AN: Yeah, well, onto chapter three (already????! Wow) and I just want to
point out loathing is a very good word, yet abhorrence is much more
fitting…since no one know what that means, I think I'll leave loathing
in…hehe… and I must apologize now. WARNING! I must say, asshole-ism is a
good word for Snape here (pardon my French, if you will). I have to say
here (before flamers…) my favorite teacher is by far Snape (ahhh…Alan
Rickman, the bad Macbeth actor…hehe (Yackel movie…j/k)) This is really
OOC, a little bit. I like to s-s-s-t-t-t-r-r-r-e-e-e-t-t-t-c-c-c-h-h-h-h
their personalities to the breaking point! So, even though I'm a huge
Draco fan (not to mention Snape) I bash them out. Don't worry, you'll
swoon for Draco soon, mind you…
P.S.: So I have to say this every time? Harry Potter isn't mine. :P pwee…
Chapter Three: Remembering All The Times You Fought With Me
"Oy, Harry!" Ron called, as he walked into Potions. He saw Harry already there. Hermione, he noticed, was across the room, her face buried in her arms. Her shoulders were shaking.
"Harry?" Ron said at last, coming over to him. "What going on? Why is Hermione crying?"
"Where's Potty and Weasel's Third Musketeer?" A cold voice said behind Ron. It was Draco Malfoy, sneering at them. Crabbe and Goyle, his two sidekicks, sniggered. "It looks like she's heart-broken. Which one of you broke it?" Then he laughed maliciously. Ron noticed Hermione glance up, and looked at Malfoy with a glare of...sadness, like she lost him? 'No, that can't be right,' Ron thought anxiously.
"It's none of your business, Malfoy, and unless you want a crooked nose, then you'd better get lost, you ugly git," Ron said viciously.
Harry said nothing, and looked into his hands on his lap. He had nothing to say, and Gryfindor could use the save of points. Besides, Hermione had this coming. If she can't handle it, then she can be the one screwed here.
"The Mudblood's looking awfully sad without her Weasel," Malfoy continued, "and perhaps you'd like to cheer her up? Walk over there and give her a smooch. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Ron's face lit aflame, burning a vivacious red. "I don't know about that Malfoy, but how would you like a big fat bruise in your kisser?"
Malfoy poked his red face. Ron slapped his finger away, turning a deeper red. "Back off, Malfoy."
"Then you don't deny it? Ah, you're not good enough for a Mudblood like Hermione. She deserves the publicity of Potter," Malfoy sneered.
Harry, for once, remained quiet. His face, thankfully, did not give him away. "What, no witty comment?"
Harry looked up at Malfoy. "Perhaps, Malfoy, you should get ready for class," he said, not in a threatening tone. His lack of anger made Malfoy flush.
"What do you know, Potter...hanging out with a Mudblood has not only turned you soft, but it made you act like her!" He pointed at Hermione, still looking at Harry.
"Malfoy, I do not wish to fight," Harry continued. "I think you should sit."
Snape walked in, his greasy hair flying. He saw the group around Harry Potter's desk, and went over to investigate. Perhaps, to take points away. He was feeling especially mean today.
"Potter, Malfoy, what are you doing?" He said, glaring. He had the kind of voice that could quiet down a mob with a single whisper.
"Nothing, Professor Snape," Harry said, standing. "I was just asking Mr. Malfoy to sit, and prepare for your test."
"What are you trying to worm our of this time, Potter? I don't like your tone."
"Please, Professor, if you will, it's the truth."
Ron looked at Harry with amazement. Harry was being polite to the man that loathed him, hated him-and not to mention his passiveness about Malfoy's jeering.
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Sit the lot of you, before I take points away." All of them scrambled to their seats. Ron sat down next to Harry, and still gave him the look of amazement.
"No, Mr. Weasley, I think you'll do better next to Malfoy." He pointed to the seat open next to Malfoy. Ron mumbled obscenities under his breath, and moved. Malfoy's face fell, and Harry noticed he looked at Hermione with a longing of...want? Harry couldn't decipher it, as Malfoy turned his head away. Now Malfoy's face was covered in a shade of pale blonde hair, and Harry sighed.
"Now, today the Potion you will be performing is the Invisibility Potion," Snape said coldly. "Those who did not sit with partners shall work alone," he sneered, glancing in Harry's direction. Harry looked back at him with an emotionless face. All he could think was, 'Don't let Snape get to you; to come back next year, you need a decent grade...'
"Now start!"
Harry began to measure the ingredients needed to start. Muttering to himself quietly, he said, "One ounce of Dragon's blood...two slivers of Bulsweed..." The cauldron began to bubble a bright orange. He started to get nervous...he couldn't remember what was next. 'Oh yeah...' he thought, looking over his equipment. 'Nine lacewings...'
He added them one at a time, and after the sixth one he turned the burner off. Then he added the last three and it bubbled a bright green, the color of a correctly made Invisibility Potion. He began to add the rest of the ingredients and sat down when he was finished, waiting for it all to simmer.
Snape, who was prowling through the rows, came to Harry. "So, Mr. Potter, you think you have a correctly made Potion here?" He said, disparagingly. He stared at Harry.
Harry couldn't help but stare back. And, to his amusement, he got the sudden urge to sneeze. 'Great,' he thought, 'I just had to go and say something, and now look at me, trying not to sneeze…if only I knew that I was actually going to! Ha ha…'
Snape reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Going up to his desk, he unlocked a small box and pulled out a frog. "Let's see here...make this frog disappear," he said.
"Sir," Neville Longbottom squeaked, glancing over at Harry and Snape. "Professor Snape, sir, if you would, I'd like my toad back. That's my toad, sir." Neville glanced at the teacher, trembling. Snape's unfairness was more or less always directed to Neville, as he was constantly jeering at him and looking for ways to take points from Gryfindor.
"Oh, is it?" Snape asked maliciously. Harry saw he already knew. "Well, then, if Potter made this right, then he'll disappear then come back in five seconds, Longbottom. Now, this isn't any of your business, so return to your caldron before you boil over. And ten points from Gryfindor for being nosy."
Neville opened his mouth to protest, and then closed it. He turned to Harry, and looked at him. Harry could see his eyes, now brimming with tears, read, "Don't, please, Harry..."
"He's my best friend..." Neville whispered, and walked back to his caldron, which was boiling over. He hurried to clean it up.
Harry watched Neville go, and turned to Snape. "Well? Potter, let's get to it. Forty points from Gryfindor if it doesn't work."
Harry ducked his head and scowled. He held out his hand, and the toad was dropped in it. He felt badly because he knew that he shouldn't be doing this to Neville's pet toad. He should just walk out of here.
Instead, Harry found himself putting five drops of Invisibility Potion on the brown toad. It started to fade away. Neville turned around, and gasped as his toad began to disappear. He let his mouth hang open.
Ron and Hermione stood there themselves as Neville's toad began to disappear. Sure, they knew that Harry would make the potion correctly, but to do that to a friend...just for getting the grade? Ron saw Harry's face, full of misery and resentment, plus flickers of remorse.
Suddenly, the toad returned and he let out a breath of relief. Snape scowled at Harry. "I see you actually made the Potion properly, Potter," he said viciously.
Harry smiled. He held out the toad to Neville, who appeared suddenly at his side. Neville reached out and grabbed his toad quickly. "Trevor!" he said happily. Then he glared at Harry. "No thanks to you, Harry." Harry could understand why he was so angry with him. Harry realized that if Hedwig been made invisible, he'd go off the roof.
"Sorry, Neville..." he said softy. Snape smirked.
"Well, Potter, that's all. You're done."
Harry resisted throwing a glare of contempt at Snape. Instead, he disposed of his Potion, and saved a small vile. 'Maybe I'll make him disappear...' Harry thought darkly.
He sat there for the rest of the class, looking over the Potions book, and trying to stay out of trouble. Snape, for once, was ignoring him and instead was prying on Hermione who, for once, wasn't doing what she needed to properly.
"Granger! What, have you and Longbottom gotten together and decided to share notes? You're supposed to put only six lacewings in and then turned off the burner."
Hermione, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable, standing there getting yelled at by Snape. Usually she did rather well in this class.
"Sorry, Professor," she mumbled, spilling the caldron all over the table.
Malfoy looked at her, and Harry could have sworn that he wanted to slap Snape for getting on Hermione's case. Harry shook his head. He had to be reading him wrong, although he read Ron wrong from the start, and look where it put him.
The bell finally rang, and Harry picked up his bag. Ron hurried over to him, and gave his a lopsided grin. "Hey, Harry, I saw that you stood up to Snape-with politeness! Who knew that'd make him angry...and the way he was going at Hermione--"
"Ron," Harry cut in, "I don't care."
Ron stopped. "Harry? What is the matter with you?" he said in an angry tone. "What is your problem?!"
Hermione stepped out of the room, carrying her usual heap of books. "Harry? I've thought about what you've said, and I have no idea what I did so wrong-"
"I'm talking to him, Hermione!" Ron snapped, holding out his arm to stop her from walking to him.
"I've got to get to Herbology," Harry replied, turning around.
"Harry! Wait, I want to talk-"
"Will you just shut up a second, Hermione?!" Ron yelled, looking at her. He spun around and faced Harry, who had stopped.
"Well, once you're sorted out your priorities, I hope you still have friends!" she snapped back in a shrill voice.
Ron twisted around and was about to apologize to her when she threw a quill past Ron, hitting Harry on the back. He turned around, and picked up the quill. It was the one he was missing from last night.
"You forgot this!" Hermione said, tears freely running down her face. "And I hope that you get out of this foul mood you're in soon!" she said, and ran away.
Harry looked at her run away. Ron stood there his face agape.
What was happening to their friendship?
P.S.: So I have to say this every time? Harry Potter isn't mine. :P pwee…
Chapter Three: Remembering All The Times You Fought With Me
"Oy, Harry!" Ron called, as he walked into Potions. He saw Harry already there. Hermione, he noticed, was across the room, her face buried in her arms. Her shoulders were shaking.
"Harry?" Ron said at last, coming over to him. "What going on? Why is Hermione crying?"
"Where's Potty and Weasel's Third Musketeer?" A cold voice said behind Ron. It was Draco Malfoy, sneering at them. Crabbe and Goyle, his two sidekicks, sniggered. "It looks like she's heart-broken. Which one of you broke it?" Then he laughed maliciously. Ron noticed Hermione glance up, and looked at Malfoy with a glare of...sadness, like she lost him? 'No, that can't be right,' Ron thought anxiously.
"It's none of your business, Malfoy, and unless you want a crooked nose, then you'd better get lost, you ugly git," Ron said viciously.
Harry said nothing, and looked into his hands on his lap. He had nothing to say, and Gryfindor could use the save of points. Besides, Hermione had this coming. If she can't handle it, then she can be the one screwed here.
"The Mudblood's looking awfully sad without her Weasel," Malfoy continued, "and perhaps you'd like to cheer her up? Walk over there and give her a smooch. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Ron's face lit aflame, burning a vivacious red. "I don't know about that Malfoy, but how would you like a big fat bruise in your kisser?"
Malfoy poked his red face. Ron slapped his finger away, turning a deeper red. "Back off, Malfoy."
"Then you don't deny it? Ah, you're not good enough for a Mudblood like Hermione. She deserves the publicity of Potter," Malfoy sneered.
Harry, for once, remained quiet. His face, thankfully, did not give him away. "What, no witty comment?"
Harry looked up at Malfoy. "Perhaps, Malfoy, you should get ready for class," he said, not in a threatening tone. His lack of anger made Malfoy flush.
"What do you know, Potter...hanging out with a Mudblood has not only turned you soft, but it made you act like her!" He pointed at Hermione, still looking at Harry.
"Malfoy, I do not wish to fight," Harry continued. "I think you should sit."
Snape walked in, his greasy hair flying. He saw the group around Harry Potter's desk, and went over to investigate. Perhaps, to take points away. He was feeling especially mean today.
"Potter, Malfoy, what are you doing?" He said, glaring. He had the kind of voice that could quiet down a mob with a single whisper.
"Nothing, Professor Snape," Harry said, standing. "I was just asking Mr. Malfoy to sit, and prepare for your test."
"What are you trying to worm our of this time, Potter? I don't like your tone."
"Please, Professor, if you will, it's the truth."
Ron looked at Harry with amazement. Harry was being polite to the man that loathed him, hated him-and not to mention his passiveness about Malfoy's jeering.
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Sit the lot of you, before I take points away." All of them scrambled to their seats. Ron sat down next to Harry, and still gave him the look of amazement.
"No, Mr. Weasley, I think you'll do better next to Malfoy." He pointed to the seat open next to Malfoy. Ron mumbled obscenities under his breath, and moved. Malfoy's face fell, and Harry noticed he looked at Hermione with a longing of...want? Harry couldn't decipher it, as Malfoy turned his head away. Now Malfoy's face was covered in a shade of pale blonde hair, and Harry sighed.
"Now, today the Potion you will be performing is the Invisibility Potion," Snape said coldly. "Those who did not sit with partners shall work alone," he sneered, glancing in Harry's direction. Harry looked back at him with an emotionless face. All he could think was, 'Don't let Snape get to you; to come back next year, you need a decent grade...'
"Now start!"
Harry began to measure the ingredients needed to start. Muttering to himself quietly, he said, "One ounce of Dragon's blood...two slivers of Bulsweed..." The cauldron began to bubble a bright orange. He started to get nervous...he couldn't remember what was next. 'Oh yeah...' he thought, looking over his equipment. 'Nine lacewings...'
He added them one at a time, and after the sixth one he turned the burner off. Then he added the last three and it bubbled a bright green, the color of a correctly made Invisibility Potion. He began to add the rest of the ingredients and sat down when he was finished, waiting for it all to simmer.
Snape, who was prowling through the rows, came to Harry. "So, Mr. Potter, you think you have a correctly made Potion here?" He said, disparagingly. He stared at Harry.
Harry couldn't help but stare back. And, to his amusement, he got the sudden urge to sneeze. 'Great,' he thought, 'I just had to go and say something, and now look at me, trying not to sneeze…if only I knew that I was actually going to! Ha ha…'
Snape reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Going up to his desk, he unlocked a small box and pulled out a frog. "Let's see here...make this frog disappear," he said.
"Sir," Neville Longbottom squeaked, glancing over at Harry and Snape. "Professor Snape, sir, if you would, I'd like my toad back. That's my toad, sir." Neville glanced at the teacher, trembling. Snape's unfairness was more or less always directed to Neville, as he was constantly jeering at him and looking for ways to take points from Gryfindor.
"Oh, is it?" Snape asked maliciously. Harry saw he already knew. "Well, then, if Potter made this right, then he'll disappear then come back in five seconds, Longbottom. Now, this isn't any of your business, so return to your caldron before you boil over. And ten points from Gryfindor for being nosy."
Neville opened his mouth to protest, and then closed it. He turned to Harry, and looked at him. Harry could see his eyes, now brimming with tears, read, "Don't, please, Harry..."
"He's my best friend..." Neville whispered, and walked back to his caldron, which was boiling over. He hurried to clean it up.
Harry watched Neville go, and turned to Snape. "Well? Potter, let's get to it. Forty points from Gryfindor if it doesn't work."
Harry ducked his head and scowled. He held out his hand, and the toad was dropped in it. He felt badly because he knew that he shouldn't be doing this to Neville's pet toad. He should just walk out of here.
Instead, Harry found himself putting five drops of Invisibility Potion on the brown toad. It started to fade away. Neville turned around, and gasped as his toad began to disappear. He let his mouth hang open.
Ron and Hermione stood there themselves as Neville's toad began to disappear. Sure, they knew that Harry would make the potion correctly, but to do that to a friend...just for getting the grade? Ron saw Harry's face, full of misery and resentment, plus flickers of remorse.
Suddenly, the toad returned and he let out a breath of relief. Snape scowled at Harry. "I see you actually made the Potion properly, Potter," he said viciously.
Harry smiled. He held out the toad to Neville, who appeared suddenly at his side. Neville reached out and grabbed his toad quickly. "Trevor!" he said happily. Then he glared at Harry. "No thanks to you, Harry." Harry could understand why he was so angry with him. Harry realized that if Hedwig been made invisible, he'd go off the roof.
"Sorry, Neville..." he said softy. Snape smirked.
"Well, Potter, that's all. You're done."
Harry resisted throwing a glare of contempt at Snape. Instead, he disposed of his Potion, and saved a small vile. 'Maybe I'll make him disappear...' Harry thought darkly.
He sat there for the rest of the class, looking over the Potions book, and trying to stay out of trouble. Snape, for once, was ignoring him and instead was prying on Hermione who, for once, wasn't doing what she needed to properly.
"Granger! What, have you and Longbottom gotten together and decided to share notes? You're supposed to put only six lacewings in and then turned off the burner."
Hermione, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable, standing there getting yelled at by Snape. Usually she did rather well in this class.
"Sorry, Professor," she mumbled, spilling the caldron all over the table.
Malfoy looked at her, and Harry could have sworn that he wanted to slap Snape for getting on Hermione's case. Harry shook his head. He had to be reading him wrong, although he read Ron wrong from the start, and look where it put him.
The bell finally rang, and Harry picked up his bag. Ron hurried over to him, and gave his a lopsided grin. "Hey, Harry, I saw that you stood up to Snape-with politeness! Who knew that'd make him angry...and the way he was going at Hermione--"
"Ron," Harry cut in, "I don't care."
Ron stopped. "Harry? What is the matter with you?" he said in an angry tone. "What is your problem?!"
Hermione stepped out of the room, carrying her usual heap of books. "Harry? I've thought about what you've said, and I have no idea what I did so wrong-"
"I'm talking to him, Hermione!" Ron snapped, holding out his arm to stop her from walking to him.
"I've got to get to Herbology," Harry replied, turning around.
"Harry! Wait, I want to talk-"
"Will you just shut up a second, Hermione?!" Ron yelled, looking at her. He spun around and faced Harry, who had stopped.
"Well, once you're sorted out your priorities, I hope you still have friends!" she snapped back in a shrill voice.
Ron twisted around and was about to apologize to her when she threw a quill past Ron, hitting Harry on the back. He turned around, and picked up the quill. It was the one he was missing from last night.
"You forgot this!" Hermione said, tears freely running down her face. "And I hope that you get out of this foul mood you're in soon!" she said, and ran away.
Harry looked at her run away. Ron stood there his face agape.
What was happening to their friendship?
