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Chapter Two

Affections in Potions?

Hermione's POV

During breakfast, I learned Lily and I shared all of our classes. Gryffindor's and Slytherin's can share classes. Our schedule went like this:

· Breakfast in the Great Hall

· Charms

· Defense Against the Dark Arts

· Break

· Herbology

· Lunch in the Great Hall

· Break

· Potions

· Break

· Dinner in the Great Hall

She told me how she made a few friends, like Tracey Davis. She said Tracey was very kind to her and is helping her any way possible. I told her that was great, and I made sure she was adjusting. After we were through eating, we got an early start and got to our Charms class early.

"The teacher for this class is Professor Flitwick. He is a very fun teacher; he teaches those of us who want to learn, otherwise, he just lets us do what we want. When he does teach, he uses rhymes. I will warn you, you rants on and on when there's new students; thus, be prepared to be embarrassed." I laughed, trying to explain the class and teacher.

Lily let out a small giggle. "It's a good thing I'm not too easily embarrassed then."

We anxiously waited for class to start. We got here early enough, so we made sure that Lily can sit by me. We sat quietly in there for about twenty minutes before class started. Everyone came in, and Harry and Ron came to sit in front of Lily and I.

The class was pretty fast; all we did was play random games since it was Wednesday. Professor Flitwick was very interested in Draco and Lily, so he talked to them the entire time, answering questions if necessary.

Our next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts; the teacher was non other than Professor Snape. I swear he has something against me! Every time he asks a question and I know the answer, he looks right over me and explains it himself or says I'm wrong! How does he know? He used to teach potions, but Professor Slughorn takes over that now.

"What's this class teach?" Lily asked, looking over her schedule again.

"It basically teaches up spells, jinxes, and curses for defense in case we fight." I summed up, trying to word it right so it doesn't scare her off.

Snape walked in behind us once we took a seat, and stopped for a brief moment behind us. "Miss Granger, is this our new student?"

"Yes Professor; this is Lily Evans." I said, gesturing towards her.

"Indeed it is." He said, looking down upon Lily. "I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Snape." Professor Snape and Lily exchanged a glace, and walked up to his desk without another word. That was the nicest he's been to me in a while.

Once everyone was inside the class, the door was shut and he walked to the front to give us a speech. He flicked his wand on the desk to achieve everyone's attention. "Now, I do hope everyone has their supplies for class. I see we have two new students. Names please."

"Lily Evans." Lily said softly when he looked at her.

"Indeed." He gave a smirk, turning to Draco. "Name."

"Draco Malfoy." He retorted. "Why do I have to say my name, you know me."

"Indeed Mr. Malfoy, but frankly not everyone here does." Snape glared at him for a moment after he replied in a monotone voice. "Now today's lesson, if you turn to page 44, you will see some nonverbal spells. Find a partner and try them. Remember: they are NONVERBAL spells."

Everyone opened their books, and Snape gave books to Draco and Lily. I asked Lily if she wanted to be my partner, and she accepted; we tried about two spells, which we had some trouble with, when Snape told me to take a note to Professor Sprout about some ingredients for a potion.

Lily's POV

Hermione was sent to run errands since she was a prefect, so I sat there for a moment. Professor Snape told me to just study them instead of practice until Hermione returned. He watched me intently for a few minutes, and I don't think he liked me very well; I was quite sad that he probably didn't because I had rendered to be very fond of him.

"Evans," A voice of a girl, Pansy, cut into my train of thought. "I'll tell you now, I don't like you, but I need a partner." She flipped her hair and pulled out her wand. "So, don't just sit there wench, get out your wand and try me."

I tried to do one of the spells, nonviolent like lifting people up, but had some trouble. I read over and over and followed the instructions, but they proved to be difficult.

"What's taking so long?" Pansy complained, as she was grooming her nails as she stood there. "Let me try!"

"O-okay." I stammered, a little confused at her impatience.

She stood there for a moment, trying to focus. "Incendio," She hissed loud enough to work.

All of a sudden, I felt a burning sensation. I looked down, and saw that I was on fire! A few other people in the class screamed, but Pansy and some of her disciples started laughing really hard. Strangely, it was like no one knew that she did it on purpose.

Professor Snape, not realizing the situation, shouted at everyone. "I said these were nonverbal spe-," He cut off, seeing how I was on fire.

"Don't worry, I'll cool you off." Pansy laughed harder, and said a spell between her breaths. "Aguamenti!"

One minute I was on fire, the next I was drenched in cold water. "SILENCE!" Snape quickly walked over there, his hand immediately seizing Pansy's wand and grabbing her arm. "Away for Miss Evans now! Go to your seat while I think of a long punishment! And your wand is going to be confiscated from you with no use of anyone else's wand or else all of you will be expelled immediately! You're lucky I'm not expelling you!" He yelled, causing Pansy to shiver a little, then sit back down with her friends and put back on her act.

"Everyone resume your spells! Pansy, go sit by yourself and cause no disruptions whatsoever!" He glared at her for a moment, and then he returned his attention to me. "Does it hurt?" He said, trying to pull up my sleeves to see the result.

"A little bit, but nothing too bad." I answered calmly, twitching when the fabric would be collided with my skin as he pulled up the sleeve. I felt warm blood race down my arm each time he rolled up the sleeve. Every few seconds, he would ask if it hurt. He instructed me to tell him to stop if it hurt too bad.

"Episkey," He healed my wounds up as much as he could, and cleaned the blood that was all over my arms, since they caught on fire first. "Is that better?"

"Much, thank you Professor." I smiled at him, and he returned it to my surprise.

"Miss Evans, please do go check in with Madam Pomfrey in your free time today. We don't need you to go into any shock." He instructed again.

"Yes sir." Nodding at the thought, reaching over to study the spells in the book. I looked around the room to see if Hermione had returned yet, but I didn't see her. I seen Draco, who gestured to my arm, and I nodded in reassurance. Hermione wasn't back for the rest of the class, so I waited there since it was our break period; she returned, giving the Professor the ingredients and a return not from Professor Sprout.

"Hey," I greeted. "Did you have fun?"

"Hey. Yeah, I got to help organize the supplies." She laughed.

"That sounded like fun," I agreed.

"Did I miss anything? Any homework today?" She questioned, gathering all her books together and walking out of the room.

"No, we just practiced the spells." I decided not to tell her about the incident. "And just to study and practice the nonverbal spells on page 44."

Hermione's POV

"That's not too much," I said. "I'm going to go to the library; did you want to go?"

"No thank you. I have some things to do before Herbology." She replied with a small frown.

"Oh, okay. I'll meet you later to go to class, yes?"

"Sounds good. See you later." She walked off towards the Slytherin common room.

I waved, and headed off towards the library. I looked over some books for a few classes, and then left for the Gryffindor Tower. Walking up the many staircases, I wondered where Harry, Ron, and Ginny were. I wasn't in class; therefore, I don't know where they went.

"Accismus." I spoke the password to the Gryffindor picture, and the porthole opened. I walked inside. I expected to see many people, but I didn't see much. I spotted everyone across the room by the cackling fire. Ginny and Harry were sitting together on the couch as Ron was sitting alone in the armchair.

"Hey." I greeted, sitting in the comfy chair by the tables. "What's everyone doing?"

"Hiding in here until this period is over," Ginny and Ron agreed to Harry's odd answer.

"Hiding, from who?" I questioned, taking a quick observation of the room.

"Romilda and Lavender." Ron answered. "They're trying to slip us love potions again."

"You would think they would give up already. Harry has a girlfriend, and Ron is…" Ginny stopped to think of a word.

"Lonely?" Harry suggested.

"Annoyed?" I added.

"Disproving?" Harry was snuggling closer to Ginny in hopes of confusing her even more.

"Disgusted?" I gave a small grin.

"Shy?" Harry said, and all of us busted into laughter.

"I got one! Uninterested." Ginny finally announced with a look of victory.

"Hey, where's your friend, Lily?" Ron asked suddenly.

"She's not on our team, and she had things to do." I replied, gazing into the fire.

"What do you all think of that Malfoy?" Ron started up his questionnaire.

"I think he is rude, cold-hearted, and an imbecile." Ginny proclaimed. "He hexed a few first years for stepping in his way and called me a poor Weasley."

"I agree with Ginny. He isn't the kindest of people." Harry snapped into focus. "He called you what!" Gritting his teeth, his eyes adverted to the fire. I swear if I ever see him again, I will make him wish he never came here."

"It's okay Harry, he isn't worth our breath." Ginny replied, giving Harry a quick peck on the cheek.

They all continued the conversation about the cruel things he had done and what they thought of him. I zoned out, absorbed in my thought. He didn't seem like that when I met him, what could have changed? And why would he come to this school now? What is his story? Thoughts and assumptions raced through my mind from my curiosity.

"Honestly, he sounds like he's misunderstood." I said quietly, interrupting whatever they were saying.

"WHAT?" Ron sputtered.

"You've got to be joking, right?" Harry concluded.

"Are you feeling all right Hermione?" Ginny untangled herself from Harry and felt my forehead.

"Is she okay?" Ron asked Ginny.

"She's probably under a spell. I mean, we're doing nonverbal spells." Harry said.

Ron gave her a funny look. "You're saying?"

Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't hold me up on that! I wasn't myself those few days. I was in a trance! His father started it in the first place! He put Riddle's diary in my cauldron to get back at father."

"Wait, that Lucius is his father?" I stared at Ginny for a long while.

"Why yes. Did you not hear? That's been floating around before the Chamber of Secrets was opened by Ginny, no offense." Harry looked apologetically at Ginny. "There was a large discussion whether or not Lucius had a son and who it is."

"Colin Creevey told us about that yesterday, do you not remember?" Ron questioned.

"I didn't think it about it being that one." I said honestly.

"That's the only big named Lucius in the wizard world." Harry added.

"I'm going to Herbology to get an early start. See you later," I said goodbye, lost in thought about the news about Draco. I had not known that the cruel man was his father. Maybe that's why he's so mean here.

Me: OMG! Those girls are so mean!

Hermoine: Why? What happened? *completely clueless*

Lily: Nothing! *gives glare*

Me: Nothing!

Ron: Oh emm gee, i actually got to talk!

Me: Surprisely yes. The author must have been in a good mood :p

Harry: Aren't you the author?

Me: Shhhhh, who told you?

Harry and Ginny: *reads Snape's diary*

Snape: WHO GAVE YOU THAT BOOK!

Lily: Uh ohh... George and Fred are busted..

Fred and George: *Runs off*

Me: RUN BOYS RUN! So, how'd you all like it? Good? Bad? Please R&R ^_^x