***All of HP belongs to JK, not me, JP. :-D
"Fascinating though your social life undoubtedly is, Miss Granger," said an icy voice right behind us, and all three of us jumped a foot, "I must ask you not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor."
That foul-breathing, stupid lump of a professor, Snape, had edged over to our desk while we were talking. The whole bloody class was staring at us!
"Ah....reading magazines under the table as well?" Snape added, snatching up the magazine. I gritted my teeth to keep from saying something stupid and losing even more points. "A further ten points from Gryffindor.....oh but of course...." Snape's beady, black eyes glittered as they feel on the article. "Potter has to keep up with his press cuttings.."
The Slytherin's laughed like they had just heard the wittiest joke ever, and to my fury, Snape began to read the article aloud. He paused at the end of every sentence to allow the Slytherins a good laugh. Reading about how Hermione and her ugly little Vicky were together was bad enough when I read it silently, on my own. But the way Snape read it, it was like every sentence was being rubbed in my face. Pigwidgeon was out of control now, doing barrel rolls for sure! I wanted to grab the magazine and shove it down Snape's throat.
Finally he finished. "Well, I think I'd separate the three of you, so you can keep your minds on your potions rather than your tangled love lives." Like I even have a love life, I thought. Who'd go for a skinny, red haired git like me? "Weasley, you stay here. Miss Granger, over there, beside Miss Parkinson. Potter- that table in front of my desk. Move. Now."
I saw Hermione walk away to Pansy's seat, with her head high. The rest of Potions, I just ground up the beetles with my pestle, pretending it was Snape's liver, and tried to keep my mind on the work. But I found myself watching Hermione. She doesn't have much patience with Pansy, but she loves teaching (after all the help she gives Harry and I, she'd have to!) and I suppressed a chuckle as she tried to beat some of the concepts of the lesson into Pansy's thick, little head. Old Pig had died down by now, but the anger was still down there in my gut.
Now that I think about it, it might be a bit unreasonable for me to get so worked up. Hermione's a pretty girl, I guess, I mean, I'll admit it, she's looking better every year. And she deserves to have someone care about her. But whenever I see her smile at Krum, with that new smile of hers, what with her front teeth fixed, Pigwidgeon's little owl wings go to work and I just feel like it isn't fair. Since that incident with the article, we haven't talked openly about Krum again, but I know it's coming. If it gets worse than that article, if Hermione actually goes to Krum's for the summer, or if I walk in on them snogging or something crazy like that, what am I going to do? And will I still be able to explain why I'm so jeal- er...why Pig's so bloody crazy down there?
"Fascinating though your social life undoubtedly is, Miss Granger," said an icy voice right behind us, and all three of us jumped a foot, "I must ask you not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor."
That foul-breathing, stupid lump of a professor, Snape, had edged over to our desk while we were talking. The whole bloody class was staring at us!
"Ah....reading magazines under the table as well?" Snape added, snatching up the magazine. I gritted my teeth to keep from saying something stupid and losing even more points. "A further ten points from Gryffindor.....oh but of course...." Snape's beady, black eyes glittered as they feel on the article. "Potter has to keep up with his press cuttings.."
The Slytherin's laughed like they had just heard the wittiest joke ever, and to my fury, Snape began to read the article aloud. He paused at the end of every sentence to allow the Slytherins a good laugh. Reading about how Hermione and her ugly little Vicky were together was bad enough when I read it silently, on my own. But the way Snape read it, it was like every sentence was being rubbed in my face. Pigwidgeon was out of control now, doing barrel rolls for sure! I wanted to grab the magazine and shove it down Snape's throat.
Finally he finished. "Well, I think I'd separate the three of you, so you can keep your minds on your potions rather than your tangled love lives." Like I even have a love life, I thought. Who'd go for a skinny, red haired git like me? "Weasley, you stay here. Miss Granger, over there, beside Miss Parkinson. Potter- that table in front of my desk. Move. Now."
I saw Hermione walk away to Pansy's seat, with her head high. The rest of Potions, I just ground up the beetles with my pestle, pretending it was Snape's liver, and tried to keep my mind on the work. But I found myself watching Hermione. She doesn't have much patience with Pansy, but she loves teaching (after all the help she gives Harry and I, she'd have to!) and I suppressed a chuckle as she tried to beat some of the concepts of the lesson into Pansy's thick, little head. Old Pig had died down by now, but the anger was still down there in my gut.
Now that I think about it, it might be a bit unreasonable for me to get so worked up. Hermione's a pretty girl, I guess, I mean, I'll admit it, she's looking better every year. And she deserves to have someone care about her. But whenever I see her smile at Krum, with that new smile of hers, what with her front teeth fixed, Pigwidgeon's little owl wings go to work and I just feel like it isn't fair. Since that incident with the article, we haven't talked openly about Krum again, but I know it's coming. If it gets worse than that article, if Hermione actually goes to Krum's for the summer, or if I walk in on them snogging or something crazy like that, what am I going to do? And will I still be able to explain why I'm so jeal- er...why Pig's so bloody crazy down there?