Same a- oh you know what i mean.
yayayayayayayayay! i got it in early! told you i had a head start!
thanks to: 95.-Midnight, Artemis Sagittarius Malfoy and krista04 (not that i don't thank everybody else these are just the people that last reviewed).
anyway i need some advice! i'm not sure when to finish off the bet! ahhhh! i don't want it lasting too long because the consequences have to come into play! ok i'll let you read now.
oh and once again sorry if Snape is out of character! i'm really bad at him!
Enjoy:
Snape was at the front of the room when Hermione got in and, anxious not to lose any points to Gryffindor, she scurried quickly to sit next to Harry at the front of the class.
There were a few minutes of silence before the Professor spoke.
"It has come to my attention," Snape drawled, stepping around the ink black desk at the front of the room, his penetrating black eyes scorching into everybody that didn't have green on their uniform. "That you are missing a small chunk on a particular spell that was meant to be covered last year,"
Hermione leaned forward in her seat, pending on each one of Professor Snape's words.
"This is due to the, well known…" he paused "pleasant… visit of Miss Umbridge who despite her intelligence in such matters did not follow the lesson plan to the…" another pause "original schedule."
Hermione leaned forward more, the hind legs of her chair hovering inches off the floor.
"Therefore Dumbledore has asked me to go over that section, briefly," Snape eyed the room like a hawk might eye a lone mouth. "In my next class." There was a long pause before the Professor spoke again. "Consequently, for this lesson, and only this lesson apart from the one set day on which we shall be learning how to perform it, we will be doing work on the Patronus Charm,"
The tension in the air thickened to an unbearable state, everybody remaining silent as the awe in the room exploded.
"There will be one essay set on this subject and, though I thoroughly disagree, for today, and once again, today only, you will have a partner in this class."
There was a small bubble of chatter as the girls turned to each other and the boys nodded in a 'manly' way to other people around the room. Hermione knew that she would have to go with Harry if she had any hope of passing this lesson, due to her not-un-noticed difficulty with the spell, knowing as well that Ron would want to go with him so if she was going to go with him she was going to have to ask quickly but despite that she did not turn to her friend. Instead, she stared fixedly at the teacher at the front of the room. Snape surely would not let them choose their partners, for, like a Dementor, he seemed to relish in the unhappiness of his students.
Sure enough, as the chatter quickly rose to a loud babble and all of the students slowly lost their 'cool' with the hard-to-suppress excitement of the moment, the loud, deliberate sound of the Professor clearing his throat caused them all to fall silent again.
"Naturally," he hissed. "I will be choosing your pairs,"
A low grumble circled the room before, with another sharp cough from the man in black at the front, it fell silent again.
"But before I do," with a quick flick of his long, pale finders the room went dark and a detailed diagram of a wand casting a Patronus lit up the blackboard at the front. Another flick and a white screen came down in front of it, revealing black writing that could not be seen on the blackboard. "Who can tell me why we cast a Patronus?"
"To keep Potter from fainting!" Malfoy yelled from the back, quickly followed by Crabbe and Goyle snickering with the rest of the Slytherins' right behind them.
All three members of the Golden Trio turned around simultaneously to send a deadly glare his way. Hermione being the slowest to turn back to the screen caught a smirk and a wink from Malfoy. She felt a faint flush creep to her cheeks before she whipped her head back around.
"Thank you Mr Malfoy," Snape's thin lips curled slightly at the ends. "But that is not the answer I needed although a Patronus can be used to stop Mr Potter from fainting," he sneered at Harry as he said the last part. "Miss Granger!" he snapped. "Can you, by any chance?" he hissed. "Tell me why we summon a Patronus?"
Hermione waited only half a beat before answering. "We cast it to protect us from a dark entity called a Dementor, though research has revealed that you can also repel a Lethifold with a Patronus. It simply forces the Dementor or Lethifold to feed off the Patronus instead of you and because they are conjured to a happy memory the Dementor, being unable to take it from the victim because of the Patronus, is immediately repelled. It is not clear why a Lethifold is repelled, for it feeds on flesh, because there is only one account of somebody surviving to tell the tale – that somebody being Flavius Belby who just happened to be awake when the Lethifold seized him." She said smoothly, remembering the hours of research on Lethifolds'.
"Correct," he sneered. "Now can you tell me what a Patronus is?"
Immediately. "The Patronus Charm, is – well – a-a charm tha-that evokes a partially-tangible positive energy force known as a 'Patronus'" she said quickly, the words running out in a rush as she quoted from memory. "To successfully cast the Patronus Charm one must muster a happy memory, the happier the memory the more powerful and tangible the Patronus will be, and incant 'Expecto Patronum'. It is a very complex charm and many qualified wizards and witches have trouble with it," Hermione wracked her brain to be sure she'd said everything. She had.
"Well done Miss Granger. Perfect. Too bad it was read straight from the book," Snape sneered.
"But Professor–!" she protested. "How could I possibly if my book is clo–?"
"Unless you enjoy loosing points for your house I suggest you speak when you are asked to from now on," Snape drawled, turning back to the board. "Miss Granger is indeed correct." Snape said sharply, vanishing the screen and image, turning on the lights and writing words on the board. "A Patronus is very difficult to conjure that is why this assignment will be mostly written on paper. Now can anybody tell me what shape a Patronus makes when summoned? Yes Miss Patil?"
"A Patronus takes different forms for different people, usually judging by their character,"
"Correct," Snape muttered, slightly angry that she'd got it right.
"So Malfoy's would be a ferret," Ron muttered, flushing slightly as the Gryffindors' laughed.
Hermione kicked him under the desk.
"Thank you Mr Weasley," Snape snapped, silencing the laughter. "Five points from Gryffindor,"
There was a low groan.
"Silence," the Professor spat, and immediately everybody obliged. "Now I will put you into pairs,"
Snape went to the front of the room, picked up a long piece of parchment and started reading off names, scarcely leaving a gap between one pair and another. Hermione had to strain her ears to hear him over the noise of people groaning and lifting themselves heavily out of their seats.
Finally Snape stopped and waited for the class to settle down.
Hermione looked around to see Parkinson sitting alone and Malfoy sitting in his normal place beside Zabini. Hermione saw that Parvati behind them was whining softly and staring with disgust at a droopy-eyed Goyle.
Ron, Harry and herself hadn't been moved from each other either.
About ten seconds passed before, with a slim smile, Professor Snape read out the last six names.
"Weasley with Zabini, Potter with Malfoy and Granger with Parkinson," he read slowly, extending the syllables and glaring at Harry like a panther on its prey.
Simultaneously, the trio had their reactions. Ron bared his teeth and let out a barely audible snarl before sending Zabini a dirty look, Harry's jaw tightened visibly and his fists clenched painfully around his quill but he did not look at Malfoy. Hermione, instead, let out a frustrated breath and closed her eyes before snapping them open and sending a murderous glare at her partner that clearly said 'you'd better move your ass sister because I'm not getting off this seat'.
Pansy sent her an equally dirty look but complied, snatching her books viciously and slamming them down between Ron and Hermione.
Ron, let out a hiss and got up, storming across the room and standing behind Malfoy, waiting for him to get up.
Malfoy glared but with a secret glance over to the bushy haired girl sitting next to Pansy he complied, strolling over to the desk and shoving his partner clean off his seat before grabbing the chair, circling around the bench and sitting himself opposite his housemate, winking at her before sending a sneer at his rival.
With a quick glace at Snape over his shoulder, he had permission.
"I have also noticed," the Professor in black, murmured, instantly recapturing the attention of the class. "That our seating arrangements needed to be changed so," he paused, "to put two useful things in one," a thin smile on his lips, "you will be keeping these seats for the rest of this term,"
The class let out a massive groan.
"You've got to be kidding?" Ron exploded at the back.
"No I am not kidding you, Mr Weasley," Snape sneered. "Another five points from Gryffindor should wake you up," he let the 'p' pop as he said it.
Ron lowered his head and muttered angrily.
"Now I want you to," Snape started but Hermione was immediately distracted when a flash of white under the table caught her eye. Malfoy pushed his hand up Pansy's skirt. She nearly gagged. "Discuss with your partner the details of the Patronus Charm. Further information on page four hundred and seventy seven,"
Hermione sighed and picked up her Defence Against the Dark Arts book, flipping instantly to page four hundred and seventy seven. She didn't need it, but Pansy probably would.
"Right so, it says here that–" she looked up to see Parkinson was blushed a bright crimson. Sighing, Hermione continued, trying to stifle her annoyance. "That a Patronus charm is–"
Pansy let out a small yelp and blushed further.
"Will you stop that!" Hermione hissed at the platinum blond in front of her.
"Why what's the matter, Granger?" he sneered. "Jealous?"
"I am trying to get good marks here!" she whined.
Malfoy grinned wickedly. "Who's stoppin' ya?"
"You are!" she yelled a little too loud. "You and your pathetic little–"
"Relax Mudblood!" Pansy spat. "We're just having some fu–" Parkinson cut off with a louder yelp. "Ouch! What was that for!" she snarled, glaring daggers at Malfoy.
"Miss Parkinson," Professor Snape was suddenly behind her. Hermione saw Malfoy's hand retreat with another quick flash. "Maybe you would be better off at the back of the classroom." He sneered. "Now,"
Pansy muttered something under her breath before jumping up and dragging Hermione with her.
As they sat down something else caught the brunette's eye. A small paper white cockroach crept up Pansy's leg and onto the table, stopping right in front of her. Surprisingly, Pansy giggled, picked it up and opened it. The cockroach broke in two and quickly unravelled into a note. Pansy giggled again, picked up her quill and wrote on in, scrunching it back up and blowing on it. The paper flew into the air and turned into a bird, landing promptly in front of Malfoy.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Half an hour passed slowly, each minute filled to the brim with arguments between the two girls, and small cockroaches coming up to them only interrupted when a loud crash sounded through the room.
"You incompetents!" Snape boomed. "Idiots!"
Malfoy and Harry had just lunged at each other, managing to send two ink bottles flying outwards and landing in a pool at Snape's feel.
Hermione had never seen Snape angry enough to tell Malfoy off as well… and was enjoying the show. Until–
"Malfoy! Swap partners with Parkinson! Potter! Detention, tonight, eight o'clock in my office!"
Hermione's face grew hot with anger as she watched Pansy stand up and walk grumpily over to Harry.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Hermione snarled through gritted teeth.
"Sadly I'm not," Malfoy sneered as he sat down in the seat beside her. His white hair was flecked with angry blots of black ink as was his robe and face.
"You did it on purpose!" she hissed, anger bubbling right to the surface.
"Don't flatter yourself Granger," he hissed, a small smile starting to play at his lips. He was making fun of her.
"I hate you!" she spat.
Malfoy's grey eyes hardened. "Well maybe I hate you too,"
"'Maybe!'" she scoffed. "You've hated be since the start you foul little fe–git!" she glared.
"Fegit? Malfoy inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Muwitch?" Hermione countered, picking up on his slip up on Friday.
His eyes softened slightly. "Touché,"
The rest of the lesson was spent sending snide remarks to each other and when the bell rang, gripping the table was all she could do to not sprint out of the room, headlong.
"Your homework will be to write a foot long essay between you, which you will hand in as soon as it is finished. The deadline though is next lesson," Snape said bitterly. "The set date is the end of this term, I want you and your partners to get together and attempt at performing the Patronus Charm before then,"
Hermione let out a groan with the rest of the class. She'd have to set dates with Malfoy!
"Consequences for not practicing," he paused, "and believe me I'll know," a small smile, "will be detention for two months," he finished with a sneer. "Class dismissed."
The class filled out the room eagerly, but as Hermione reached the corridor outside the classroom, again, she felt fingers on her arm. "We need to talk," Malfoy murmured and with that everything went black, the only thing telling her she was still conscious being the warm arms wrapped securely around her.
Yeh it was a little obvious that Malfoy was to be her partner but i don't really mind do you? lol. anyway here it is!
sorry for the cliffys i don't know why but i seem to be drawn to them... right i'll try my best to stop...
right i gtg now. loads to write little time to write it in...
ok you guys have a good day
byeeeee
R.