Hermione went in to the common room very stressed now at the thought that
she had to go up and speak to Malfoy and ask for them back. Why did she run
off without them? To make it worse she still needed a book that she went in
for in the first place. She walked into her room after saying hello to Ron
and Harry and told them why she was back and talked Ron out of starting on
Draco. She dumped her books on her bed, which made crinkles in the
otherwise flat bed.
Then she turned around and fell backwards onto her bed and lay there for about five minutes debating whether or not she needed to desperately needed to go back to the library again. What was she thinking? Of course she needed to. She wasn't going to let her grades slip because of one self- absorbed prick. Then a new thought occurred to her. Why was she making a fuss about this? It was Malfoy; he wasn't interested in her at all. As much as it freaked her out, he liked Ron. But didn't she say that he was up to something? A bet she said. That was it; she was now part of the bet. She needn't worry anymore; she could resist anything that Malfoy threw at her.
Draco sat on his bed after having a shower, his wet body still in a towel and his hair still dripping water droplets that ran down his body also. He had the book that he took propped up on his stomach and was reading it with great intent, wondering which potion was easiest to make and where and how he could get all the ingredients. Apparently there were different types with different strengths. He really should pay more attention in potions, he thought to himself. He decided to use a potion that wasn't very strong in fact it was one of the weakest ones for two reasons, one, he was drop dead gorgeous, and two, she was a mudblood, a potion would work on her real easy.
He read through the list of ingredients and realised that he could get all of his stuff in potions lesson and it would be easy as well, Professors Snape's attention was most of the time of the Gryffindors potions and mocking them, especially one, Longbottom. All he had to do was wait until Longbottom screwed up and go into Snape's cupboard and get what he needed. He looked at his timetable, as he had not yet learned it off by heart yet, it was only the beginning of his 6th year. His luck was with him; he had it the next day. He got changed into his boxers that he slept in and climbed into bed with a satisfactory grin on his face. He would have Hermione in bed before the week was out.
Hermione walked down to the library, knowing that he would not be in there but hoped he would have left her books all the same. Before she walked into the library, she did a quick scan but saw only Ravenclaws and the occasional Hufflepuff. A wave of relief swept over her as she walked round all the wooden tables trying to find her books and she saw them across the room and she went over and picked them but there was another book, The heart of potion making. "Who would want that?" she whispered to herself quietly and shrugged her shoulders and walked out the library.
The next morning Draco did as he usually did but the breakfast was a bit tense with all the Gryffindors looking back at him with looks as if to say, don't even think about it. On top of that he had Lang on at him saying that he was thinking of putting a time limit on each task. He was rambling on in his ear but Draco's attention was on his up coming lesson, and his plan. Near the end of breakfast, there was a loud bang. And a boy from the Gryffindor table was on the floor screaming with pain. Immediately all the Slytherins burst out laughing, including Draco, but he was the only one who stopped when he saw who it was. Neville Longbottom was being taken to the hospital wing under Dumbledore's orders, and Neville was told that he wouldn't be able to attend the next lesson, which unfortunately for Draco was potions and he had no distraction now. Some other person would muck up; Longbottom wasn't the only one that made themselves look like a complete idiot. So Draco went to his next lesson that he usually enjoyed, with slight butterflies in his stomach.
"Today class we are not going to do an experiment, because we need to learn the theory behind the up coming complicated potion," Snape's icy cold voice rang through the cold dungeons.
Poor Neville, the one time he isn't here is the time that we don't do a potion. Thought Hermione, but then she realised that she had drifted from the teacher's speech and she quickly became assertive again. If she had looked over in the direction of Draco she would have seen the stunned look on his face.
What? No potion making? Since when? How am I going to get the ingredients now? He thought and thought as Snape went on and on. Ok I'm quite smart but I cannot find a way around this problem. Before he realised, it was time to pack up, and he was still no closer to getting his ingredients.
As he walked out he yelled at Crabbe for asking him if he was all right and went to his next class, charms, wondering what he was going to do now.
As he sat down in charms, he looked through the door as something caught his eye; Snape was walking down the corridor. He racked his brains trying to think where he would be going. But Professor Flitwick began to talk and he particularly liked charms and so his attention was focussed on the tiny wizard behind the pile of books.
"And that's where I practised this charm. In the staff room," said professor Flitwick concluding a story about 10 minutes into the class.
"The Staff room!" shouted Draco. That were he is heading! He has a free period. "A bit absurd I no, Mr Malfoy, but nevertheless its true."
Draco spent only three seconds devising a plan to get into Snape classroom. "Err Professor, I'm not feeling to good, may I have permission to go to the hospital wing?"
"Yes certainly," squeaked Professor Flitwick.
He stood up and walked out the classroom rubbing his temples for added affect. He hurried down to Snape's room and tried the door, but it was locked. He pulled out his wand from a pocket and muttered "Alohmora," then he tried to open the door again and it did, he rushed over to the cupboard and it was also locked, he muttered the spell again and took the potions he needed, thanking Snape for labelling everything so clearly. Then put them in his bag that he picked up in the charms classroom and walked back into the charms classroom and announced that she was not in there.
"You may go and lie down in your own bed and try again later," said Professor Flitwick.
"Thank you, professor," Draco replied and walked back out the room, ignoring the snarls from the Gryffindors and went to his room and unpacked everything that he needed and read the instructions very carefully and got to work.
Hermione walked through the corridors and up steps to the Arithmancy classroom, she needed help with her homework, it had been particularly difficult task. The boys were at lunch and she hoped that her professor wasn't yet and she delved into a long detailed, discussion about her homework and she emerged from the classroom with a smiling face, confidant about her homework again.
Then she turned around and fell backwards onto her bed and lay there for about five minutes debating whether or not she needed to desperately needed to go back to the library again. What was she thinking? Of course she needed to. She wasn't going to let her grades slip because of one self- absorbed prick. Then a new thought occurred to her. Why was she making a fuss about this? It was Malfoy; he wasn't interested in her at all. As much as it freaked her out, he liked Ron. But didn't she say that he was up to something? A bet she said. That was it; she was now part of the bet. She needn't worry anymore; she could resist anything that Malfoy threw at her.
Draco sat on his bed after having a shower, his wet body still in a towel and his hair still dripping water droplets that ran down his body also. He had the book that he took propped up on his stomach and was reading it with great intent, wondering which potion was easiest to make and where and how he could get all the ingredients. Apparently there were different types with different strengths. He really should pay more attention in potions, he thought to himself. He decided to use a potion that wasn't very strong in fact it was one of the weakest ones for two reasons, one, he was drop dead gorgeous, and two, she was a mudblood, a potion would work on her real easy.
He read through the list of ingredients and realised that he could get all of his stuff in potions lesson and it would be easy as well, Professors Snape's attention was most of the time of the Gryffindors potions and mocking them, especially one, Longbottom. All he had to do was wait until Longbottom screwed up and go into Snape's cupboard and get what he needed. He looked at his timetable, as he had not yet learned it off by heart yet, it was only the beginning of his 6th year. His luck was with him; he had it the next day. He got changed into his boxers that he slept in and climbed into bed with a satisfactory grin on his face. He would have Hermione in bed before the week was out.
Hermione walked down to the library, knowing that he would not be in there but hoped he would have left her books all the same. Before she walked into the library, she did a quick scan but saw only Ravenclaws and the occasional Hufflepuff. A wave of relief swept over her as she walked round all the wooden tables trying to find her books and she saw them across the room and she went over and picked them but there was another book, The heart of potion making. "Who would want that?" she whispered to herself quietly and shrugged her shoulders and walked out the library.
The next morning Draco did as he usually did but the breakfast was a bit tense with all the Gryffindors looking back at him with looks as if to say, don't even think about it. On top of that he had Lang on at him saying that he was thinking of putting a time limit on each task. He was rambling on in his ear but Draco's attention was on his up coming lesson, and his plan. Near the end of breakfast, there was a loud bang. And a boy from the Gryffindor table was on the floor screaming with pain. Immediately all the Slytherins burst out laughing, including Draco, but he was the only one who stopped when he saw who it was. Neville Longbottom was being taken to the hospital wing under Dumbledore's orders, and Neville was told that he wouldn't be able to attend the next lesson, which unfortunately for Draco was potions and he had no distraction now. Some other person would muck up; Longbottom wasn't the only one that made themselves look like a complete idiot. So Draco went to his next lesson that he usually enjoyed, with slight butterflies in his stomach.
"Today class we are not going to do an experiment, because we need to learn the theory behind the up coming complicated potion," Snape's icy cold voice rang through the cold dungeons.
Poor Neville, the one time he isn't here is the time that we don't do a potion. Thought Hermione, but then she realised that she had drifted from the teacher's speech and she quickly became assertive again. If she had looked over in the direction of Draco she would have seen the stunned look on his face.
What? No potion making? Since when? How am I going to get the ingredients now? He thought and thought as Snape went on and on. Ok I'm quite smart but I cannot find a way around this problem. Before he realised, it was time to pack up, and he was still no closer to getting his ingredients.
As he walked out he yelled at Crabbe for asking him if he was all right and went to his next class, charms, wondering what he was going to do now.
As he sat down in charms, he looked through the door as something caught his eye; Snape was walking down the corridor. He racked his brains trying to think where he would be going. But Professor Flitwick began to talk and he particularly liked charms and so his attention was focussed on the tiny wizard behind the pile of books.
"And that's where I practised this charm. In the staff room," said professor Flitwick concluding a story about 10 minutes into the class.
"The Staff room!" shouted Draco. That were he is heading! He has a free period. "A bit absurd I no, Mr Malfoy, but nevertheless its true."
Draco spent only three seconds devising a plan to get into Snape classroom. "Err Professor, I'm not feeling to good, may I have permission to go to the hospital wing?"
"Yes certainly," squeaked Professor Flitwick.
He stood up and walked out the classroom rubbing his temples for added affect. He hurried down to Snape's room and tried the door, but it was locked. He pulled out his wand from a pocket and muttered "Alohmora," then he tried to open the door again and it did, he rushed over to the cupboard and it was also locked, he muttered the spell again and took the potions he needed, thanking Snape for labelling everything so clearly. Then put them in his bag that he picked up in the charms classroom and walked back into the charms classroom and announced that she was not in there.
"You may go and lie down in your own bed and try again later," said Professor Flitwick.
"Thank you, professor," Draco replied and walked back out the room, ignoring the snarls from the Gryffindors and went to his room and unpacked everything that he needed and read the instructions very carefully and got to work.
Hermione walked through the corridors and up steps to the Arithmancy classroom, she needed help with her homework, it had been particularly difficult task. The boys were at lunch and she hoped that her professor wasn't yet and she delved into a long detailed, discussion about her homework and she emerged from the classroom with a smiling face, confidant about her homework again.