*Ok a few things: one I have taken a break form the Unexpected Gryffindor, much to the happiness of most of you….but don't get too excited I will still continue with the series. So you can bite me if you have a problem! Ok enough of my bitchin, sorry bout that having a depressing day. I am a DIE-HARD Draco/Hermione fan, even though this is r/h. fic. Ok just had to get that out there, um read and review as always. It's a Narration so it's switches from Ron to Hermione's pov*
Hermione started down at the Potions book in front of her. It was hard to concentrate with the noise of the Great Hall ringing in her ears. She had one of the biggest Potions exams the term next period. She had been up all night trying to study but Lavender and Parvati had an all night gossip-fest forcing Hermione to seek cover in the Common Room, where she feel asleep. Massaging her sore neck she blinked and tried to focus on the page.
Faigon Potion
A highly versatile potion originating in the Mountains of Tibet. It's many uses include; Healing small cuts and bruises on humans, curing small animals of disease, protecting fragile plants from the frost, as well as some more advanced healing utilization used only by the elder wizards and witches of the secluded Tibetan colony of Kienamenn.
"Small cuts and bruises, disease, plant-protection, Kienamenn." Hermione repeated trying very hard to remember it all.
When made correctly the potion leaves no noticeable side effects. However, if it is not made properly side effects can be severe. Side effects in humans include but are not limited to; violent nausea, an acrimonious rash in the buttox region, and most horrid of all
"Hey Hermione!" Harry said as he sat down next to her breaking her concentration.
"What are you so uptight about?" Ron asked seeing the scowl on her face, "Oh yeah the Potions test, well I don't think it'll be that ba-," Ron tripped on his long robes as he tried to sit down. His porridge slipped out of his hand spilling all over Hermione's Potions book.
"ARGHHH RON!" She screeched as she tried to wipe off the food from her soggy pages. "I can't believe you! This is a very important test, and now I can't finish studying about Faigon Potion."
"Sorry," Ron mumbled as he tried to help Hermione with her book. "Here let me."
He leaned over the table to reach the book knocking over Hermione's glass of orange juice in the process. Hermione and Ron look in horror as the orange liquid swiftly ran down the table and seeped into the already ruined Potion's book.
"Opps." Ron forced a feeble smile.
"OPPS?! Ron now it's even worse than before." Hermione growled.
Harry began to laugh in spite of himself.
"Oh you think this is funny do you?" She shot at Harry, who immediately tried to suppress his laughter.
"Come on Hermione, you're not going to have to write an essay about it, all your going to have to do is make the thing, and you already know how to do that." Ron said weakly.
Hermione was absolutely livid. She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it. She grabbed her books and stormed out of the great hall, with her nose in the air. Harry who was about to explode began to chortle uncontrollable.
"What was that all about?" Asked a very shook-up Ron
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Hermione threw her books down on the library table. Her face was red with rage, Ron and Harry could make her so mad sometimes. They couldn't understand what Hogwarts meant to her. They couldn't understand how horrible her old school had been, They couldn't understand how the only thing that she had going for her was her brains. They couldn't understand what it was like to be the ugly duckling, the third wheel that no one wanted and only talked to out of a sense of obligation. Hot tears began to permeate her deep brown eyes. Hermione took a deep breath and sat down. She had promised herself that this year, no one would make her cry, she wouldn't give anyone that power.
She opened her soggy Potions book cringing, the book was useless, it would have to be fixed with an ordenadote charm, but that would take her at least a half-hour to learn, and Potions started in fifteen minuets. Hermione tried to decode the blotched words, cursing Ron in her mind. Why was he so arrogant, he acted like nothing mattered! He strutted around with his red hair and freckles.
"Stop it." Hermione reprimanded herself out loud.
She sighed and stared at the book in front of her. But her mind wouldn't concentrate. She told herself that it was because she couldn't read the words but it was more than that, every time she tried to focus he would come back into her brain. Smiling stupidly, with that red flaming hair and those freckles. He was soo irritating. Hermione held her head in her hands, she was never going to be able to finish studying in time and then she would fail the test and then she would get kicked out of Hogwarts and then she would have to return to muggle school and since she hadn't been there for five years she wouldn't be able to keep up and then she would have to work at the local fast food restaurant and then she would marry some fat alcoholic and have kid after kid and she would be too poor to afford tooth-paste so they would all be toothless and her parents would disown her for this atrocious lack in dental hygiene! She began to hyperventilate as she saw her future life pass in front of her eyes. Clam down! She told herself forcefully. By the time she had gotten a grip the clock in the library rang out.
"Oh no!" She moaned realizing that it was time for potions.
She quickly packed up her bag. Throwing her quills and ink in carelessly, lastly she picked up her waterlogged Potions book and crumpled her nose. Hermione crammed that into her bag along with her other supplies thinking, I hate Ron!
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Ron and Harry sat in the back of Snape's Potions Class waiting anxiously for it to begin. Ron looked over to where Neville was sitting, or rather shaking in his chair, he noticed that the seat next to him was empty.
"Harry, where's Hermione?" he asked.
"Huh?" Harry who had been trying to memorize three chapters looked towards Hermione's usual seat. "I dunno. Maybe she's trying to fix her book you ruined."
"I didn't ruin it!" Ron said rather loudly, every one in the class looked at him, "It really wasn't that bad."
"She sure got mad though." Harry said quietly, trying in vain to make Ron do the same.
"I don't see why?!" Ron replied even louder then before, "I mean I said I was sorry what else could I do? She didn't have to get all in my face like that."
"Shhhh Ron, God it's really not a big deal." Harry said trying to mask his laughter, "I mean she always was a bit snappish." He added sympathetically. However the reaction he got was quite unexpected.
"She is not-" Ron, who suddenly realized that everyone in the class, including Snape was staring at him, lowered his voice, "snappish!"
Before Harry could answer Hermione burst through the door. Her hair was all tussled, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily.
"You are late Miss Granger." Snape hissed. "Five points from Gryffindor."
"Next time run faster mudblood." Draco Malfoy whispered as she passed by his table.
Hermione plunged into her chair and clumsily looked for her quills and ink. Ron shot her an apologetic look, which she returned with a cold glare. Shot down Ron stared grumply at his feet as Hermione still scoured her bag searching for a quill. Snape walked over to his desk and snatched up a pile of parchments. He strode over to the front of the class and cleared his throat.
"I will begin to pass out the test now, you may not start until I tell you too, and as always their will be no talking, Weasley you would do well to remember that. Lastly I- Miss Granger! Stop that vexatious noise this instant. You have already caused Gryffindor to lose five points I am sure that you fellow housemates would not be please it you cost another 20!" Snape growled as Hermione blushed a deep crimson and dropped her bag to the floor.
Snape walked down each row distributing parchment to each student. He sneered at Harry and Ron as he threw the papers on their table. Ron's feel to the floor and he silently cursed Snape as he picked it up. Finally Snape had finished giving out the test and returned to the front of the room.
"Can I borrow a quill?" Hermione whispered to the now very pale, dead-looking Neville.
"Miss Granger! Did you hear me say no talking? Ten points from Gryffindor. You may begin the test." Snape said with a malicious smile.
*Yeah, Yeah I know there is no real romance here yet, if I feel inspired I will continue….by the way, reviews inspire me, any kind of reviews, good, bad, ugly, irrelevant. So please review…how can I entice you to review this little piece of work??? Um how about this, if you review I will love you forever and give you all the props I can in my next story….huh?huh? how about that?!!! Ok then I am done ranting and raving so just fill out that pretty box that you see J !