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Chapter 3: Pissing off Pansy in Potions

Hermione woke blearily. She sat up in bed and looked around. Everything was as she'd left it last night. Her homework sat on the dressing table, completed and ready to hand in, and Pansy's diary was next to it. It had remained unopened and untouched since she'd taken it off Malfoy.

Slowly she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She was in dire need of a long cold shower to wake her up. A very cold shower.

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She walked out into the hall refreshed. She had tried to do something with her hair, but it had refused to cooperate so she'd left it out and the frizzy brown waves draped across her shoulders, unfortunately making her look like she'd been pulled through a bush backwards, twice. So much for the 'beautiful frizz-free curls' advertised on the shampoo bottle.

Hermione sighed as she passed the portrait of the fat lady. It was slightly lonely walking to class on her own, she was used to having Ron and Harry with her all the time… but there way no way she'd ask Malfoy to walk with her.

Taking the stairs two at a time Hermione managed to get down to the dungeons earlier than expected. Being early was her specialty, but maybe half-an-hour was going a bit too far…

"Hey Granger, I thought you were dead." came a voice from behind her. Hermione turned to see the underdressed figure of Pansy Parkinson. Pansy always insisted on wearing almost nothing, in this case she had her cloak flapping open, revealing her skirt, which was barely half-a-foot long and shirt that was at least four sizes too small and was about three inches above her belly-button.

"Pansy." Hermione greeted her unenthusiastically. Pansy strutted over. "You saw me yesterday." Hermione pointed out. Pansy looked unperturbed.

"Look Granger, I don't really care." She said bluntly. Hermione sighed. She was actually longing for Potions to start; at least she wouldn't have to put up with this idiot. "I was thinking…" That's a first, thought Hermione. "That you are, like, sharing a room with Draco."

"We're not sharing a room, just a common-room, it's different." I'd die if it we had to share a room. That would be wrong… thought Hermione.

"Whatever. I was thinking we could swap rooms." Pansy finished. That took her a long time to say. Hermione thought boredly, at least it's time wasting.

"Pansy, that's not going to work. Firstly, I'm not a Slytherin, so therefore I can't stay in the Slytherin dorms, and secondly, you're not head girl. As much as I would like to be rid of Malfoy for good, what you're suggesting is just not possible." Hermione said bluntly. Pansy looked crestfallen.

"Whatever, mudblood. You really are a little bitch." Pansy said curtly. She turned on her heel and stormed back down the hall. Hermione sighed. That was a nice way to start the day… sort of.

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"Before you are seated I will be splitting you into pairs. In this case I do not think boy-girl pairing would be adequate." Snape announced as the class filed into the large stone room. "The pairs will be of random choices and the decision is final." Ron and Harry shot hopeful glances at each other. At least I can't be with Malfoy, Hermione thought to herself, relieved.

"The pairs are," Snape began. The class waited in anticipation. "Potter and Malfoy, Longbottom and Goyle, Weasley and Crabbe, Granger and Parkinson…" Hermione swore quietly, there was no way she was going to survive class. The class waited for the rest of the list to be read out.

The pairs were given desks too, again to Snape's choice. Hermione and Pansy were right in the middle of the classroom, Neville and Goyle were up the back, and Harry, Malfoy, Crabbe and Ron were next to each other near the front. Hermione walked to her desk and began setting up her stuff while Professor Snape came to the conclusion of his announcement.

"You will stay in these pairings for the rest of the year, at the same desks. All projects and assignments will be done with your partner, and direct communication with people in other pairs during class will be punished." The class let out a long deathly groan. No one was happy with their partners. Hermione felt very sorry for Neville, who was not only half the size of Goyle, but neither of that pair was exactly brilliant in potions.

Pansy joined Hermione at the desk. "Hello Granger, so nice to see you again," She said sarcastically. Hermione sighed, this was going to be a long year.

"Yeah, fifteen minutes seems like forever, doesn't it?" Hermione replied. Pansy wrinkled her nose at this comment. She looked as if she was about to say something, but she was interrupted by Snape.

"Today each pair is going to make their own potion, separate from the rest of the class; it can be something you have done before, or something original. You will test your own potions at the end. Those pairs whose potion is not successful will be punished. Begin."

"We'll do a basic sleeping potion. It's easy and quick." Hermione announced. Pansy smiled menacingly.

"You can do what you like, as long as you do something. I won't be doing any work this year. You'll be doing it for me." She said. Hermione had been going to get on with it, but she was not going to do a years' group work on her own. She liked school, but not that much.

"What makes you think that?" asked Hermione. Pansy paused.

"Do it and I won't have to curse you," She explained, obviously not used to people defying her wishes.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Hermione pretended to think deeply. "Oh I know… Malfoy! Didn't you two break up?" She asked innocently. Pansy's mood changed at once. She grabbed Hermione's wrist, digging her nails deep into her arm.

"That's not true," She growled, "whoever told you that lied. We are still together, we didn't break up. They lied, you lie. We're still together." Pure rage burned in Pansy's eyes, Hermione winced as Pansy dug her nails in deeper.

Hermione smiled to herself through the pain, Time to go in for the kill. "That's not what Malfoy said." Hermione managed to squeak. Pansy let out a shrill scream. The few people who hadn't been watching the argument before turned to look at the two girls. Even Snape seemed to be enjoying himself, and looked like he was about to bring out a bag of popcorn any minute now.

"You bitch! You little bitch! You stupid bloody fucking cow." Pansy shouted. She tried to slap Hermione in the face, but she dodged out of the way. Pansy let out a long string of cusses. Hermione wrenched her wrist out of Pansy's grip. Five deep nail marks remained on her arm, they hadn't broken the skin, but they were definitely going to bruise badly.

Eventually Snape decided it was time to break up the cat-fight. "Pansy Parkinson, shut up this instant. Hermione Granger, you are to report to the hospital wing. I want a three foot long essay for next lesson entitled 'Why not to start fights in class' and twenty house points taken from Gryffindor. Go now." Hermione left proudly, her arm hurt badly, and she'd just lost points for her house, but she knew she'd won the argument.

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Hermione trudged into the common-room and collapsed onto the couch, examining the deep marks on her arm. They had begun to bruise and had turned a lovely shade of violet. There was a squeak as the door opened behind her.

"Granger, what the hell was that?" Malfoy sneered as he entered the room. Hermione turned around to face him, leaning against the back of the couch.

"Oh, nothing, your ex I and got talking about the break-up. I think she may be upset about it." Hermione answered, feigning concern.

"God, Granger, did you have to let the whole bloody school know? You're stupider than I thought." He said. Hermione frowned; nowadays she seemed to piss a lot of people off.

"You could have told me she was emotionally unstable. I could've chained her to something first." She said seriously. What the hell? She thought to herself. I'm not usually such a bitch, am I? I'm probably spending way to much time near Malfoy. "I can't believe she got away with it though, look what she did to my arm." She held out the bruised arm. Malfoy paid no attention.

"Whatever. Wait until she finds out about the diary." He walked into his room, shutting the door behind him.

Hermione sighed. She needed to go see Ron and Harry; maybe they'd be more sympathetic.

This chapter was kind of pointless. I'm trying to keep the characters in character, but in some cases it's really hard. I went a bit far with 'Pansy the bitch'.

The story starts properly once Hermione actually reads the diary. She'll start exploring more into the mysterious break-up.

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