"Amortentia, is the strongest love potion in the world." Slughorn drawled on.
Hermione was hardly listening, bored of the same topic she learned about in 6th year, although it was 4 years again she already was quite knowledgeable on the potion. It was all review to her and she hoped not to smell that damn potion, worried about what she would smell this time around.
The first time she experienced the potion she realized her feelings for Ron, this time she had no idea what she would smell this time and she didn't want to know.
"This semester we will be focusing on Amortentia and potions like this one. For your final exam I would like you all to brew one of these potions that we will be studying."
She was probably the only girl in the class who wasn't excited about learning different ways of making people fall in love with them. She knew she was going to dread this class, she actually knew it from the start when Slughorn made Malfoy her potions partner.
"This of course will be done with your partners." How much worse can this get?, "Your partner will be the one you've been assigned to at the beginning of the year, no swapping." Amazing. She looked up at Malfoy who seemed too busy whispering to the girl in front of us with some provocative signs, to even listen to what Slughorn was saying. "You may start discussing what potion you would like to do."
She turned to the blond ferret to see he was still not paying attention, still flirting with the 7th year Ravenclaw.
"Malfoy." She hit his arm to get his attention, turning he glared at her, probably ending his chances with his next conquest.
"What?"
"This is potions class. Not your next hook up."
"And?" he rolled his eyes at her dumb comment.
"Did you hear a word that Slughorn said?"
"Something about a project. Just pick a damn potion. Amortentia I guess, I honestly don't care."
"Fine." she muttered, marking the page where the recipe for Amortentia was, she was about to tell the prick off when she noticed he was back to flirting. Rolling her eyes, she got out her notebook. Dozens of drawings were there. After the war, she needed something to calm herself besides reading, she needed something to focus on and move her hands with. She had chosen drawing as her new passion and never left the tower without a notebook to scribble and sketch in.
At the moment, her new project was a hand holding a rotten apple.
"Granger." she ignored his voice and concentrated on her drawing, she always had to make them perfect, not a single line out of place.
"Granger." This time he poked her cheek with the tip of his quill.
"Hermione."
"What?" she sighed, finally giving up on ignoring the idiot.
"Finally you answer." she glared up at him wanting to wipe that smirk off of his stupid face, "are you doing rounds tonight?"
"Why?"
"Just a little warning that you might want to be out of the tower tonight." he said winking at the girl in front of them as she smirked back at him.
She groaned in disgust. How many more nights of this could she take? She didn't know, but what she did know was that she was planning on jinxing the bastard to hell and back.