"Weasley!" Snape snapped. Ron lifted his face from the unsafe position he had been in (head over the cauldron, mouth open, and staring at the potion without protective gear).
"Are you really that daft?" He drawled. "Unless you've decided that you do not like your eyebrows, I suggest you put on the safety mask. As amusing as you loosing your eyebrows would be, it would reflect badly on my class. Ten points from Gryffindor for incorrect procedures," Snape made sure to smirk after his last sentence.
Ron gaped for a few seconds before shutting his mouth with a scowl.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Professor."
"A five point deduction for lying."
Ron decided it was best to just take it before Snape thought to give him detention. 'Slimy git.' He glanced around the room and caught the familiar sight of bushy, brown hair two rows in front of him. Over the years he noticed random features that he had come to like- or love, he wasn't sure.
'If you ignore the hair, which actually isn't that bad anymore, Mione is really beautiful... hmm, I wonder if she would agree to go to the-' His thoughts were interrupted by the Potions teacher.
"Mr. Weasley! Stop staring at Miss. Granger and get to work- your water-to-wine potion is far from finished!"
'I wish someone would stuff their wand down his throat! I may do it myself, really...' Ron narrowed his eyes. Not at Snape, but at a certain blond Slytherin. 'Why is he staring at Hermione? Must be up to something, the ferret!'
A/N: Soo sorry for the wait! I have been caught up with school... anyone else here have to take a college placement test their Freshman year? Probably... ugh, school can be so annoying sometimes. Oh well. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, and I thank everyone who has had the patience to wait for my ridiculously short chapters.
Faith :)
