"Any mistakes, at all, and your NEWT score is an automatic failure!" Snape
spat out to the unsuspecting class of 6th years. The new potions curriculum
was harder done then said. They were now working on a multiplying potion,
which resulted in Neville's dismay. Luckily, fingers are easily removed.
"Don't mess up, Malfoy." Hermione squinted her eyes at the blonde-haired Slythrin.
"Like I would mess up. I'd expect that of you are your beaux over there." He pointed at Harry and Ron, struggling without Hermione's aid.
"Shuddup." Hermione folded her arms, and leaned back in her chair, watching Malfoy add his half of the potion.
"Hand me that quill, I need to do an equation." Draco demanded.
"Sure. Here you,-ow-go!" Hermione accidentally stabbed herself with the quill on the fingertip.
"Watch what you're doing with that-ouch!" Draco also poked himself with the sharp quill. Little did they know that one drop of their blood was being mixed in with the potion as the spoke.
"There. Done." Hermione said, satisfied. Most of the class had left, but Hermione left in the middle of her half to aid Neville. You have to feel sorry for him sometimes. Hermione then got up from the chair, and began to exit the room.
"Mudblood! Wait! Something is happening to-to!" Draco didn't finish. The potion began to bubble over, encasing him in bluish-greenish bubbles.
"Draco! What." The bubbles had suddenly popped away with a piercing sound.
"That was close. We almost failed out project." Draco gave a sigh of relief.
"Um. Look again." Hermione pointed in discontent. A small child, who looked around 2-3 years old stood on top of the cauldron. She had long, blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes.
"I'mmmmmmm SUPERGIRL! SUPERGIRL SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL!!!!" She jumped off of the cauldron with no fear at all.
"Oh my gosh! Malfoy, catch her!" And he did, as she almost whacked her head on the cobblestone floor.
"MOMMY!" The little girl screamed as Draco held her.
"I'm not your mommy you little git!"
"Draco! That's mean. Poor girl." Hermione patted her head.
"Wahhhhhhh, Scary lady!" the little girl ran up to Draco again, "MOMMY!" She squeezed his leg tightly.
"Granger." Draco said, shaking his leg. "This girl is cutting off circulation to my foot." He tried to rub her off by scratching his leg by the table. No success.
"Ahh. She's so cute. I think that something odd happened while we did the potion." Hermione started to hyper-ventilate, "We-we-we might get-get a bad grade! No! This can't happen!" She stuttered. "We have to hide her. We can switch off every few days so people won't get suspicious.
"I don't want to be with Scary Lady. I want to be with Mommy!" The little girl walked up to Draco, giving him another breath-wrenching hug.
"What's her name?" Draco asked Hermione.
"How should I know?"
"Um. Let's call her. Velveteena?" Draco suggested.
"That sounds like a foreign type of cheese. How about. Elisa?"
"Old-fashioned. It sounds stupid." Draco stuck his nose up in disgust.
"How about. Ellie?" Hermione suggested. "It sounds like Elisa, and its modern."
"Sure. Whatever, as long as she goes with you first." Draco shook Ellie off his leg, and handed her over to Hermione. "Pretend she's your cat or something."
"Fine. But someone's gonna find out." Hermione sighed, at the thought of getting a bad NEWT grade, and trudged off with the little girl. This'll be a long day.
"Don't mess up, Malfoy." Hermione squinted her eyes at the blonde-haired Slythrin.
"Like I would mess up. I'd expect that of you are your beaux over there." He pointed at Harry and Ron, struggling without Hermione's aid.
"Shuddup." Hermione folded her arms, and leaned back in her chair, watching Malfoy add his half of the potion.
"Hand me that quill, I need to do an equation." Draco demanded.
"Sure. Here you,-ow-go!" Hermione accidentally stabbed herself with the quill on the fingertip.
"Watch what you're doing with that-ouch!" Draco also poked himself with the sharp quill. Little did they know that one drop of their blood was being mixed in with the potion as the spoke.
"There. Done." Hermione said, satisfied. Most of the class had left, but Hermione left in the middle of her half to aid Neville. You have to feel sorry for him sometimes. Hermione then got up from the chair, and began to exit the room.
"Mudblood! Wait! Something is happening to-to!" Draco didn't finish. The potion began to bubble over, encasing him in bluish-greenish bubbles.
"Draco! What." The bubbles had suddenly popped away with a piercing sound.
"That was close. We almost failed out project." Draco gave a sigh of relief.
"Um. Look again." Hermione pointed in discontent. A small child, who looked around 2-3 years old stood on top of the cauldron. She had long, blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes.
"I'mmmmmmm SUPERGIRL! SUPERGIRL SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL!!!!" She jumped off of the cauldron with no fear at all.
"Oh my gosh! Malfoy, catch her!" And he did, as she almost whacked her head on the cobblestone floor.
"MOMMY!" The little girl screamed as Draco held her.
"I'm not your mommy you little git!"
"Draco! That's mean. Poor girl." Hermione patted her head.
"Wahhhhhhh, Scary lady!" the little girl ran up to Draco again, "MOMMY!" She squeezed his leg tightly.
"Granger." Draco said, shaking his leg. "This girl is cutting off circulation to my foot." He tried to rub her off by scratching his leg by the table. No success.
"Ahh. She's so cute. I think that something odd happened while we did the potion." Hermione started to hyper-ventilate, "We-we-we might get-get a bad grade! No! This can't happen!" She stuttered. "We have to hide her. We can switch off every few days so people won't get suspicious.
"I don't want to be with Scary Lady. I want to be with Mommy!" The little girl walked up to Draco, giving him another breath-wrenching hug.
"What's her name?" Draco asked Hermione.
"How should I know?"
"Um. Let's call her. Velveteena?" Draco suggested.
"That sounds like a foreign type of cheese. How about. Elisa?"
"Old-fashioned. It sounds stupid." Draco stuck his nose up in disgust.
"How about. Ellie?" Hermione suggested. "It sounds like Elisa, and its modern."
"Sure. Whatever, as long as she goes with you first." Draco shook Ellie off his leg, and handed her over to Hermione. "Pretend she's your cat or something."
"Fine. But someone's gonna find out." Hermione sighed, at the thought of getting a bad NEWT grade, and trudged off with the little girl. This'll be a long day.