Hermione Granger strode calmly down the halls and corridors. Kids
were whizzing by her, in a hurry to get to their next class. She was in no
hurry. No, she was always punctual, nothing to worry about. She glided into
Potions and took her spot right next to Harry.
"You're late Granger. 10 points from Gryfindor." Said Snape in an acidic tone, not even glancing up. It was just as much of a habit to Snape to call her late, as it used to be for her to rush into class at the last minute, huffing and puffing under an oversized pile of books. He had not gotten used to the New Hermione yet. Hermione frowned. She was never late.
"No, I still have 3, 2, 1.." She said just as the last grains of sand slipped out of her enchanted hourglass. Snape glared at her with disgust, rolling his eyes. He swept to the front of the classroom and started giving instructions in a voice that was as greasy and oily as his hair.
"Now, pay attention, I will not repeat myself. We're going to make a Jestrium Alos potion. Who knows what that is?" he asked, looking confidently at the Slytherins. "And Granger, please do let those that actually haven't answered every single question I've ever asked have a chance." He remarked snidely.
"My hand wasn't up, Professor." Answered Hermione, in a controlled voice. Snape looked up with surprise, but quickly hid it and went back to interrogating the rest of the class. There was no apology, as none was expected.
"No one knows what a Jestrium Alos potion is? Time to wake up, it's not summer anymore. I will not hold your hands in this class. Get out your books and look!" he called out sharply. Hermione raised her hand with a placid look on her face as everybody scrambled to open their books.
"What is it, Granger? I you didn't seem to have known the answer when I called on you last. No doubt you were cheating" Snape spit at her.
"No sir, you didn't call on me, I wasn't asking to be called on. I do know the answer. Jestrium Alos is a potion that will give a person the ability to communicate with small creatures" she said. An icy scowl darkened Snape's features.
"Well, that took you long enough to clear up for us, Granger. I guess you weren't buried in your books ALL summer. Maybe that brain of yours is getting rusty." He said cruelly. All of the Slytherins laughed in high voices. The Gryfindors all felt the heat rising to their cheeks in anger, waiting for Hermione to remark. She, however, stayed calm, her expression didn't change.
"Well, at least I did study; I see however that your famed Slytherins didn't have anything to say. Maybe it's not me, Professor." Snape was fuming!
"Ten points from Gryfindor for insolence!" he snapped. His face contorted itself into a cruel smile. "And.. Just for that remark, I will be picking the partners for this next project." Loud groans were heard from both sides of the room. The Slytherins all glared venomously at Hermione, but she didn't seem to notice.
"You will all be paired up, and assigned to make this potion over the next two months. You will have to write a research paper, 9 parchments long, and an essay on the results and what you've learned, 14 parchments long." The entire class groaned even louder. "Potter...Goyle; Weasley...Parkison; Longbottem...Crabbe; Granger.Malfoy." Hermione's face fell 6 feet. TWO MONTHS?? Stuck with that arrogant bastard, MALFOY???? Argh, how am I going to survive?? "Oh yes and Granger, Draco? Dumbledore wants to see you in his office after class. Go straight there, no side trailing."
The entire class walked out with heavy hearts. "Hey, good look Hermione." Said Harry, placing a comforting hand around her shoulders. "YEAH! I can't believe Snape stuck you with that git Malfoy!" yelled Ron.
"Well, I can't believe he stuck me with the mudblood either," came a drawl from behind the trio. They whirled around and saw Malfoy standing there with his cronies: Crabbe and Goyle. "Well, if it isn't Granger and her two boyfriends? How long has it been since your last fuck, 1, 2 hours?" he asked, smirking cruelly. "Why you son of a bitch!" Ron yelled, lunging at Draco. Harry had to hold him back, as Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, maybe we could all double date sometime. My 2 boyfriends, and yours." She replied, gesturing at Crabbe and Goyle. "Or do you have more important ass fucks to contemplate?" Draco turned a light shade of pink. "No one, EVER insults a Malfoy like that and gets away with it. Watch your back, mudblood." He growled, turning around and stalking angrily down the hall, with Crabbe and Goyle on his heels like over grown puppies. "That was great Hermione. That stuck up bastard deserved that. But I'm worried. If he says anything to you, tell us and we'll break his jaw, ok?" asked Harry in concern. "Don't worry guys, I can take care of myself. I've got big plans for Draco Malfoy." She said, mysteriously and headed for Dumbledore's office.
"You're late Granger. 10 points from Gryfindor." Said Snape in an acidic tone, not even glancing up. It was just as much of a habit to Snape to call her late, as it used to be for her to rush into class at the last minute, huffing and puffing under an oversized pile of books. He had not gotten used to the New Hermione yet. Hermione frowned. She was never late.
"No, I still have 3, 2, 1.." She said just as the last grains of sand slipped out of her enchanted hourglass. Snape glared at her with disgust, rolling his eyes. He swept to the front of the classroom and started giving instructions in a voice that was as greasy and oily as his hair.
"Now, pay attention, I will not repeat myself. We're going to make a Jestrium Alos potion. Who knows what that is?" he asked, looking confidently at the Slytherins. "And Granger, please do let those that actually haven't answered every single question I've ever asked have a chance." He remarked snidely.
"My hand wasn't up, Professor." Answered Hermione, in a controlled voice. Snape looked up with surprise, but quickly hid it and went back to interrogating the rest of the class. There was no apology, as none was expected.
"No one knows what a Jestrium Alos potion is? Time to wake up, it's not summer anymore. I will not hold your hands in this class. Get out your books and look!" he called out sharply. Hermione raised her hand with a placid look on her face as everybody scrambled to open their books.
"What is it, Granger? I you didn't seem to have known the answer when I called on you last. No doubt you were cheating" Snape spit at her.
"No sir, you didn't call on me, I wasn't asking to be called on. I do know the answer. Jestrium Alos is a potion that will give a person the ability to communicate with small creatures" she said. An icy scowl darkened Snape's features.
"Well, that took you long enough to clear up for us, Granger. I guess you weren't buried in your books ALL summer. Maybe that brain of yours is getting rusty." He said cruelly. All of the Slytherins laughed in high voices. The Gryfindors all felt the heat rising to their cheeks in anger, waiting for Hermione to remark. She, however, stayed calm, her expression didn't change.
"Well, at least I did study; I see however that your famed Slytherins didn't have anything to say. Maybe it's not me, Professor." Snape was fuming!
"Ten points from Gryfindor for insolence!" he snapped. His face contorted itself into a cruel smile. "And.. Just for that remark, I will be picking the partners for this next project." Loud groans were heard from both sides of the room. The Slytherins all glared venomously at Hermione, but she didn't seem to notice.
"You will all be paired up, and assigned to make this potion over the next two months. You will have to write a research paper, 9 parchments long, and an essay on the results and what you've learned, 14 parchments long." The entire class groaned even louder. "Potter...Goyle; Weasley...Parkison; Longbottem...Crabbe; Granger.Malfoy." Hermione's face fell 6 feet. TWO MONTHS?? Stuck with that arrogant bastard, MALFOY???? Argh, how am I going to survive?? "Oh yes and Granger, Draco? Dumbledore wants to see you in his office after class. Go straight there, no side trailing."
The entire class walked out with heavy hearts. "Hey, good look Hermione." Said Harry, placing a comforting hand around her shoulders. "YEAH! I can't believe Snape stuck you with that git Malfoy!" yelled Ron.
"Well, I can't believe he stuck me with the mudblood either," came a drawl from behind the trio. They whirled around and saw Malfoy standing there with his cronies: Crabbe and Goyle. "Well, if it isn't Granger and her two boyfriends? How long has it been since your last fuck, 1, 2 hours?" he asked, smirking cruelly. "Why you son of a bitch!" Ron yelled, lunging at Draco. Harry had to hold him back, as Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, maybe we could all double date sometime. My 2 boyfriends, and yours." She replied, gesturing at Crabbe and Goyle. "Or do you have more important ass fucks to contemplate?" Draco turned a light shade of pink. "No one, EVER insults a Malfoy like that and gets away with it. Watch your back, mudblood." He growled, turning around and stalking angrily down the hall, with Crabbe and Goyle on his heels like over grown puppies. "That was great Hermione. That stuck up bastard deserved that. But I'm worried. If he says anything to you, tell us and we'll break his jaw, ok?" asked Harry in concern. "Don't worry guys, I can take care of myself. I've got big plans for Draco Malfoy." She said, mysteriously and headed for Dumbledore's office.