It was just an ordinary Friday afternoon when Hermione Granger, and by no fault of her own, was poisoned on purpose.
The day had started off fine; with Harry and Ron complaining about the fact that they had Potions that afternoon, as usual.
"Oh honestly, you two. If you'd just put some effort into your work, you might actually find that Potions is an enjoyable class." Hermione said, a little stiffly.
"Huh, you're one to talk; Hermione. Snape doesn't even like you." Ron said, in an almost sneering way.
"Well, maybe not, but at least I try, unlike some people." She countered, and stood up, brushing a little soil from the front of her robes.
The end of lunch bell rang, making a few third year Gryffindors groan: They didn't like Snape, and as a result, they didn't like Potions, either.
As usual, Neville Longbottom was shaking like a leaf, but Hermione kindly told him that she would help him.
Five minutes later, the Gryffindors and Slytherins were all waiting for their teacher in silence, when Professor Snape strided in, glared at the Gryffindors, and somewhat smirked at the Slytherins.
"Right, today you will be making a potion for curing spider bites. If any of you dunderheads mix any of the ingredients the wrong way, you will find yourself wishing that you did not. The effects of such a foolish act are so nasty and painful that I won't have to punish you myself." He said, and, with a wave of his wand, the ingredients and instructions appeared on the blackboard.
Everyone was silent for a moment, all wondering what the potion would do to them if they made it incorrectly. Professor Snape scowled at them all, and barked, "Well, get on with it!"
They "got on with it," and started their potions, one student thinking that she'd like to find out what would happen if someone made the potion wrong. She therefore lobed a handful of white rice into the cauldron in front of her, which happened to be Hermione's.
She was most annoyed when, by the end of class, nothing had happened to Hermione or Neville.
I reckon Professor Snape was just joking about regretting it. She thought, angrily. Hermione, a little way in front of her, was walking along with Harry and Ron, and began to feel a little warm.
"I hope there's going to be ice-cream for dessert, I'm roasting like a pig on a spit." Hermione said, causing the boys to look at her strangely.
"Well, that's a little strange, seeing as we're in the coldest part of the castle." Harry said, and Hermione nodded.
"All the same-" She began, but then cut herself off with a scream of pain.
"Ouch! My stomach's on fire!" She cried, and pressed a hand to her lower abdomen.
Pansy Parkinson, the person who had thrown the rice, looked up, interested, and then quietly laughed to herself.
Oh, that's just awesome. The poisons in the ingredients have given Hermione Granger appendicitis.
Which is precisely what Madame Pomfrey told Hermione when she was carried into the Hospital Wing, for she wasn't able to walk.
"Not to worry, Miss Granger. I can fire-call a Healer from St. Mungo's Hospital, who can along tonight, and perform an Appendectomy."
Hermione was relieved, and confused. "I don't know what could have happened, I mean, I don't normally muck Potions up."
Just then, Professor Snape walked in, seething. "I know you don't, and the culprit has been caught. It was Pansy Parkinson."
The next day, thanks to the creations of Medicine, Hermione was back to normal again.