Amethysts and Emeralds Part 3
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Hermione looked over at Harry , who was sitting , laughing , at a table with Ron , Cecily and Dean. Normally , she would be
over there with them , but today , she was sitting with Parvati , Lavender , and a Slytherin girl no body wanted there. Her name
was Millicent Bulstrode , and Hermione still had painful memories of the incident in Second year involving a Dueling Club ,
Hermione , Millicent , and a head lock. Not Pretty. Also , being Millicent Bulstrode's cat for 2 weeks didn't help the situation.
Hermione was sitting , listening as Parvati talked to Lavender about her new boyfriend , Dean. She didn't particularly care , but
she pretended she did for Parvati. Her and Lavender were squealing over who was cuter , Draco or Dean ( Draco was
winning ) , when Snape walked into the class room. He was in a very bad mood , every one could tell , just by the way he
stormed in and threw his books on his desk. Even Draco winced when he pulled out his cauldron , and threw textbooks at
Harry to hand out. When she had gotten one , Hermione looked at the cover. There was a starry night , providing the setting
for a moving fire under a large black cauldron. And there was a person robed in all black stirring the potion , and white ,
diamond - like sparks were flying out of it. The book was called Dark potions for Dark Times . Hermione shivered , and
Parvati leaned over , concerned.
"Are you alright ?"
'Fine. Why ?"
"Well , you have been acting sort of , well , out of it today."
"She's mourning." Came Lavender's voice.
"Mourning what ?" Parvati asked Lavender.
"The loss of the friendship with the dashing Harry Potter and Mr. Weasley."
"Aw , Hermione , don't sulk. You have us , right ?"
Hermione grinned at both of them , and they started to chat. Yeah , i have you , but it's not the same. Nothing ever will be.
A few minutes later , Snape told them to open their books to page 13. The Draught of the Living Dead . Hermione had heard
about it before , though she couldn't remember when. The potion looked extremely complex , and Hermione groaned. She
hated potions. It was , by far , her worst subject , though she still had , what , at 90 ?
"Ah , Cecily Cassiopeia . New student. You have all reviewed your texts .
Close them."
They all did.
"Now , Miss Cassiopeia , stand and recite the ingredients and their measurements."
Cecily stood up , but did not say anything.
'I believe I asked you a question ..." He said in his deadliest whisper.
Still , she did not utter a word.
"Cecily Cassiopeia , answer my QUESTION !"
She just stared defiantly back at him , her violet eyes boring into his.
"Fine. Sit down and shut up , you stupid girl. Detention for 2 weeks , and 100 points deducted from Gryffindor."
Snape turned his back to retrieve something , and a clear voice rang out.
"3 ounces Dragon Blood . 3 pints , Skin of Boomslang . 3 cups of lacewing flies , 3 dragon heartstrings , 3 beheaded
caterpillars , 3 skinned shrivelfigs, and 3 tablespoons shredded skin of bicorn. The reason everything has a '3' in it is because
of 2 reasons. There are 3 major steps to this potion , and because the victim goes through 3 stages. Drowsiness , Sleep , and
Unwakeable coma."
Everyone looked at her in amazement. No one stood up to Snape. And if she had known the answer , why didn't she just say it before ?
Snape turned around slowly , staring disbelievingly at her.
"Get out of my class."
"Why ?"
Snape goggled at her.
"Get out !"
"Why ? Because I answered a question right ?"
"I said GET OUT !"
"No. If you send me out , I will go to Dumbledore. I'm warning you."
"GET OUT !"
Cecily packed up her bags , and walked out.
Hermione let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Had she just seen what she had thought she had seen ? Why ... Why did Snape seem to hate her so much ?
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Hermione looked over at Harry , who was sitting , laughing , at a table with Ron , Cecily and Dean. Normally , she would be
over there with them , but today , she was sitting with Parvati , Lavender , and a Slytherin girl no body wanted there. Her name
was Millicent Bulstrode , and Hermione still had painful memories of the incident in Second year involving a Dueling Club ,
Hermione , Millicent , and a head lock. Not Pretty. Also , being Millicent Bulstrode's cat for 2 weeks didn't help the situation.
Hermione was sitting , listening as Parvati talked to Lavender about her new boyfriend , Dean. She didn't particularly care , but
she pretended she did for Parvati. Her and Lavender were squealing over who was cuter , Draco or Dean ( Draco was
winning ) , when Snape walked into the class room. He was in a very bad mood , every one could tell , just by the way he
stormed in and threw his books on his desk. Even Draco winced when he pulled out his cauldron , and threw textbooks at
Harry to hand out. When she had gotten one , Hermione looked at the cover. There was a starry night , providing the setting
for a moving fire under a large black cauldron. And there was a person robed in all black stirring the potion , and white ,
diamond - like sparks were flying out of it. The book was called Dark potions for Dark Times . Hermione shivered , and
Parvati leaned over , concerned.
"Are you alright ?"
'Fine. Why ?"
"Well , you have been acting sort of , well , out of it today."
"She's mourning." Came Lavender's voice.
"Mourning what ?" Parvati asked Lavender.
"The loss of the friendship with the dashing Harry Potter and Mr. Weasley."
"Aw , Hermione , don't sulk. You have us , right ?"
Hermione grinned at both of them , and they started to chat. Yeah , i have you , but it's not the same. Nothing ever will be.
A few minutes later , Snape told them to open their books to page 13. The Draught of the Living Dead . Hermione had heard
about it before , though she couldn't remember when. The potion looked extremely complex , and Hermione groaned. She
hated potions. It was , by far , her worst subject , though she still had , what , at 90 ?
"Ah , Cecily Cassiopeia . New student. You have all reviewed your texts .
Close them."
They all did.
"Now , Miss Cassiopeia , stand and recite the ingredients and their measurements."
Cecily stood up , but did not say anything.
'I believe I asked you a question ..." He said in his deadliest whisper.
Still , she did not utter a word.
"Cecily Cassiopeia , answer my QUESTION !"
She just stared defiantly back at him , her violet eyes boring into his.
"Fine. Sit down and shut up , you stupid girl. Detention for 2 weeks , and 100 points deducted from Gryffindor."
Snape turned his back to retrieve something , and a clear voice rang out.
"3 ounces Dragon Blood . 3 pints , Skin of Boomslang . 3 cups of lacewing flies , 3 dragon heartstrings , 3 beheaded
caterpillars , 3 skinned shrivelfigs, and 3 tablespoons shredded skin of bicorn. The reason everything has a '3' in it is because
of 2 reasons. There are 3 major steps to this potion , and because the victim goes through 3 stages. Drowsiness , Sleep , and
Unwakeable coma."
Everyone looked at her in amazement. No one stood up to Snape. And if she had known the answer , why didn't she just say it before ?
Snape turned around slowly , staring disbelievingly at her.
"Get out of my class."
"Why ?"
Snape goggled at her.
"Get out !"
"Why ? Because I answered a question right ?"
"I said GET OUT !"
"No. If you send me out , I will go to Dumbledore. I'm warning you."
"GET OUT !"
Cecily packed up her bags , and walked out.
Hermione let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Had she just seen what she had thought she had seen ? Why ... Why did Snape seem to hate her so much ?