Chapter 8:
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Summary of last chapter: Harry and Hermione are officially a couple and the entire Great Hall knows now. Draco insults Hermione, Harry beats him up and ends up going to Dumbeldore's office. Ron is laughing like an idiot outside. That same day.
Harry sluggishly followed Dumbledore to his office. He tried to come up with a logical reason, as to what had provoked him to start behaving so violently. After all, Malfoy had insulted Hermione before, but he could usually control himself. In fact, he would usually be the one holding the back of Ron's robes to prevent him from lurching himself at Malfoy. He concluded that he cared more for Hermione this year than ever before. He loved her so much, that he would risk her life for her. (awwww ^ ^) Dumbledore abruptly stopped at the gargoyle and gave the password (twizzlybeans). Harry entered precariously because he was really truly apprehensive as to what punishment he would have to suffer. Dumbledore calmly sat down, and looked intently at Harry. Harry felt like Dumbledore could easily read his mind and sense his inner most thoughts.
"Mr.Potter, would you care to explain you're rash and frankly intolerable behavior, you exhibited today?" Dumbledore questioned rather bluntly.
"I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Professor. I don't know what came over me. It was like a horrible rage that just momentarily took over me!"
"I understand.this often happens to a witch/wizard when the people he/she loves are in any kind of danger or they are insulted. I'm sure that's the same way you feel, when Mr.Malfoy scorns your family name. You see that's the same case with Mr.Weasley. But you have to learn to control your outbreaks and your emotions. You may have seriously injured Mr.Malfoy today. I admit, that you may have been provoked, but that's still no reason to be violent. ALWAYS REMEMBER, VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER! If you don't learn to do this, then you may end up harming someone, and then regretting it." Dumbledore lectured.
Harry looked down, because he simply couldn't face Dumbledore. "Yes, sir.may I leave now?" Harry said in a barely audible whisper.
"Yes, you may, after both you and Mr.Malfoy have apologized to each other." Dumbledore said.
Harry looked horrified at Dumbledore's last statement. Apologize to Malfoy?????? He stammered to find some type of excuse, but to no avail. Dumbledore remained firm in his beliefs and ushered Harry out of his office and ordered him to go directly to the Hospital Wing.
Harry wearily made his way to the Hospital Wing, where he was immediately met with Madame Pompfrey's adamant glare.
"I assume that you're here to apologize to Mr.Malfoy?" she asked rather sternly.
Harry nodded in response and she showed him where Malfoy was resting. Harry meekly looked at Malfoy. He was barely visible through black and blue bruises that concealed his entire body. Harry actually felt guilty. This was the second time Draco had been in the Hospital Wing and every time it was because of Ron and him. "Well, it's really his fault, why does he have to be such a git all the time?" Harry thought.
Meanwhile, Malfoy became conscious that there was someone else in his presence. He tried to open his eyes, but found the task rather difficult. "Who's there?" he croaked.
Harry looked at Malfoy and replied, "It's me, Harry!"
Malfoy bolted up when he heard who was there. "Potter, what are you doing here?" he spat.
"I, euhhhhhh, I came here to apologize to you!" Harry said with some difficulty. After all, this was the first time he had ever apologized to his archenemy.
"Oh I see. And I suppose that old coot, Dumbledore sent you?!" Malfoy retorted with a hint of sarcasm.
"What makes you think that?" Harry replied, trying to procrastinate.
"Oh c'mon Potter. You and I, both know that you wouldn't dare apologize to me with your own will, no matter what the value of the incentive someone was giving you. The only reason you're here is 'cause of Dumbledore. Am I right?" Draco questioned.
"Alright! I admit it, Dumbledore sent me. OK! Now let's just get this over with!" Harry said in exasperation.
"Fine! But, you first!" Draco taunted.
"Malfoy! Honestly! Fine! I'm sorry I hurt you and I'll try to control my anger against you next time. Happy?" Harry said hastily.
"Very!" Malfoy answered contently.
"Well, go ahead! Now it's your turn!" Harry said anxiously. After all, it isn't everyday that you have the opportunity to hear Draco Malfoy ask for forgiveness.
He merely chuckled and rhetorically replied, "Potter! You are so thick sometimes. Did you really think that I would beg pardon from you?"
"But! But! Didn't Dumbledore tell you to say sorry as well?!!!!" Harry yelled, getting angry.
"Yes! Of course he did! But unlike you, I never actually listen to the old goat! You foolish oaf, how could you possibly believe that I would apologize to you????" Draco explained, while trying to suppress howls of laughter.
Harry was utterly humiliated! "How can I be so thick!" he wondered. He was also furious with himself, for falling into Malfoy's trap. "You know what Malfoy, I pity you! Whenever someone tries to show you kindness, you reject it! You become a traitor. You may think it's funny now, but one-day in life, you're going to be all alone and you're going to regret everything you ever did Malfoy. Then, no one will come to show you the real meaning of friendship and you're life will be filled with nothing but hatred and deep remorse. I can guarantee you that!"
"Save your lecture for that Mudblood of yours!" Draco drawled.
Harry's hands were balled into fists, but he remembered Dumbledore's advice and stormed out of the Hospital Wing, but not before throwing a variety of displeasing language in Malfoy's face.
Draco eventually drifted back to sleep, Harry's words echoing in his mind. "What if Potter's right?" Draco pondered. He sighed and consoled himself that at least he would have Crabbe and Goyle. "Who am I trying kid? Those two dunces can never be friends of mine." In reality, he was quite jealous of the trio. No matter what, they would always have each other. He marveled at how Ron and Hermione always stood by Harry and encouraged him to do what's morally right. Yet, he, Draco Malfoy had built up a reputation for being, disloyal, untrustworthy, and all in all, just plain evil! It was rumored that he was now officially a Death Eater. "Huh! I don't think its rumor anymore. Hell, everyone thinks that I'm a Death Eater!" He said aloud.
Soon, Madame Pompfrey came and gave him some hot chocolate. Suddenly, he was awash from exhaustion and eventually, fell into a deep, peaceful slumber. Little did he know that he was going to have a surprise visitor soon!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day.
Harry hurriedly got ready for breakfast. He didn't want to miss Hermione. He scrambled through the hallways and cursed out loud when, he slipped and his bag ripped open revealing various books and homework. Just then, Harry saw Ron casually sauntering to the Great Hall, in the opposite direction. Harry needed help quickly, or else he'd miss breakfast. "Oy, Ron! Over here! Gimme a hand will you?" Harry pleaded.
Ron looked over at Harry, Harry who was his best friend, and Harry, who had stolen Hermione from him. He tediously made his way to Harry and proceeded to help him. He collected the homework, while Harry took care of the books. They both finished and went to the Great Hall together.
Harry noticed, that Ron looked rather peculiar, as if he was someone else and the boy standing in front of him was a complete stranger! He immediately shook off the feeling. He suddenly recalled why he was so anxious to talk to Ron. "Urr, Ron, I need to talk to you about what happened near the Astronomy Tower the other day!"
Ron started to panic. He wasn't aware that both of them knew that he was there when everything happened. He tried not to look too guilty and tried to tell himself not to worry, because Harry would never suspect him. "What?! When were you at the Astronomy Tower? I thought it was out of bounds!" he said innocently.
"Really? You weren't there! Are you sure, it looked exactly like you from the back!" Harry replied dubiously.
"Harry, do you honestly think that I would lie to you????!!!!!!!" he asked as if he had never lied in his entire life.
Harry furrowed his brow thinking hard, but dejectedly answered, "No, of course not!"
They went into the Great Hall to have some breakfast. Harry immediately found Hermione and sat next to her. Ron was going to sit on the other side when Lavender grabbed the seat. Ron was extremely irritated, "Lavender, could you move over a bit?" he said trying his hardest to sound mannerly.
"Why? Can't you just sit next to Harry?" she replied looking doubtful.
He sighed and mentally imagined himself strangling Lavender. He sat down across from Hermione instead, and tried to gaze into her beautiful, cinnamon colored eyes. Of course, this was a fruitless effort, since she was a bit preoccupied whispering to Harry.
"Listen Harry, about yesterday, I really appreciate you trying to defend me and everything, but please never do that again! I mean, I've ever seen that side of you before. It's as if you were a complete stranger! To tell you the truth, you scared me to death Harry."
Harry looked at Hermione. She truly looked upset and concerned. "I know Hermione. I felt it too. It's as if, I wasn't me anymore! Well, Dumbledore explained it to me. He said that when someone you affectionately love and care for is injured, physically or emotionally, you become indignant and enraged with a fury that blinds you. It's actually very dangerous!' Harry started blushing shades of light pink. He dearly hoped, no one would notice.
"Awww! How sweet Harry!" Hermione said smiling.
Harry looked at her in sheer astonishment. "Really???? You think that's sweet??? I'll go beat up Malfoy right now!"
"Maybe later! We're going to be late for potions if we don't hurry!" she responded smiling. "Wait, I have to get my homework from my room. I'll meet you there!" she cried rushing to the door. Hermione scrambled through the hallways and the staircases. She cursed out loud when the staircase began to move in the opposite direction. Finally, she got to her room, gave the password and zoomed in through the door. She frantically started searching for her backpack when she discovered Malfoy looking through it. "What do you think you're doing with my backpack?" she interrogated.
"I, err, I thought it was mine." He suggested indifferently.
"Liar!!!!! This is a Muggle backpack. You wouldn't go within a 50 foot radius of a Muggle item!" She hollered.
"Well then, obviously you haven't seen my backpack!" he replied. He took out his backpack, which was an exact imitation of hers. "There, you see!" he said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Urrrrghhhhh! Let's just go!" she said rolling her eyes.
They both clambered through the winding corridors and just barely made it to Potions. Snape of course, wasted no time in collecting the homework. He was always quite eager to start the next lesson. "Class, please pass up your essays on the Guilt Potion." Everyone murmured about what they felt when he or she swallowed the Potion. Snape collected the essays and began to randomly read some. He decided to read Hermione's first, but to his great stupefaction, he couldn't find it. "Ms.Granger, where is your essay?"
Hermione was in an absolute frenzy! "I, uhh, I don't know Professor. I completed it last night, but it seems I, uh, I guess I must've misplaced it." She said this all with a choked voice, so naturally everyone in the classroom knew that she was holding back tears.
Everyone in the room started whispering to each other. Seamus Finnigan was convinced that aliens had taken over the world. He was trying his hardest to explain the concept of aliens to Dean Thomas. Parvati Patil pretended to faint as if the world was coming to and end. All the Slytherins were blissfully taking this opportunity to snicker and comment on poor Hermione's whimpering face.
"SILENCE!!!!!!" Snape roared. "Ms.Granger, be as it may, you are still responsible for your assignments. You've been in my class for 6 years now and I certainly don't expect this type of irrational and frankly irresponsible behavior from a Prefect! Therefore, as punishment, you will clean the Potions classroom for the rest of the week and 55 points will be taken from Gryffindor!" Hermione silently nodded and sat down in her seat, unable to comprehend how this could possibly happen to her. She miserably hung her head in shame. Not only had she torn her reputation in shambles, but also she had lost 55 bloody points for Gryffindor.
Snape was obviously in a fowl mood, so he decided to let everyone read his or her essays in front of the class. "Mr.Potter, come up here and kindly share your experiences with your classmates."
"I, uh, I lost my composition sir." Harry said despondently. He gloomily waited for his lecture and was desperately hoping against hope that more than 50 points won't be taken off of Gryffindor.
Snape quietly stood up and observed his whole class. "Very well, then. It seems that all of you in here have come to a conclusion that doing Potions homework is an idle waste of time. Is it? Well, believe me, my class will not disrespect me like that! I don't give a wit, whether you bloody love this class or hate it! When you're given homework, it's EXPECTED TO BE DONE!!!!!!!!! Maybe you have the impression that I've become more lenient, but rest assured that, that's hardly the case. You're treated as adolescents in this class, and that is how you're to behave! The entire class will write a 12 page essay on behavior in a classroom. Furthermore, if there's anymore incidents of this kind, that person will find himself/herself scrubbing this entire classroom with a toothbrush for an ENTIRE MONTH!!!!!!!!! I hope I've made myself clear!" His tone was icy. He looked at his students with disappointment and scorn.
Everyone stared back at him in utter hatred, especially the Gryffindors because they all believed that he was being way too harsh on Mione and Harry. Soon after, the bell rang and everyone raced out of the classroom.
Draco Malfoy was up in his room in a flash of lightning. He chuckled mischievously and carefully took out Hermione's essay from his backpack. "The look on Granger's face was priceless! Now, let's actually see what Hermione Granger, model, yet unsuspecting student feels most guilty about. He proceeded to read with his trademark smirk, but froze when he read the first paragraph.
Hermione Granger Potions-6th year Topic: Guilt Potion
As soon as I drank the potion, I could feel its effects. The feeling of guilt surged through my entire body. I could clearly see the incident happening in front me as if being replayed with Omniculars. The event took place in the Great Hall when I deliberately embarrassed Draco Malfoy I front of the entire student body. I could distinctly see the hurt in his eyes, I could feel the humiliation that he must've experienced. At that point, all I could think of was trying to somehow amend the situation. I wanted to seriously believe that playing that prank was the biggest mistake of my life!
"I'm such an asshole!" Draco bellowed crinkling the paper in his hand.
Summary of last chapter: Harry and Hermione are officially a couple and the entire Great Hall knows now. Draco insults Hermione, Harry beats him up and ends up going to Dumbeldore's office. Ron is laughing like an idiot outside. That same day.
Harry sluggishly followed Dumbledore to his office. He tried to come up with a logical reason, as to what had provoked him to start behaving so violently. After all, Malfoy had insulted Hermione before, but he could usually control himself. In fact, he would usually be the one holding the back of Ron's robes to prevent him from lurching himself at Malfoy. He concluded that he cared more for Hermione this year than ever before. He loved her so much, that he would risk her life for her. (awwww ^ ^) Dumbledore abruptly stopped at the gargoyle and gave the password (twizzlybeans). Harry entered precariously because he was really truly apprehensive as to what punishment he would have to suffer. Dumbledore calmly sat down, and looked intently at Harry. Harry felt like Dumbledore could easily read his mind and sense his inner most thoughts.
"Mr.Potter, would you care to explain you're rash and frankly intolerable behavior, you exhibited today?" Dumbledore questioned rather bluntly.
"I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Professor. I don't know what came over me. It was like a horrible rage that just momentarily took over me!"
"I understand.this often happens to a witch/wizard when the people he/she loves are in any kind of danger or they are insulted. I'm sure that's the same way you feel, when Mr.Malfoy scorns your family name. You see that's the same case with Mr.Weasley. But you have to learn to control your outbreaks and your emotions. You may have seriously injured Mr.Malfoy today. I admit, that you may have been provoked, but that's still no reason to be violent. ALWAYS REMEMBER, VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER! If you don't learn to do this, then you may end up harming someone, and then regretting it." Dumbledore lectured.
Harry looked down, because he simply couldn't face Dumbledore. "Yes, sir.may I leave now?" Harry said in a barely audible whisper.
"Yes, you may, after both you and Mr.Malfoy have apologized to each other." Dumbledore said.
Harry looked horrified at Dumbledore's last statement. Apologize to Malfoy?????? He stammered to find some type of excuse, but to no avail. Dumbledore remained firm in his beliefs and ushered Harry out of his office and ordered him to go directly to the Hospital Wing.
Harry wearily made his way to the Hospital Wing, where he was immediately met with Madame Pompfrey's adamant glare.
"I assume that you're here to apologize to Mr.Malfoy?" she asked rather sternly.
Harry nodded in response and she showed him where Malfoy was resting. Harry meekly looked at Malfoy. He was barely visible through black and blue bruises that concealed his entire body. Harry actually felt guilty. This was the second time Draco had been in the Hospital Wing and every time it was because of Ron and him. "Well, it's really his fault, why does he have to be such a git all the time?" Harry thought.
Meanwhile, Malfoy became conscious that there was someone else in his presence. He tried to open his eyes, but found the task rather difficult. "Who's there?" he croaked.
Harry looked at Malfoy and replied, "It's me, Harry!"
Malfoy bolted up when he heard who was there. "Potter, what are you doing here?" he spat.
"I, euhhhhhh, I came here to apologize to you!" Harry said with some difficulty. After all, this was the first time he had ever apologized to his archenemy.
"Oh I see. And I suppose that old coot, Dumbledore sent you?!" Malfoy retorted with a hint of sarcasm.
"What makes you think that?" Harry replied, trying to procrastinate.
"Oh c'mon Potter. You and I, both know that you wouldn't dare apologize to me with your own will, no matter what the value of the incentive someone was giving you. The only reason you're here is 'cause of Dumbledore. Am I right?" Draco questioned.
"Alright! I admit it, Dumbledore sent me. OK! Now let's just get this over with!" Harry said in exasperation.
"Fine! But, you first!" Draco taunted.
"Malfoy! Honestly! Fine! I'm sorry I hurt you and I'll try to control my anger against you next time. Happy?" Harry said hastily.
"Very!" Malfoy answered contently.
"Well, go ahead! Now it's your turn!" Harry said anxiously. After all, it isn't everyday that you have the opportunity to hear Draco Malfoy ask for forgiveness.
He merely chuckled and rhetorically replied, "Potter! You are so thick sometimes. Did you really think that I would beg pardon from you?"
"But! But! Didn't Dumbledore tell you to say sorry as well?!!!!" Harry yelled, getting angry.
"Yes! Of course he did! But unlike you, I never actually listen to the old goat! You foolish oaf, how could you possibly believe that I would apologize to you????" Draco explained, while trying to suppress howls of laughter.
Harry was utterly humiliated! "How can I be so thick!" he wondered. He was also furious with himself, for falling into Malfoy's trap. "You know what Malfoy, I pity you! Whenever someone tries to show you kindness, you reject it! You become a traitor. You may think it's funny now, but one-day in life, you're going to be all alone and you're going to regret everything you ever did Malfoy. Then, no one will come to show you the real meaning of friendship and you're life will be filled with nothing but hatred and deep remorse. I can guarantee you that!"
"Save your lecture for that Mudblood of yours!" Draco drawled.
Harry's hands were balled into fists, but he remembered Dumbledore's advice and stormed out of the Hospital Wing, but not before throwing a variety of displeasing language in Malfoy's face.
Draco eventually drifted back to sleep, Harry's words echoing in his mind. "What if Potter's right?" Draco pondered. He sighed and consoled himself that at least he would have Crabbe and Goyle. "Who am I trying kid? Those two dunces can never be friends of mine." In reality, he was quite jealous of the trio. No matter what, they would always have each other. He marveled at how Ron and Hermione always stood by Harry and encouraged him to do what's morally right. Yet, he, Draco Malfoy had built up a reputation for being, disloyal, untrustworthy, and all in all, just plain evil! It was rumored that he was now officially a Death Eater. "Huh! I don't think its rumor anymore. Hell, everyone thinks that I'm a Death Eater!" He said aloud.
Soon, Madame Pompfrey came and gave him some hot chocolate. Suddenly, he was awash from exhaustion and eventually, fell into a deep, peaceful slumber. Little did he know that he was going to have a surprise visitor soon!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day.
Harry hurriedly got ready for breakfast. He didn't want to miss Hermione. He scrambled through the hallways and cursed out loud when, he slipped and his bag ripped open revealing various books and homework. Just then, Harry saw Ron casually sauntering to the Great Hall, in the opposite direction. Harry needed help quickly, or else he'd miss breakfast. "Oy, Ron! Over here! Gimme a hand will you?" Harry pleaded.
Ron looked over at Harry, Harry who was his best friend, and Harry, who had stolen Hermione from him. He tediously made his way to Harry and proceeded to help him. He collected the homework, while Harry took care of the books. They both finished and went to the Great Hall together.
Harry noticed, that Ron looked rather peculiar, as if he was someone else and the boy standing in front of him was a complete stranger! He immediately shook off the feeling. He suddenly recalled why he was so anxious to talk to Ron. "Urr, Ron, I need to talk to you about what happened near the Astronomy Tower the other day!"
Ron started to panic. He wasn't aware that both of them knew that he was there when everything happened. He tried not to look too guilty and tried to tell himself not to worry, because Harry would never suspect him. "What?! When were you at the Astronomy Tower? I thought it was out of bounds!" he said innocently.
"Really? You weren't there! Are you sure, it looked exactly like you from the back!" Harry replied dubiously.
"Harry, do you honestly think that I would lie to you????!!!!!!!" he asked as if he had never lied in his entire life.
Harry furrowed his brow thinking hard, but dejectedly answered, "No, of course not!"
They went into the Great Hall to have some breakfast. Harry immediately found Hermione and sat next to her. Ron was going to sit on the other side when Lavender grabbed the seat. Ron was extremely irritated, "Lavender, could you move over a bit?" he said trying his hardest to sound mannerly.
"Why? Can't you just sit next to Harry?" she replied looking doubtful.
He sighed and mentally imagined himself strangling Lavender. He sat down across from Hermione instead, and tried to gaze into her beautiful, cinnamon colored eyes. Of course, this was a fruitless effort, since she was a bit preoccupied whispering to Harry.
"Listen Harry, about yesterday, I really appreciate you trying to defend me and everything, but please never do that again! I mean, I've ever seen that side of you before. It's as if you were a complete stranger! To tell you the truth, you scared me to death Harry."
Harry looked at Hermione. She truly looked upset and concerned. "I know Hermione. I felt it too. It's as if, I wasn't me anymore! Well, Dumbledore explained it to me. He said that when someone you affectionately love and care for is injured, physically or emotionally, you become indignant and enraged with a fury that blinds you. It's actually very dangerous!' Harry started blushing shades of light pink. He dearly hoped, no one would notice.
"Awww! How sweet Harry!" Hermione said smiling.
Harry looked at her in sheer astonishment. "Really???? You think that's sweet??? I'll go beat up Malfoy right now!"
"Maybe later! We're going to be late for potions if we don't hurry!" she responded smiling. "Wait, I have to get my homework from my room. I'll meet you there!" she cried rushing to the door. Hermione scrambled through the hallways and the staircases. She cursed out loud when the staircase began to move in the opposite direction. Finally, she got to her room, gave the password and zoomed in through the door. She frantically started searching for her backpack when she discovered Malfoy looking through it. "What do you think you're doing with my backpack?" she interrogated.
"I, err, I thought it was mine." He suggested indifferently.
"Liar!!!!! This is a Muggle backpack. You wouldn't go within a 50 foot radius of a Muggle item!" She hollered.
"Well then, obviously you haven't seen my backpack!" he replied. He took out his backpack, which was an exact imitation of hers. "There, you see!" he said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Urrrrghhhhh! Let's just go!" she said rolling her eyes.
They both clambered through the winding corridors and just barely made it to Potions. Snape of course, wasted no time in collecting the homework. He was always quite eager to start the next lesson. "Class, please pass up your essays on the Guilt Potion." Everyone murmured about what they felt when he or she swallowed the Potion. Snape collected the essays and began to randomly read some. He decided to read Hermione's first, but to his great stupefaction, he couldn't find it. "Ms.Granger, where is your essay?"
Hermione was in an absolute frenzy! "I, uhh, I don't know Professor. I completed it last night, but it seems I, uh, I guess I must've misplaced it." She said this all with a choked voice, so naturally everyone in the classroom knew that she was holding back tears.
Everyone in the room started whispering to each other. Seamus Finnigan was convinced that aliens had taken over the world. He was trying his hardest to explain the concept of aliens to Dean Thomas. Parvati Patil pretended to faint as if the world was coming to and end. All the Slytherins were blissfully taking this opportunity to snicker and comment on poor Hermione's whimpering face.
"SILENCE!!!!!!" Snape roared. "Ms.Granger, be as it may, you are still responsible for your assignments. You've been in my class for 6 years now and I certainly don't expect this type of irrational and frankly irresponsible behavior from a Prefect! Therefore, as punishment, you will clean the Potions classroom for the rest of the week and 55 points will be taken from Gryffindor!" Hermione silently nodded and sat down in her seat, unable to comprehend how this could possibly happen to her. She miserably hung her head in shame. Not only had she torn her reputation in shambles, but also she had lost 55 bloody points for Gryffindor.
Snape was obviously in a fowl mood, so he decided to let everyone read his or her essays in front of the class. "Mr.Potter, come up here and kindly share your experiences with your classmates."
"I, uh, I lost my composition sir." Harry said despondently. He gloomily waited for his lecture and was desperately hoping against hope that more than 50 points won't be taken off of Gryffindor.
Snape quietly stood up and observed his whole class. "Very well, then. It seems that all of you in here have come to a conclusion that doing Potions homework is an idle waste of time. Is it? Well, believe me, my class will not disrespect me like that! I don't give a wit, whether you bloody love this class or hate it! When you're given homework, it's EXPECTED TO BE DONE!!!!!!!!! Maybe you have the impression that I've become more lenient, but rest assured that, that's hardly the case. You're treated as adolescents in this class, and that is how you're to behave! The entire class will write a 12 page essay on behavior in a classroom. Furthermore, if there's anymore incidents of this kind, that person will find himself/herself scrubbing this entire classroom with a toothbrush for an ENTIRE MONTH!!!!!!!!! I hope I've made myself clear!" His tone was icy. He looked at his students with disappointment and scorn.
Everyone stared back at him in utter hatred, especially the Gryffindors because they all believed that he was being way too harsh on Mione and Harry. Soon after, the bell rang and everyone raced out of the classroom.
Draco Malfoy was up in his room in a flash of lightning. He chuckled mischievously and carefully took out Hermione's essay from his backpack. "The look on Granger's face was priceless! Now, let's actually see what Hermione Granger, model, yet unsuspecting student feels most guilty about. He proceeded to read with his trademark smirk, but froze when he read the first paragraph.
Hermione Granger Potions-6th year Topic: Guilt Potion
As soon as I drank the potion, I could feel its effects. The feeling of guilt surged through my entire body. I could clearly see the incident happening in front me as if being replayed with Omniculars. The event took place in the Great Hall when I deliberately embarrassed Draco Malfoy I front of the entire student body. I could distinctly see the hurt in his eyes, I could feel the humiliation that he must've experienced. At that point, all I could think of was trying to somehow amend the situation. I wanted to seriously believe that playing that prank was the biggest mistake of my life!
"I'm such an asshole!" Draco bellowed crinkling the paper in his hand.
