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Disclaimer: This is all mine.I wish. Sigh. If only I were J.K.
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"Ageing potion," Snape said, his lip curling.
A vile, greyish looking liquid filled the Professor's cauldron.
Hermione shuddered at the thought of being able to see herself as an old woman. She saw Ron whisper to Harry, and the latter stifled a laugh.
"The Ageing Potion can be potentially dangerous," Snape smirked, eyes glinting maliciously, "And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
The Potions Master smiled at the panicked expression on Neville Longbottom's face.
"If the potion is concocted incorrectly, the effects will not be reversible."
Neville buried his face in his hands.
"Luckily for Longbottom here, you will be working in partners. However, I will pair you all by myself. That way Longbottom won't have Miss Granger telling him what to do."
Hermione blushed as the mention of her name.
"Longbottom, partner Goyle. Weasley and Crabbe. Potter, go with Mr. Malfoy." Snape paused as he reached Hermione, as if he was thinking something over.
"I take that back," He said, "Potter, go with Miss Parkinson. Miss Granger will join Mr. Malfoy. Lets see what a Slytherin Pureblood makes of a Gryffindor Muggle born."
Hermione felt anger welling up inside of her. How dare make he comment on her parents! And to partner her with Malfoy.Furious, she picked up her parchment and bag, and slid into the chair next to him. He had an annoyingly superior look on his face, as if he knew something she didn't. Hermione felt the urge to slap him, as she always did when she got to close. She glanced across at Harry and Ron, and saw that they weren't getting on to well with their partners either. Pansy was making fun of a certain scar, and Crabbe appeared to be picking his nose.
"I guess we're working together, Granger," Malfoy sneered. "Now you'll be able to see how a real wizard works."
"Stuff you," Hermione hissed venomously.
"This project is to be worked on this term, and partners will also need to meet outside of class. Most written work will be done in your own free time. Homework is to find out - in depth Finnigan - about Ageing Potions and their consequences. Minimum two rolls of parchment, in for next lesson."
A unanimous groan erupted from the class. Hermione included - it meant she'd have to meet up with Malfoy. 'Great start to the year,' She thought. 'Things couldn't possibly get any better.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Disclaimer: This is all mine.I wish. Sigh. If only I were J.K.
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"Ageing potion," Snape said, his lip curling.
A vile, greyish looking liquid filled the Professor's cauldron.
Hermione shuddered at the thought of being able to see herself as an old woman. She saw Ron whisper to Harry, and the latter stifled a laugh.
"The Ageing Potion can be potentially dangerous," Snape smirked, eyes glinting maliciously, "And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
The Potions Master smiled at the panicked expression on Neville Longbottom's face.
"If the potion is concocted incorrectly, the effects will not be reversible."
Neville buried his face in his hands.
"Luckily for Longbottom here, you will be working in partners. However, I will pair you all by myself. That way Longbottom won't have Miss Granger telling him what to do."
Hermione blushed as the mention of her name.
"Longbottom, partner Goyle. Weasley and Crabbe. Potter, go with Mr. Malfoy." Snape paused as he reached Hermione, as if he was thinking something over.
"I take that back," He said, "Potter, go with Miss Parkinson. Miss Granger will join Mr. Malfoy. Lets see what a Slytherin Pureblood makes of a Gryffindor Muggle born."
Hermione felt anger welling up inside of her. How dare make he comment on her parents! And to partner her with Malfoy.Furious, she picked up her parchment and bag, and slid into the chair next to him. He had an annoyingly superior look on his face, as if he knew something she didn't. Hermione felt the urge to slap him, as she always did when she got to close. She glanced across at Harry and Ron, and saw that they weren't getting on to well with their partners either. Pansy was making fun of a certain scar, and Crabbe appeared to be picking his nose.
"I guess we're working together, Granger," Malfoy sneered. "Now you'll be able to see how a real wizard works."
"Stuff you," Hermione hissed venomously.
"This project is to be worked on this term, and partners will also need to meet outside of class. Most written work will be done in your own free time. Homework is to find out - in depth Finnigan - about Ageing Potions and their consequences. Minimum two rolls of parchment, in for next lesson."
A unanimous groan erupted from the class. Hermione included - it meant she'd have to meet up with Malfoy. 'Great start to the year,' She thought. 'Things couldn't possibly get any better.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------