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Chapter 2
Seven o'clock came way to fast for my liking. Okay, maybe I was wrong when I said I didn't mind detention…
I mean, after all, this was me we were talking about.
Me.
Hermione Granger.
In DETENTION.
That bit of information only sank in when I got up to leave.
Sighing, I pushed the back of the Fat Lady's portrait. Snape - no, Professor Snape - didn't specify what job I had been assigned to do.
This generally meant that I would need to be prepared for anything, from scrubbing cauldrons to pickling horned toads.
I shuddered slightly. I wasn't really a squeamish girl, but even the toughest person would be uncomfortable doing any of the above things.
And after what I did to Malfoy's nose…Despite myself, I couldn't help but crack a grin. At least Snape couldn't rid me of that satisfying memory.
I walked down the hallway, checking my bag for my dragon hide gloves – I wanted to be prepared for the worst.
I mentally went through everything that he could possibly make me do during my trip down the seven flights of stairs.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the heavy wooden door, the only barrier between me and the horrors that lurked in that room.
"Enter," came the curt voice from within.
Steeling myself, I pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
"Miss Granger," Snape remarked with an emotionless voice.
One thing I'd always hated about this man: You could never tell what he is thinking unless he was really pissed. And then you know he's really pissed…so not much help there.
"So eager to come to detention? You are two minutes early," he stated, looking at me with his dark eyes.
I nodded, albeit stiffly. It was very hard to relax around this man. Honestly. I dare you to try it.
"Very well," Snape sneered, "since you are such a keen student, we'll start off with something harder, shall we?"
He gestured behind him to the Potions storeroom. The door was open, giving me an excellent view of the numerous barrels sitting on the floor.
"Boomslangs," he told me with a smirk. "You will be stripping these today. Make sure to put each finished one into the large cauldron in the middle. I'll be counting afterwards to make sure you, ah, haven't missed any."
I suppressed the urge to scowl and headed towards the door. I dumped my bag beside one of the shelves, plucking out my gloves from the inner pocket. I pulled them on and turned around, steeling myself for the challenge to come.
It's going to be a long night…
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"You're dismissed, Miss Granger."
I winced as I stepped out of the dungeon, rubbing the cramped muscles at the back of my neck.
I closed the door without a word, and headed back to the common room.
When I was sure that I was completely out of Snape's hearing range, I muttered a few curses, trying to move my head a little to ease the ache.
Bending over a bloody cauldron slicing and dicing creatures for three hours was bound to make anyone's neck a bit sore.
"Hey Granger!"
I turned around, just in time to see Malfoy whip out his wand.
Uh oh, my brain stated just as a flash of light hit me square in the chest.
Just before I blacked out, I could hear Malfoy's distinctive voice saying in a pleased tone, "Pay back time, mudblood."
A/N: I know....Malfoy is a bad boy...But Don't worry, Hermione will get back at him for that.