Chapter 3: Same As Always
Almost inevitably, after making a new friend, and having a fairly good start to another year at Hogwarts, Harry's first lesson was potions, as always with the ever tedious Snape. Every year Harry and Snape's hatred of each other had grown. But this year was apparently an exception. Snape hardly even looked at Harry, and seemed to understand when Harry got his combinations mixed up (well, to put it more accurately, didn't deduct any points from Gryffindor, much to Draco's disgust). Malfoy however was just as evil as in previous years, although Harry decided that now was not the time for a huge argument with him...
Talking to Ron, Marcus, and Hermionie afterwards, he suspected Snape's behaviour to be a plot of some sort, but then reconsidered, and decided that Dumbledore must have talked to him.
"It's just not like Snape, that's all." Harry pointed out. "He's not a nice person to me, ever."
Marcus intervened... "He doesn't seem too bad, I don't see what all the fuss is about. If you just do the work, he can't touch you."
"I've been telling them that for years..." Hermionie added.
Harry and Ron sighed. They wondered what would be harder, the inevitable end of year exams, or ever trying to win an argument with Hermionie.
They walked in silence, not a thought in their heads. It was almost time to get some sleep after the long train journey, but none of them wanted to. They felt something had to be done, or something should've happened.
"Count your blessings, that's what I say..." declared Marcus. Harry was the first to reply.
"Fine then, I'm off to bed. See you all tomorrow..."
"I'm off too..." added Ron, following Harry as he got up.
"Goodnight." The four chorused to each other.
Marcus turned to Hermionie. She seemed to be very contemplative whenever she was in the common room. Marcus spoke first. He didn't want Hermionie to leave just yet.
"Tell me something..." He started. "Something about you..."
Hermionie felt herself blush. "What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Everything..." Marcus replied.
"Well, " Hermionie started, a little flustered by his request.
"I'm really just a studious girl at a great school. Harry and Ron are my best friends, and I'm straight NEWTs, like yourself. There's really not much to know about me..."
Marcus looked into her eyes, apparently captivated by every word.
"I'm sure there's more than meets the eye..." Marcus said playfully...
Hermionie looked around the fireplace, trying to avoid his gaze, tucking her hair back over her ears frequently. **He can't think he likes me already!** Thought Hermionie. **We've only just met! I've got to get out of here...**
"I should really go and get some sleep." Hermionie finally declared. "See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Hermionie." Marcus said through a thoughtful smile.
"Goodnight" Hermionie mouthed as she turned and exited. Marcus watched her for a moment, then got up and went to his own dorm room, thinking about the year ahead...
Almost inevitably, after making a new friend, and having a fairly good start to another year at Hogwarts, Harry's first lesson was potions, as always with the ever tedious Snape. Every year Harry and Snape's hatred of each other had grown. But this year was apparently an exception. Snape hardly even looked at Harry, and seemed to understand when Harry got his combinations mixed up (well, to put it more accurately, didn't deduct any points from Gryffindor, much to Draco's disgust). Malfoy however was just as evil as in previous years, although Harry decided that now was not the time for a huge argument with him...
Talking to Ron, Marcus, and Hermionie afterwards, he suspected Snape's behaviour to be a plot of some sort, but then reconsidered, and decided that Dumbledore must have talked to him.
"It's just not like Snape, that's all." Harry pointed out. "He's not a nice person to me, ever."
Marcus intervened... "He doesn't seem too bad, I don't see what all the fuss is about. If you just do the work, he can't touch you."
"I've been telling them that for years..." Hermionie added.
Harry and Ron sighed. They wondered what would be harder, the inevitable end of year exams, or ever trying to win an argument with Hermionie.
They walked in silence, not a thought in their heads. It was almost time to get some sleep after the long train journey, but none of them wanted to. They felt something had to be done, or something should've happened.
"Count your blessings, that's what I say..." declared Marcus. Harry was the first to reply.
"Fine then, I'm off to bed. See you all tomorrow..."
"I'm off too..." added Ron, following Harry as he got up.
"Goodnight." The four chorused to each other.
Marcus turned to Hermionie. She seemed to be very contemplative whenever she was in the common room. Marcus spoke first. He didn't want Hermionie to leave just yet.
"Tell me something..." He started. "Something about you..."
Hermionie felt herself blush. "What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Everything..." Marcus replied.
"Well, " Hermionie started, a little flustered by his request.
"I'm really just a studious girl at a great school. Harry and Ron are my best friends, and I'm straight NEWTs, like yourself. There's really not much to know about me..."
Marcus looked into her eyes, apparently captivated by every word.
"I'm sure there's more than meets the eye..." Marcus said playfully...
Hermionie looked around the fireplace, trying to avoid his gaze, tucking her hair back over her ears frequently. **He can't think he likes me already!** Thought Hermionie. **We've only just met! I've got to get out of here...**
"I should really go and get some sleep." Hermionie finally declared. "See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Hermionie." Marcus said through a thoughtful smile.
"Goodnight" Hermionie mouthed as she turned and exited. Marcus watched her for a moment, then got up and went to his own dorm room, thinking about the year ahead...
