HPOV:

Hermione couldn't sleep that night and wasn't able to focus on her reading. She was worried about her classes the next day and she missed her parents. What if the other kids didn't like her? What if they made fun of her like at her last school?

She decided that she couldn't worry about it anymore and went to bed. Her dreams were full with a dark figure without a face. He looked so familiar but she couldn't think of where she knew him from.

When she awoke that morning she dressed and headed to the main hall alone. She say close to the head table away from everyone else. She felt like she was being watched but when she looked around she couldn't see anyone looking at her. When it was almost time for classes to begin she drank the last of her pumpkin juice and headed to transfiguration.

About half way through transfiguration Harry and RonRon came running in. Professor McGonagall reprimanded them but Hermione thought that they deserved worse than that. After transfiguration she had potions so she headed down to the dungeons. When she got there she sat in the front right next to the teachers desk. If she was close to the professor she would be able to see everything he did and absorb as much information as she could. Harry and Ron ended up sitting right next to her.

All of a sudden there was a loud bang of a door being thrown open and Hermione looked up to see the same man she had see the night before. The same man that had helped her when she was lost in the castle.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potions making. However for those select few…" he paused for added effect "Who possess the predisposition… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

Hermione was listening very intently to every word he said. Hi voice was so silky but held a tone of authority and she couldn't help but listen.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!"

Hermione saw harry scribbling and knew that was the reason Snape had gotten upset so she elbowed him to get his attention. When Harry looked up Professor Snape continued.

"Mister Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione hand shot straight up. She knew the answer because it had been in the first chapter of the book she had gotten the night before.

"I don't know Sir." said Harry

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Again Hermione's hand shot up. She hoped that the professor would call on her she would love to be head of the class again like at her last school.

"I don't know Sir." said Harry for the second time.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" asked Professor Snape

Hermione kept her hand up still wanting to be called.

"I don't know Sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" said Snape antagonizing the young boy

"Clearly Hermione knows, seems a pity not to ask her." Harry snapped clearly annoyed

Harry looked at Hermione who still had her hand up, and she looked at Professor Snape. Snape walked down toward where Harry was.

"Put your hand down you silly girl." said Snape as he passed Hermione

"For your information Potter, Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Death, a Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite. Well, why aren't you all copying this down?" said Snape glarring at Harry one last time before going back to his desk and beginning to write something on a price of parchment

"And Gryffindor's note that five points will be taken from you house for your classmates cheek." said Snape looking directly at Harry

All the Gryffindors face and exasperated sigh and kept writing what their professor had said. Hermione couldn't focus on her work cause she kept staring at her Professor. He looked up and caught her staring. Neither of them looked away and she could wave sworn she saw a slight smile cross his features, but as quickly as it had come it was gone.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully except for the flying lessons with Madam Hooch where McGonagal made Harry the Gryffindor seeker. Hermione had dinner alone in the great hall and again felt someone watching her but she could are no one looking her direction.