I get to work with Granger – I can't wait. Actually, I can. I can wait a very long time – of course I don't mind helping Professor Snape, but working with Granger in the process, now that's just not nice.
Why didn't they let me do it alone, not with Granger? I mean, she's not even recovered yet – she won't be out of the hospital wing for ages. I could have this all dealt with by then – I don't need Miss Smarty-Pants criticising my every move.
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We were now into the Easter holidays, and most people had gone home to their families. McGonagall had told me to stay, however, so I could keep researching without my father hanging over me. I think he's slightly suspicious as to why I haven't come home like I usually do, but I think he'll completely forget about it soon. I just told him I had a lot of school work I needed to catch up on, and the atmosphere here was better than at home. Crabbe and Goyle have gone, so they won't trouble me either.
I was sitting in the library one afternoon in the second week of the holidays, scanning the pages of a huge, dusty book all about the more advanced procedures for brewing potions, when I sensed someone sit down opposite me. I looked up, trying to come up with a suitable excuse as to why I was studying in my spare time. It was only Granger, though…