. They both smiled at her, but went back to bickering about the current Quidditch team. Sighing, she pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, organized her books, and waited until...

SLAM

The door bounced back and almost closed itself with how hard Snape pushed the door. It was infamous of him, however, to slam the door open as a way to shut everyone up and bring attention to himself. He walked to the front of the room, glared at the Gryffindors and Slytherins who were all staring back at him, and shortly said,

"Turn to page 312. Instructions are on the board. Begin."

Groans and mutters were spread across the dungeon as the Potions Master sat down at his desk, briskly marking papers.

"You know, maybe everyone would like him a little more if he said more then ten words each class," Harry murmured.

"Silence."

"I have absolutely no idea how to cut -"

"Would you PLEASE shut up, Ron? I'm trying to concentrate!" Hermione remarked, clearly irritated at her best friends' bickering.

"Detention, Miss Granger."

Hermione picked up her head and glared at Snape, who had not removed his eyes from the paper he was reading.

'Unbelievable! I haven't had a detention in over two years and this bloody git gives me one for shutting Harry and Ron up?' Hermione thought to herself.

The Slytherins on the other side of the dungeon began snickering as Hermione's cheeks flushed a shade of pink.

Hermione began cutting up the flubberworms evenly and separated the moonflies which were ready to be added. Looking to her left, Harry and Ron were both staring at her with a confused look.

"Is something the matter?" She asked quietly.

"Why are you using moonflies? It doesn't say to use them..."

"If you read the assigned pages once in a while, you would know that moonflies are essential to creating -"

BOOM

Everyone turned around to see poor Neville Longbottom's face burnt to a crisp and an unsuccessful potion spread all over the floor.

"I always look forward to that," Draco said to Goyle.

Neville couldn't help but tremble and bite his lip as Professor Snape made his way torwards his table.

"I'm sorry, sir, I -"

"Shut up, Mr. Longbottom. You have a great tendency of ruining potions, this is nothing new to me."

"But sir, I followed all of the -"

"Five points from Gryffindor. Kindly grace Madam Pomfrey with your presence as you do every week. As for the rest of you, clean up your area and quietly dismiss yourselves. Miss Granger, seven tonight. My office."