b Serendipity - Retribution /b
By: Samantha Louise Chadwick (yopgi-chunsa)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story line and any new characters or stuff you don't recognize.
Summary: Hermione's in her 7th year. Draco seems to have taken a liking towards her. Draco's secret twin sister has come to Hogwarts, is Ron falling for her? Voldermorts on the revenge list, and what have two gods got to do with it?
Setting: Hogwarts, 7th year.
A/N : Oks this is the rest of the potion lesson! And for all those that don't like pansy, too bad! :P I like pansy, I reckon she's just misunderstood, and in my fic she's nice pansy! : )
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Chapter.5
As soon as everyone had gotten themselves into pairs Snape continued with the instructions in a bored tone. "The gryffindors will collect the supplies, and then depending on what the slytherin chooses, 1 of you will prepare the ingredients, the other will brew the potion." Snape turned and started to hastily write down the steps of the potion and the ingredients on the black board.
"Well Malfoy " said Hermione frostily, she was still a bit pissed about what he had said earlier, "What do you want to do? Prepare the ingredients, or brew the potion?" "Neither" he replied with a smirk. Hoping his remark would piss her off, he succeeded. "Alrighty then, my choice, I choose brewing the potion." Hermione said jadedly. Draco scowled at her, she wasn't supposed to say that! " What ever, brain.". Hermione smiled at him, causing him to look at her in shock. 'I think I've lost my touch' he concluded.
He slowly dragged him self up and out of his seat, heading towards the front to collect the ingredients. Watching as everyone else was running around frantically trying to get their potions done in record time. Whilst he was doing that Hermione had found her cauldron in her bag and engorgiod it to just the right size. She sat down and stared into space while she waited for Draco to hand her the ingredients, she was hoping desperately that they wouldn't manage to screw up the potion. Chopping furiously Draco nearly cut his fingers a few times, he thrust the chopped herbs into Hermione's hand with a scowl and then continued with the work. During the whole process of brewing the potion Draco just couldn't help from slipping in a few snide remarks to Hermione, she was really getting on his nerves. "bitch" he muttered under his breath.
On the other side of the room things were going quiet differently for Harry and Pansy. Pansy had kindly offered to do the job Harry didn't want to. As Harry fetched the ingredients she started humming a soft melodic tune whilst setting up. At first the two worked in silence, but a strange comfortable silence. Pansy smiled at Harry as she added the last ingredient. "Almost done now, and we haven't managed to stuff up! We've just got to stir it and let it simmer." They both sat down, and looked around the room, until Harry couldn't stand the silence any more. "So how were your holidays?" he asked interestedly, he had no idea what Pansy would do in her holidays. Pansy turned to Harry startled, she had never expected Harry Potter to be so nice to her. 'I guess I misjudged him my first year'. "I'd rather not talk about them." She said quietly, not wanting to lie to Harry. He looked at her puzzled, it hadn't really been the answer he was expecting, but he shrugged it off and tried to find another topic of conversation. Quidditch. "Who do you think will win the Quidditch cup this year..?"
Else where in the room Ron and Daria weren't doing too well. Ron couldn't concentrate, he kept thinking about Daria, and by now she was starting to get pretty annoyed. "Ron!" she said exasperatedly, "don't start daydreaming! You need to keep brewing the potion!" Ron shook his head, then blushed a deep shade of red "Sorry" he mumbled, as he stirred the potion, but yet again his thoughts started to wander. The noise of the room seemed to disappear, and all he could hear was his heart beating, and the soft breath of Daria. Daria, beautiful Daria. He wished with all his heart at that moment that he could just. "RON!" Shouted Daria as she noticed he was about to screw up the potion. Ron came back to reality with a jolt, and blushing a deep red again mumbled "sorry" in apology. Daria shook her head, ' he must be really out of it today.'
A large boom issued from some where in the room, and everyone turned to see Neville standing next to a melting cauldron, shaking from head to toe, and with scorch marks all over. The room filled with a rather pungent smell, causing a few students to gag and hold their breaths. Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste and watched as purple smoke floated from the cauldron and out the open window. His partner, Millicent Bulstrode was walking towards him from across the room, looking as if she was about to beat the crap out of him, but Snape quickly diverted any more trouble. "Longbottom, yet again you manage to screw up a potion, though I am not surprised. You fail, but still need to take the potion, is anyone kind enough to lend some to Longbottom and Bulstrode?" he sneered in a loud deadly whisper. Millicent gaped at Snape in shock "Do I fail too sir!?" she screeched. Snape flinched, but replied with " well since it was evidently not your fault, you shall pass. Now is anyone going to share some of their potion!?!"
Hermione's hand shot up instantly, and Snape glared at her in contempt. She had anticipated this happening, and had brewed extra just in case. "Th-th- thanks Hermione" Neville stuttered with a grateful smile as he tried to escape the presence of Snape.
Not more then 15 minutes later Snape rose from his chair and announced that there time was up. Everyone had managed to complete their potions. Everyone that is, except for Neville and Millicent. "I'm actually quite pleased with today's results, everything went according to plan, with the exception of Longbottoms potion, not that that hadn't been anticipated anyway, I suppose bad habits are hard to break, particularly yours Longbottom." The Gryffindors looked at Neville in sympathy whilst the majority of Slytherins smirked in mirth. Millicent was sulking in the corner, and Pansy was frowning, unnoticed, at Snape. "Now in 10 minutes time we shall be testing the potion, and I shall be recording your auras" finished Snape with a slight smile. He was actually interested in what each student's auras would be.
There was a mad frantic rush as everyone ran around the room trying to get their potions ready for testing. Hermione was starting to feel nervous, there was still the possibility she had stuffed up, even though she had checked and re checked several times. "Don't worry Granger, you didn't stuff up." Draco tried to say in a not so reassuring voice, but failed miserably. Hermione smiled at him gratefully, and took 3 deep breaths. The room became quiet, and Snapes voice floated out softly but demandingly. "Potter, Parkinson, you two first." Pansy stood up, with a trace of a smile on her lips, and gulped down the potion, pulling a face as the full force of the taste hit her. Snape looked at her, then down at his paper. He then gasped suddenly and looked back up at Pansy with wide eyes. "What is it sir?" Pansy asked with doubt in her voice. "N- nothing" replied Snape trying to keep a calm voice, but Hermione noticed his falter. She looked at him suspiciously. His forehead was sweating, and his hair looked greasier then ever. His face was calm, and only his eyes gave him away. They looked panicked. He ferociously scribbled something down on his scroll, and then looked towards Harry expectantly.
Taking the hint, Harry slowly raised the flask to his mouth, and after taking a cautious sniff, downed the contents. Snape looked Harry up and down, analyzing every detail. He had expected Harry's aura to be as such, showing the importance of his life, but Pansy's had been a complete and utter surprise. Who knew that Pansy would have such an important role to play? Well Snape did now, though he did not know exactly how important her role would be, or what it would be for. Snape wrote down his notes, and then looked around the room, searching for another victim.
Snape smirked slightly, "Longbottem" he said in a deadly whisper. Hermione smiled at him sympathetically and handed him a vial of the potion. Neville knew he could trust Hermione, she never made mistakes. He quickly downed the contents then looked towards Snape nervously. Snape looked completely flabbergasted at what he saw. How could Neville possibly have an aura suggesting he had the potential to become a potions master? Snape shut his mouth with an audible click and glared at Neville ordering him to sit down. He started to go through the rest of the class. Goyle, Crabbe, Bullstrode, Dean, Finnigan, Brown, everything average and normal. He slowly made his way around to the last four. Hermione, Draco, Daria and Ron. It was nearly the end of lesson so he told them to all take the potion at the same time. Ron almost gagged as he swallowed the potion. "Eurgh!!" sounded Ron. All this was too much for Snape. He looked at their aura's, shouted "10 points from Gryffindor.. class dismissed" then fainted on the ground.
The class stared at him with open mouths, well everyone except Draco that is. Who simply grabbed his bag and stepped over Snape, continuing out the door. "Prat!" Hermione muttered towards his retreating form, "Honestly what is everyone standing here for! Some one fetch Madam Pommfery!" Harry nodded quickly and ran out the door, followed by Pansy Parkinson. "What happened?" asked Ron. Hermione shook her head. "I've got no idea. Ok everyone time to leave!" She shooed everyone except Ron and Daria out of the room. With disappointed glances and mutters everyone left, some makings sure to 'accidentally' kick Snape on their way out getting them a furious glare from Hermione.
By: Samantha Louise Chadwick (yopgi-chunsa)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story line and any new characters or stuff you don't recognize.
Summary: Hermione's in her 7th year. Draco seems to have taken a liking towards her. Draco's secret twin sister has come to Hogwarts, is Ron falling for her? Voldermorts on the revenge list, and what have two gods got to do with it?
Setting: Hogwarts, 7th year.
A/N : Oks this is the rest of the potion lesson! And for all those that don't like pansy, too bad! :P I like pansy, I reckon she's just misunderstood, and in my fic she's nice pansy! : )
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Chapter.5
As soon as everyone had gotten themselves into pairs Snape continued with the instructions in a bored tone. "The gryffindors will collect the supplies, and then depending on what the slytherin chooses, 1 of you will prepare the ingredients, the other will brew the potion." Snape turned and started to hastily write down the steps of the potion and the ingredients on the black board.
"Well Malfoy " said Hermione frostily, she was still a bit pissed about what he had said earlier, "What do you want to do? Prepare the ingredients, or brew the potion?" "Neither" he replied with a smirk. Hoping his remark would piss her off, he succeeded. "Alrighty then, my choice, I choose brewing the potion." Hermione said jadedly. Draco scowled at her, she wasn't supposed to say that! " What ever, brain.". Hermione smiled at him, causing him to look at her in shock. 'I think I've lost my touch' he concluded.
He slowly dragged him self up and out of his seat, heading towards the front to collect the ingredients. Watching as everyone else was running around frantically trying to get their potions done in record time. Whilst he was doing that Hermione had found her cauldron in her bag and engorgiod it to just the right size. She sat down and stared into space while she waited for Draco to hand her the ingredients, she was hoping desperately that they wouldn't manage to screw up the potion. Chopping furiously Draco nearly cut his fingers a few times, he thrust the chopped herbs into Hermione's hand with a scowl and then continued with the work. During the whole process of brewing the potion Draco just couldn't help from slipping in a few snide remarks to Hermione, she was really getting on his nerves. "bitch" he muttered under his breath.
On the other side of the room things were going quiet differently for Harry and Pansy. Pansy had kindly offered to do the job Harry didn't want to. As Harry fetched the ingredients she started humming a soft melodic tune whilst setting up. At first the two worked in silence, but a strange comfortable silence. Pansy smiled at Harry as she added the last ingredient. "Almost done now, and we haven't managed to stuff up! We've just got to stir it and let it simmer." They both sat down, and looked around the room, until Harry couldn't stand the silence any more. "So how were your holidays?" he asked interestedly, he had no idea what Pansy would do in her holidays. Pansy turned to Harry startled, she had never expected Harry Potter to be so nice to her. 'I guess I misjudged him my first year'. "I'd rather not talk about them." She said quietly, not wanting to lie to Harry. He looked at her puzzled, it hadn't really been the answer he was expecting, but he shrugged it off and tried to find another topic of conversation. Quidditch. "Who do you think will win the Quidditch cup this year..?"
Else where in the room Ron and Daria weren't doing too well. Ron couldn't concentrate, he kept thinking about Daria, and by now she was starting to get pretty annoyed. "Ron!" she said exasperatedly, "don't start daydreaming! You need to keep brewing the potion!" Ron shook his head, then blushed a deep shade of red "Sorry" he mumbled, as he stirred the potion, but yet again his thoughts started to wander. The noise of the room seemed to disappear, and all he could hear was his heart beating, and the soft breath of Daria. Daria, beautiful Daria. He wished with all his heart at that moment that he could just. "RON!" Shouted Daria as she noticed he was about to screw up the potion. Ron came back to reality with a jolt, and blushing a deep red again mumbled "sorry" in apology. Daria shook her head, ' he must be really out of it today.'
A large boom issued from some where in the room, and everyone turned to see Neville standing next to a melting cauldron, shaking from head to toe, and with scorch marks all over. The room filled with a rather pungent smell, causing a few students to gag and hold their breaths. Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste and watched as purple smoke floated from the cauldron and out the open window. His partner, Millicent Bulstrode was walking towards him from across the room, looking as if she was about to beat the crap out of him, but Snape quickly diverted any more trouble. "Longbottom, yet again you manage to screw up a potion, though I am not surprised. You fail, but still need to take the potion, is anyone kind enough to lend some to Longbottom and Bulstrode?" he sneered in a loud deadly whisper. Millicent gaped at Snape in shock "Do I fail too sir!?" she screeched. Snape flinched, but replied with " well since it was evidently not your fault, you shall pass. Now is anyone going to share some of their potion!?!"
Hermione's hand shot up instantly, and Snape glared at her in contempt. She had anticipated this happening, and had brewed extra just in case. "Th-th- thanks Hermione" Neville stuttered with a grateful smile as he tried to escape the presence of Snape.
Not more then 15 minutes later Snape rose from his chair and announced that there time was up. Everyone had managed to complete their potions. Everyone that is, except for Neville and Millicent. "I'm actually quite pleased with today's results, everything went according to plan, with the exception of Longbottoms potion, not that that hadn't been anticipated anyway, I suppose bad habits are hard to break, particularly yours Longbottom." The Gryffindors looked at Neville in sympathy whilst the majority of Slytherins smirked in mirth. Millicent was sulking in the corner, and Pansy was frowning, unnoticed, at Snape. "Now in 10 minutes time we shall be testing the potion, and I shall be recording your auras" finished Snape with a slight smile. He was actually interested in what each student's auras would be.
There was a mad frantic rush as everyone ran around the room trying to get their potions ready for testing. Hermione was starting to feel nervous, there was still the possibility she had stuffed up, even though she had checked and re checked several times. "Don't worry Granger, you didn't stuff up." Draco tried to say in a not so reassuring voice, but failed miserably. Hermione smiled at him gratefully, and took 3 deep breaths. The room became quiet, and Snapes voice floated out softly but demandingly. "Potter, Parkinson, you two first." Pansy stood up, with a trace of a smile on her lips, and gulped down the potion, pulling a face as the full force of the taste hit her. Snape looked at her, then down at his paper. He then gasped suddenly and looked back up at Pansy with wide eyes. "What is it sir?" Pansy asked with doubt in her voice. "N- nothing" replied Snape trying to keep a calm voice, but Hermione noticed his falter. She looked at him suspiciously. His forehead was sweating, and his hair looked greasier then ever. His face was calm, and only his eyes gave him away. They looked panicked. He ferociously scribbled something down on his scroll, and then looked towards Harry expectantly.
Taking the hint, Harry slowly raised the flask to his mouth, and after taking a cautious sniff, downed the contents. Snape looked Harry up and down, analyzing every detail. He had expected Harry's aura to be as such, showing the importance of his life, but Pansy's had been a complete and utter surprise. Who knew that Pansy would have such an important role to play? Well Snape did now, though he did not know exactly how important her role would be, or what it would be for. Snape wrote down his notes, and then looked around the room, searching for another victim.
Snape smirked slightly, "Longbottem" he said in a deadly whisper. Hermione smiled at him sympathetically and handed him a vial of the potion. Neville knew he could trust Hermione, she never made mistakes. He quickly downed the contents then looked towards Snape nervously. Snape looked completely flabbergasted at what he saw. How could Neville possibly have an aura suggesting he had the potential to become a potions master? Snape shut his mouth with an audible click and glared at Neville ordering him to sit down. He started to go through the rest of the class. Goyle, Crabbe, Bullstrode, Dean, Finnigan, Brown, everything average and normal. He slowly made his way around to the last four. Hermione, Draco, Daria and Ron. It was nearly the end of lesson so he told them to all take the potion at the same time. Ron almost gagged as he swallowed the potion. "Eurgh!!" sounded Ron. All this was too much for Snape. He looked at their aura's, shouted "10 points from Gryffindor.. class dismissed" then fainted on the ground.
The class stared at him with open mouths, well everyone except Draco that is. Who simply grabbed his bag and stepped over Snape, continuing out the door. "Prat!" Hermione muttered towards his retreating form, "Honestly what is everyone standing here for! Some one fetch Madam Pommfery!" Harry nodded quickly and ran out the door, followed by Pansy Parkinson. "What happened?" asked Ron. Hermione shook her head. "I've got no idea. Ok everyone time to leave!" She shooed everyone except Ron and Daria out of the room. With disappointed glances and mutters everyone left, some makings sure to 'accidentally' kick Snape on their way out getting them a furious glare from Hermione.
