Chapter Three - Bad Luck
"Fifth years! Your weekly time tables are available back at the common room. If you wish, you can go and collect yours now." Percy Weasley demanded in his prefect tone.
"Let's go!" Hermione said as her eyes lit up.
"Now?" Ron protested, "I want to go and watch Quidditch. It's the final practice, you don't want me to miss it, do you?"
"Well, you can go and Harry can come with me." She said, sounding annoyed. Harry hesitated. Hermione is a bit obsessed with school work.
"Hermione! What's got in to you! Harry belongs to the school Quidditch team!?" Ron bellowed.
"Whatever." With that, Hermione stormed off towards the flight of stairs.
Why can't they forget about sports, for once and concentrate on school, Hermione thought silently. I hope Ginny's at the dorm, otherwise I have no one to talk to.
"Honey comb!"
"Yep, that's the password."
The fat lady swung open and reviewed a hole that leaded to the Gryffindor common room. The common room was unmistakably empty.
"Obviously no one bothered to come up here." Hermione said to herself. She looked around the room and searched for the big pile of time tables. Finally, she discovered it among a hug pile of Fred and George's Magical Fireworks.
"Here we go." Hermione yanked a sheet of thin parchment with 'Hermione Granger' written in capital letters. She started to go through the list, saying it out one by one.
"Monday - Biology with Professor Sprout, good. Astrology with Professor Trelawny, boring. Transfiguration - Professor McGonagall, yes! Dark Arts with Professor Snape. W-what! Dark Arts! SNAPE?"
"Yep, that's right." A gloomy voice startled Hermione. She turned around and discovered a tall red head.
"Oh hi, George. I didn't see you. Um. what did you mean just then. A-about Snape?"
"Oh, haven't you heard? Dumbledore couldn't find another Against Dark Arts teacher this year because everyone was afraid. It's probably about the events in the past few years associated with it, so he gave it to Snape as a kind gesture, as he had been after that job for ages." George signed, his face twisted in a frown.
"Ron wouldn't be very happy about this." Hermione added.
"Yep, Harry wouldn't either." The miserable red head agreed.
Hermione scanned the rest of the thin parchment.
"Oh no! I think they are going to have fit! Look at this!" Hermione thrust the paper to George. "Five Against Arts lesson and two potions lesson! That adds up to seven lessons with that Snape! How can things get any worse!"
Harry sat on his bed in shock. He held a thin, crisp parchment with his name written in gold, capital letters.
"I hate you Snape!" Harry hissed.
"I hate you too, Snape!" an angry reply came from the bed next to his. Its curtains drew opened and Ron's flushed face appeared. Harry looked at his best friend in disgust.
"I am going to bed." He announced. And with that, Harry drew his curtain shut and said goodnight to Ron.
"Good night, Harry." Was the reply.
"Fifth years! Your weekly time tables are available back at the common room. If you wish, you can go and collect yours now." Percy Weasley demanded in his prefect tone.
"Let's go!" Hermione said as her eyes lit up.
"Now?" Ron protested, "I want to go and watch Quidditch. It's the final practice, you don't want me to miss it, do you?"
"Well, you can go and Harry can come with me." She said, sounding annoyed. Harry hesitated. Hermione is a bit obsessed with school work.
"Hermione! What's got in to you! Harry belongs to the school Quidditch team!?" Ron bellowed.
"Whatever." With that, Hermione stormed off towards the flight of stairs.
Why can't they forget about sports, for once and concentrate on school, Hermione thought silently. I hope Ginny's at the dorm, otherwise I have no one to talk to.
"Honey comb!"
"Yep, that's the password."
The fat lady swung open and reviewed a hole that leaded to the Gryffindor common room. The common room was unmistakably empty.
"Obviously no one bothered to come up here." Hermione said to herself. She looked around the room and searched for the big pile of time tables. Finally, she discovered it among a hug pile of Fred and George's Magical Fireworks.
"Here we go." Hermione yanked a sheet of thin parchment with 'Hermione Granger' written in capital letters. She started to go through the list, saying it out one by one.
"Monday - Biology with Professor Sprout, good. Astrology with Professor Trelawny, boring. Transfiguration - Professor McGonagall, yes! Dark Arts with Professor Snape. W-what! Dark Arts! SNAPE?"
"Yep, that's right." A gloomy voice startled Hermione. She turned around and discovered a tall red head.
"Oh hi, George. I didn't see you. Um. what did you mean just then. A-about Snape?"
"Oh, haven't you heard? Dumbledore couldn't find another Against Dark Arts teacher this year because everyone was afraid. It's probably about the events in the past few years associated with it, so he gave it to Snape as a kind gesture, as he had been after that job for ages." George signed, his face twisted in a frown.
"Ron wouldn't be very happy about this." Hermione added.
"Yep, Harry wouldn't either." The miserable red head agreed.
Hermione scanned the rest of the thin parchment.
"Oh no! I think they are going to have fit! Look at this!" Hermione thrust the paper to George. "Five Against Arts lesson and two potions lesson! That adds up to seven lessons with that Snape! How can things get any worse!"
Harry sat on his bed in shock. He held a thin, crisp parchment with his name written in gold, capital letters.
"I hate you Snape!" Harry hissed.
"I hate you too, Snape!" an angry reply came from the bed next to his. Its curtains drew opened and Ron's flushed face appeared. Harry looked at his best friend in disgust.
"I am going to bed." He announced. And with that, Harry drew his curtain shut and said goodnight to Ron.
"Good night, Harry." Was the reply.