Things were relatively normal for Hermione after that day. She, Harry and
Ron were getting along. They weren't forgetting that she was one of their
best friends anymore. But something was still wrong no matter how much she
tried, she still felt empty inside.
She was an actress. She had gotten used to putting on her "show". She was supposedly happy during the day and miserable at night. In fact she was miserable all day; she just didn't let anyone no it.
She had not forgotten about her long lost friend. The book she poured her heart and soul into. She longed to have it back. The embarrassment of losing and the possibility of someone finding had subsided. She just wanted it back, she didn't care if who had it knew she wrote it anymore. She missed her confidant.
If she had been more careful and observant she would have noticed that someone did indeed have her book. Someone she did not want to have it.
She walked to potions with Harry and Ron. It was Friday and they had double potions with the Slytherins. Something they all loathed. They loathed both the Slytherins and Professor Snape.
"Good Afternoon Class, today we will be covering, Polyjuice Potion." Snape looked at Hermione, Ron and Harry as he said "Polyjuice Potion".
"Since it is extremely difficult and it would take a month to brew, we will not be brewing it. Although some of you already have."
The three of them kept their eyes away from Snape's direction. Even though it seemed he already knew that they indeed had brewed the potion before; they did not want to let him know even if he didn't.
"Ms. Granger, why is it that when I mention that particular potion you look the guiltiest out of all of my students? Could it be that you of all people brewed it before?"
But Professor Snape hadn't a clue to which it was; he just wanted to scare the students a little. Yes, that's what it was, to scare them. "No, Professor. I haven't a clue to what you're talking about." She said this with the confidence and grace she had mastered while lying to her friends.
"I hope not Ms. Granger. We wouldn't want you expelled. Now do we?"
"Of course not, Professor."
Professor Snape turned his attention away from her and continued with his lesson.
As the students were taking notes Snape realized he held the attention of every student but one.
"Mr. Malfoy must we make this an everyday ordeal? What may I ask are you so interested in today? More poetry perhaps?"
"No sir."
"Well what was it you were paying attention to?" He saw Draco glance at Hermione for a second and decided to press the subject further.
"Well speak up boy. I'm sure Ms. Granger would like to know who was looking at her."
Hermione simply did not look up at anyone. She could hear whispers arising around her but she only stared at her paper. She had felt someone's gaze upon her while she was taking notes but was too afraid that Snape would jump at the chance to embarrass her yet again. And he did only this time it wasn't her fault; it was Draco's.
"Newt got your tongue?"
Draco was thoroughly angered now. He was turning the deep shade of red that the Weasly family passed down from generation to generation. Without thinking about what he was doing he shoved his things into his bag and exited the classroom.
He didn't even hear Professor Snape as he stormed out of the classroom.
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"Can you believe that worm just got away with storming out of class like that?" Ron inquired.
"No. But he's Draco Malfoy and it WAS Professor Snape's class." Harry said.
"Slimy git, always gets away with murder in that class. And no one stops him."
Hermione wasn't listening to their complaints about the pale-faced boy, instead she was thinking about what happened.
The fact he didn't protest when Snape accused of him of such a "horrid act" as Draco, No Malfoy, would have put it. It didn't strike her as odd until they were out of class. Even then it was like a daze.
She didn't understand why he didn't jump at the chance to call her an awful name like he always did.
She was an actress. She had gotten used to putting on her "show". She was supposedly happy during the day and miserable at night. In fact she was miserable all day; she just didn't let anyone no it.
She had not forgotten about her long lost friend. The book she poured her heart and soul into. She longed to have it back. The embarrassment of losing and the possibility of someone finding had subsided. She just wanted it back, she didn't care if who had it knew she wrote it anymore. She missed her confidant.
If she had been more careful and observant she would have noticed that someone did indeed have her book. Someone she did not want to have it.
She walked to potions with Harry and Ron. It was Friday and they had double potions with the Slytherins. Something they all loathed. They loathed both the Slytherins and Professor Snape.
"Good Afternoon Class, today we will be covering, Polyjuice Potion." Snape looked at Hermione, Ron and Harry as he said "Polyjuice Potion".
"Since it is extremely difficult and it would take a month to brew, we will not be brewing it. Although some of you already have."
The three of them kept their eyes away from Snape's direction. Even though it seemed he already knew that they indeed had brewed the potion before; they did not want to let him know even if he didn't.
"Ms. Granger, why is it that when I mention that particular potion you look the guiltiest out of all of my students? Could it be that you of all people brewed it before?"
But Professor Snape hadn't a clue to which it was; he just wanted to scare the students a little. Yes, that's what it was, to scare them. "No, Professor. I haven't a clue to what you're talking about." She said this with the confidence and grace she had mastered while lying to her friends.
"I hope not Ms. Granger. We wouldn't want you expelled. Now do we?"
"Of course not, Professor."
Professor Snape turned his attention away from her and continued with his lesson.
As the students were taking notes Snape realized he held the attention of every student but one.
"Mr. Malfoy must we make this an everyday ordeal? What may I ask are you so interested in today? More poetry perhaps?"
"No sir."
"Well what was it you were paying attention to?" He saw Draco glance at Hermione for a second and decided to press the subject further.
"Well speak up boy. I'm sure Ms. Granger would like to know who was looking at her."
Hermione simply did not look up at anyone. She could hear whispers arising around her but she only stared at her paper. She had felt someone's gaze upon her while she was taking notes but was too afraid that Snape would jump at the chance to embarrass her yet again. And he did only this time it wasn't her fault; it was Draco's.
"Newt got your tongue?"
Draco was thoroughly angered now. He was turning the deep shade of red that the Weasly family passed down from generation to generation. Without thinking about what he was doing he shoved his things into his bag and exited the classroom.
He didn't even hear Professor Snape as he stormed out of the classroom.
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"Can you believe that worm just got away with storming out of class like that?" Ron inquired.
"No. But he's Draco Malfoy and it WAS Professor Snape's class." Harry said.
"Slimy git, always gets away with murder in that class. And no one stops him."
Hermione wasn't listening to their complaints about the pale-faced boy, instead she was thinking about what happened.
The fact he didn't protest when Snape accused of him of such a "horrid act" as Draco, No Malfoy, would have put it. It didn't strike her as odd until they were out of class. Even then it was like a daze.
She didn't understand why he didn't jump at the chance to call her an awful name like he always did.