*This is the second part….enjoy*
The class collectively gulped as the stared down at the parchment in front of them. 50 questions lay before them, excluding the two essays on the back. With shaking hands and sweaty palms the fifth year potion class picked up their quills and began to scribble down answers.
Draco Malfoy, was the only student who did not looked shaken. He smiled to himself: This is going to be soo easy, especially after Snape gave me that special "study guide". Ha! I wonder if the wonderful Harry Potter can manage a passing grade. : Draco looked down at the first question: "What type of rash does incorrectly mixed Faigon potion produce?" Ah, the joys of being the friends of the potionmaster: Draco scribbled his answer and looked around in triumph when he noticed that no one else seemed to be able to get it. He was especially pleased to see that Hermione was struggling: Ha ha ha! Stupid mudblood aren't as smart as ya think are ya?: Suddenly his eye caught his reflection in the window: Hello handsome! How you doin?
Hermione was indeed in somewhat of a panic. The first question had thrown her for a loop: What type of rash? What kind of question is that? Ok think just think, the book said that it was a-. Argg I can't remember. Oh that's right I can't remember what the book said because I couldn't read what the book said because that idiot Ron spilled his breakfast all over the book: Hermione felt herself begin to shake with rage: Ok get a grip just breath and move on to the next question. Humm lets see, "Who are the only wizards authorized to use the immense healing powers of Faigon Potion and were do they live?" Oh good that's easy…: Hermione smiled and began to scribble down her answer with the pen she had taken from Neville.
Neville didn't look so pleased: The type of rash is a-, oooohhh why can't I remember this, ok it's a bad type of rash. Yes that's it bad: Neville wrote down his answer but his hands shook so that he broke the tip of his quill: Oh no! what am I going to do? What am I going to do? Why me? Why this class? Why why why why why????: Neville began to shake so much that Hermione looked up from what she was writing and looked at him in concern. Neville began to whimper out loud.
"What's wrong?" Hermione whispered as quietly as she could.
Neville simply held up his broken quill in reply. Hermione was about to say something when Professor Snape caught sight of them.
"Did the class not hear me say that there was to be absolutely, positively, most defiantly NO TALKING?" Snape's voice echoed through the silent dungeon. "Just as a pleasant reminder of this rule I will taking away a half hour from your time limit. You have Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom to thank for this." His thin lips spread in a twisted smile. "I would suggest you get going, you only have an hour left." With that he sat down behind his desk, his dark eyes gleaming at the looks of horror on every one's faces.
Harry was not horrified he was disgusted: What's he getting at? One hour? What makes him think that he is so bloody great? I bet that the only reason that he is at Hogwarts is because he drugs the headmaster into thinking that he should stay. I can just see it now every night before dinner he sneaks down to the kitchen and pours some poison into Dumbledore's drink, then he sneaks out again. I bet that he has a way of drugging the house-elves too: Harry's eyes flittered up to the magical test clock that told them how long they had left on the exam: Damn it! Forty-five minuets! Ok "How long exactly (to the nearest millisecond) should Faigon Potion be left to simmer when it is completely mixed?" Oh fu-
Ron was among the students who looked at Snape in horror: An hour, one bloody hour! I can't do this in one bloody hour. He is insane, a fucking lunatic that's what he is!: Ron's eyes too were drawn to the clock: Forty-five minuets, that can't be right. OK first question, "What type of rash does incorrectly mixed Faigon potion produce?": Ron rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was seeing correctly: What the hell is he talking about, the stupid git! Arggg what I wouldn't give to smack him right in the nose…yes that would be good he would just topple right over into a cauldron and start to scream and cry like a little girl. And his robes would turn all different colors and his skin would break out in to rashes. That would be great: Ron started to chuckle out loud. His classmates turned and glared at him. He noticed that Hermione shot him a particularly nasty glare: Why did she do that? Is she still upset about the book? I told her I was sorry. I hate it when she gets all made at me. Her face goes into this sort of squished up scowl. Damn it! I said I was sorry: Ron's ears perked up when he heard some one else let out a little laugh: I know that laugh! That was Hermione, maybe she's not mad at me: Ron began to turn his head to catch a glimpse at Hermione, but then thought better of it: What are you doing? You are in the middle of the biggest test this term and you haven't even answered one of the questions. You can talk to her later, now just answer the first question: Ron nodded in agreement with himself and scribbled down the first answer: Itchy. Score one for the Weasley team! I remember when I got that really itchy misquote bite on my arm and nothing could help it…that really sucked, but then Hermione put some muggle cream on it and the itch went away. Ah that was a fun time, of course then she had to go to the library and meet up that wanker, Vicktor Crum. What the hell did he have that she found so appealing? Wait what am I doing, I can't think about her. Stop thinking about Hermione stop it now!: Ron, who was betting himself on the head, stopped as Harry elbowed him in the ribs.: Ok good now that that's over with back to the test, I wonder how she's doing? I'll just look and see- NO! do not look at her, you are not going to look at her got that?. Don't look at her, don't look at her….. but still I mean I at least owe her as much as to find out how she is doing, I did ruin her book and all.: Ron turned his head and looked at Hermione: I'll just take a little peak.
Hermione scowled as she caught Ron's eye: Why does he keep looking at me? Doesn't he have to take the test.: She leaned over and stole a quick glance at parchment: I can't believe it he only has one answer down. I would think that he would try just his once to get a good grade, but I guess not. He's doing it again! Why does he keep staring? God just look at that hair! I just wanna cut it off, it would make really good reflectors for my bike, Ha! And all those freckles, he looks like he was just trapped in a mud storm! What's he doing now? Oh god, that's disgusting, why is he chewing on his quill? Can't he sit still? His incessant feet tapping is driving me crazy. Ahhh he is staring at me again. OH MY GOD I AM STARING AT HIM! Why can't I stop looking at him? Ok on the count of three I am going to look away, One……. Two…… Three!: Hermione blushed deeply and abruptly turned her head: What was that all about? Ok well whatever, I still have one more question to go and then I am done…Wait what's this? There is a backside? Oh no!
For the last fifteen minuets of the period the only sounds that could be heard were the frantic scratching of quills on paper. All too soon the test-clock rang out.
"Time is up. Put away your quills and pass your papers up." Snape said.
"But professor I didn't finish." Hermione wailed
"Well that's just too bad isn't Miss Granger?" Snape sneered as he passed by her table to pick up the tests.
The whole class, save Malfoy, looked pale and shaken up. Snape passed by each table gathering the parchments. When he had collected them all he stood at the front of the class and called their attention.
"I went easy on you for this test, but be sure that next time you won't be so lucky. You are dismissed."
The class quickly filed out of the dungeon angrily. Harry and Ron caught up with Hermione who was walking rather quickly in front of them.
"Easy, Taking on you-know-who was easy compared to that." Harry said through gritted teeth.
Both Ron and Hermione looked up at the same time. Their eyes locked at they both turned a very dark shade of red. Harry who was in-between all of this was very confused.
"Wh-what are you guys-"
"I have to go!" Hermione interrupted him before he could finish.
"What were are you going?" Ron asked sounding a bit put off.
"Um I have to go to the library to fix the book you ruined." She replied
"Ok then we'll go with you." Ron smiled as he started to walk towards the library.
"NO!" Hermione practically shouted, "I mean you can't cause I have to first go and get the book in the girls dormitory and then I have to ummm, clean the book in my room see and then after all that I am going to the library."
"Ok then," Harry shrugged and pulled Ron away "We'll be in the Great Hall."
"Hey I'll get you some food!" Ron called after Hermione who was running up the stairs.
Ron looked down dejectedly. Harry who was totally flabbergasted by the whole situation could only tug and Ron's sleeve and try and force him into the great hall.
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