"Now, who can tell me why pixies are so dangerous?" There was silence in the classroom. "Anyone? Miss Granger, surely you can enlighten us."
"If I were to answer that Professor, it would be detremental to the other students learning abilities. I would appreciate it if you did not insist that I can answer for all my classmates."
Harry's expression was one Colin Creevey would have loved to captured on film. In fact, the expression on any person in the class, besides Hermione, would have made for very interesting photographs. The silence lasted several long arduous minutes. When the professor recovered, attention was quickly diverted from Hermione's last statement.
"Well, er, as anyone can tell you, pixies are mischievous, and love to torment and tease other creatures. The range of creatures include horses, humans, and even spiders."
As the professor carried on with the lecture, Hermione stopped listening. She had read the chapter, and she knew all that she would learn from this class. Twirling a piece of hair around her finger, Hermione contemplated her situation.
Nothing was going right. Her classes held no more appeal than eating worms. She found the only break from the monotony of the day on Mondays when the others had Divination, but her Arithmancy class ended a half-hour early. She would go outside and sit on the grass, waiting for the beginning of the next class to pull her back into the boredom of everyday life.
When the professor excused the class, Harry instantly cornered Hermione outside the room. Ron stood at his side, arms folded across his chest. Giving a sigh, Hermione asked,
"Yes?"
"What was that about Hermione? You love to answer the teacher's questions! Snape's getting to you, isn't he?"
"No, he isn't! For your information, he's a very considerate partner, and I haven't heard a single word of reprimand from him yet."
"That I don't believe," Harry said, scowling. "If he isn't the problem, then what is? I've never seen you so grumpy."
"Maybe the problem is none of your business!" Hermione snapped. "Now, I'd appreciate it if you would leave me be!"
Hermione did not stay to hear what Harry would say. Angry, sad, and in all, utterly miserable, she had no wish to hear the critisism. Nor did she want to answer all those questions. Eyes spilling over, she was not watching where she was going.
"Miss Granger, if this is the way you greet everyone, I would suggest you rethink the meaning some strangers would assign this gesture."
"Sorry," Hermione murmured, not wanting to show her face to the Potions Master. Not only was she crying, but now she was red from the embarrassment of nearly mowing down a teacher.
"Are you crying, Miss Granger?"
"Yes," Hermione said, through gritted teeth. Great, now she had given him the perfect oppurtunity to humiliate her even more.
"Come with me. I believe I have a potion to cure that. And five points from Gryffindor for your carelessness."
"If I were to answer that Professor, it would be detremental to the other students learning abilities. I would appreciate it if you did not insist that I can answer for all my classmates."
Harry's expression was one Colin Creevey would have loved to captured on film. In fact, the expression on any person in the class, besides Hermione, would have made for very interesting photographs. The silence lasted several long arduous minutes. When the professor recovered, attention was quickly diverted from Hermione's last statement.
"Well, er, as anyone can tell you, pixies are mischievous, and love to torment and tease other creatures. The range of creatures include horses, humans, and even spiders."
As the professor carried on with the lecture, Hermione stopped listening. She had read the chapter, and she knew all that she would learn from this class. Twirling a piece of hair around her finger, Hermione contemplated her situation.
Nothing was going right. Her classes held no more appeal than eating worms. She found the only break from the monotony of the day on Mondays when the others had Divination, but her Arithmancy class ended a half-hour early. She would go outside and sit on the grass, waiting for the beginning of the next class to pull her back into the boredom of everyday life.
When the professor excused the class, Harry instantly cornered Hermione outside the room. Ron stood at his side, arms folded across his chest. Giving a sigh, Hermione asked,
"Yes?"
"What was that about Hermione? You love to answer the teacher's questions! Snape's getting to you, isn't he?"
"No, he isn't! For your information, he's a very considerate partner, and I haven't heard a single word of reprimand from him yet."
"That I don't believe," Harry said, scowling. "If he isn't the problem, then what is? I've never seen you so grumpy."
"Maybe the problem is none of your business!" Hermione snapped. "Now, I'd appreciate it if you would leave me be!"
Hermione did not stay to hear what Harry would say. Angry, sad, and in all, utterly miserable, she had no wish to hear the critisism. Nor did she want to answer all those questions. Eyes spilling over, she was not watching where she was going.
"Miss Granger, if this is the way you greet everyone, I would suggest you rethink the meaning some strangers would assign this gesture."
"Sorry," Hermione murmured, not wanting to show her face to the Potions Master. Not only was she crying, but now she was red from the embarrassment of nearly mowing down a teacher.
"Are you crying, Miss Granger?"
"Yes," Hermione said, through gritted teeth. Great, now she had given him the perfect oppurtunity to humiliate her even more.
"Come with me. I believe I have a potion to cure that. And five points from Gryffindor for your carelessness."