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A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. By the way, I need to know if there's someone still interested. If there were anything you'd like me to change or add, do it in the reviews. I'm open for suggestions. Ok, there maybe a few side romance between the 2 best friends but I still like Draco and Hermione better. One likes her to be independent as that is her strong point and the other likes to control her.
Title: Models
Chapter22:
Lab Partner2
Hermione has outdone herself again. She was capable of doing whatever Snape handed her during the extra class. She was so good that even Snape had to admire her talents. Hermione was not that dumb not to notice the change in her professor. From hard and foolish potions, he reverted to useful potions. They were still hard though.
Hermione had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the little guessing game with her professor. She loved the challenge. Her love for potions grew. She now didn't hate Snape. He was becoming bearable. Snape on the other hand was becoming fond at Hermione's interest in potions.
This new behavior towards each other and towards the subject became quite apparent even in the normal classes with the Slytherin. Snape now had a new favorite. He realized that Hermione wasn't all memorization but also logic which most witches and wizards doesn't possess.
Snape however did his best not to show it too distinctly. He had slipped before; he praised Hermione's works out loud. Potter was only too happy since he was her partner. He decided that things should change.
"I am very disappointed at your grades this year. Your partners aren't making the best out of you. I have decided to change your partners. for your sake of course."
The trio looked at each other, confused. The Slytherins were also confused. They liked their partners already. Why would their favorite professor give them a hard time with another partner?
"Longbottom and Weasley, Potter and Parkinson." Snape kept calling out names. As he did, those who were called came together and shared a table.
Hermione was getting nervous, her 2 friends were already chosen. Most of the Gryffindors were already called. 'Correction all the other Gryffindors were chosen.' She sighed realizing she would be working with a Slytherin. 'Maybe he'd let me work on my own. I can handle it anyway.'
Just after she heard, "Granger and Malfoy."
She felt all of her blood fading leaving a very pale face. Harry, Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors wore angry faces. It's ad if they were ready to pounce on their professor.
"But professor, I can't work with her?" Malfoy didn't like the idea. for more than one reason.
"Professor, if you'd allow me, I can do these on my own." Hermione was now pleading.
"Five points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin, for defying my orders. Ms. Granger, don't be too arrogant. Besides, you wouldn't want Mr. Malfoy to do these alone would you? I have it in good authority that he is one of the best students in this class."
Now everyone was confused. He took points from his own house.
Hermione left took her things and began walking towards Draco. She sat at the seat next to him. "Not too close mudblood."
"Gladly." Hermione shook her head and moved the stool at the end of the table, making as much distance from him as much as possible. 'To think I thought that Snape's changed. I guess not. He still likes to torture his students.'
She took her notebook out of her bag to write down the ingredients Snape wrote on the blackboard. She realized that the potion that they were about to make is something easy, compared from her class. She tried not to think about the person next to him. She can smell a distinct fragrance coming from him. The smell woke up different sensation within her. 'Stop it! Just focus on the potion, maybe then he'd let me do these on my own.'
She got up and went to get the ingredients she needed. She took some herbs, powders and lastly some slugs. They had to take out their guts. She didn't like the idea of opening a slimy slug.
When she came back at the table, she saw Malfoy turning the fire to start brewing. She sat down and dropped the ingredients on the table. She started preparing the herbs. She was wincing at the slugs dreading to slice them up. Malfoy saw her reaction and smirked at her. "The great Hermione Granger, afraid of slugs?"
"None of your business Malfoy."
"Oh but it is, you're my damn partner now and I don't want you to blow me off."
"As if, you know damn well I'm better at you here or any class for that matter."
"Whatever, but I was just wondering if you can't handle slugs, I wonder how'd you do with the advance class? I bet you couldn't conjure 1 decent potion."
"Shows what you know. I bet that you wouldn't last with the potions Snape's been giving me. I doubt you'd even get to make 1."
"Is that a dare Granger? I may not be the best in this class but you know damn well I'm capable."
"Capable of slicing a slug, I see." She watched him as he opened up 1 slug. Before she was wincing at the idea, now she was wincing at what she saw. Malfoy opened the slimy thing and put one finger in to look for its guts. "The extra class however is not merely for opening slugs. It's much too complicated for you."
"We'll see about that." He said it in a whisper. He wanted to shut her up. 'I'll go ask Snape if I could have advance potions as well. I'll make sure to do better than her there.'
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Harry couldn't do the potion well. For one thing, his partner was noisy, complaining about things, talking about nonsense. He missed his partner, Hermione. She gave in-depth instructions and had better topics to talk about than Pansy. The other thing was his growing annoyance with Malfoy. He saw how he looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking. It was something he would have done when he saw Cho that first time.
Hermione's fragrance was the only pleasant one in the lab but now that he couldn't smell it, he hated potions more especially their professor.
"Potter, you slice the slug!" Pansy was whining at how gross it was.
Harry shook his head and started to open the slug. 'Hermione wouldn't like to do this either. At least she didn't whine.'
He looked again at the table where Hermione was working. He saw her wince as Malfoy sliced the slug. He smiled at it and wished, 'I wish she'd be my partner again.'
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'What the hell happened to Snape? Why'd he pair me up with a mudblood?' This was on of the thoughts that came across Draco's mind when Snape mentioned their names. 'She's a bloody mudblood, and I'm a pureblood. He'll hear from my father.'
'Then again, she'll be close and away from Potter. What am I thinking? She and that stupid jerk are better off together.' That was another thought that came to his mind.
Then she started walking towards his table. His heart started pumping really fast. 'She's damn graceful.' When she sat down, he could smell her fragrance. It was as if he was getting drugged. He had to do something. "Not too close mudblood." He heard her say, "Gladly." Then he watched her move to the edge of the table as she took out her notes to write down what Snape was scribbling down on the board. He watched as her hair fell to her sides, when she got her notes. Since her hair became manageable, she hung her hair loose. She caught her locks and secured it on her right neck. There were a few tendrils falling on the other side. He was just dying to move them. After awhile, she got up to get the ingredients. He began to think how her robe kept things about her and started to imagine the way she looked that day when she got caught in the rain.
'I've got to do something about this.' So, he started to prepare for brewing. He even started to think of insults to keep getting heated up. 'This is all your fault Snape.'
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. By the way, I need to know if there's someone still interested. If there were anything you'd like me to change or add, do it in the reviews. I'm open for suggestions. Ok, there maybe a few side romance between the 2 best friends but I still like Draco and Hermione better. One likes her to be independent as that is her strong point and the other likes to control her.
Title: Models
Chapter22:
Lab Partner2
Hermione has outdone herself again. She was capable of doing whatever Snape handed her during the extra class. She was so good that even Snape had to admire her talents. Hermione was not that dumb not to notice the change in her professor. From hard and foolish potions, he reverted to useful potions. They were still hard though.
Hermione had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the little guessing game with her professor. She loved the challenge. Her love for potions grew. She now didn't hate Snape. He was becoming bearable. Snape on the other hand was becoming fond at Hermione's interest in potions.
This new behavior towards each other and towards the subject became quite apparent even in the normal classes with the Slytherin. Snape now had a new favorite. He realized that Hermione wasn't all memorization but also logic which most witches and wizards doesn't possess.
Snape however did his best not to show it too distinctly. He had slipped before; he praised Hermione's works out loud. Potter was only too happy since he was her partner. He decided that things should change.
"I am very disappointed at your grades this year. Your partners aren't making the best out of you. I have decided to change your partners. for your sake of course."
The trio looked at each other, confused. The Slytherins were also confused. They liked their partners already. Why would their favorite professor give them a hard time with another partner?
"Longbottom and Weasley, Potter and Parkinson." Snape kept calling out names. As he did, those who were called came together and shared a table.
Hermione was getting nervous, her 2 friends were already chosen. Most of the Gryffindors were already called. 'Correction all the other Gryffindors were chosen.' She sighed realizing she would be working with a Slytherin. 'Maybe he'd let me work on my own. I can handle it anyway.'
Just after she heard, "Granger and Malfoy."
She felt all of her blood fading leaving a very pale face. Harry, Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors wore angry faces. It's ad if they were ready to pounce on their professor.
"But professor, I can't work with her?" Malfoy didn't like the idea. for more than one reason.
"Professor, if you'd allow me, I can do these on my own." Hermione was now pleading.
"Five points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin, for defying my orders. Ms. Granger, don't be too arrogant. Besides, you wouldn't want Mr. Malfoy to do these alone would you? I have it in good authority that he is one of the best students in this class."
Now everyone was confused. He took points from his own house.
Hermione left took her things and began walking towards Draco. She sat at the seat next to him. "Not too close mudblood."
"Gladly." Hermione shook her head and moved the stool at the end of the table, making as much distance from him as much as possible. 'To think I thought that Snape's changed. I guess not. He still likes to torture his students.'
She took her notebook out of her bag to write down the ingredients Snape wrote on the blackboard. She realized that the potion that they were about to make is something easy, compared from her class. She tried not to think about the person next to him. She can smell a distinct fragrance coming from him. The smell woke up different sensation within her. 'Stop it! Just focus on the potion, maybe then he'd let me do these on my own.'
She got up and went to get the ingredients she needed. She took some herbs, powders and lastly some slugs. They had to take out their guts. She didn't like the idea of opening a slimy slug.
When she came back at the table, she saw Malfoy turning the fire to start brewing. She sat down and dropped the ingredients on the table. She started preparing the herbs. She was wincing at the slugs dreading to slice them up. Malfoy saw her reaction and smirked at her. "The great Hermione Granger, afraid of slugs?"
"None of your business Malfoy."
"Oh but it is, you're my damn partner now and I don't want you to blow me off."
"As if, you know damn well I'm better at you here or any class for that matter."
"Whatever, but I was just wondering if you can't handle slugs, I wonder how'd you do with the advance class? I bet you couldn't conjure 1 decent potion."
"Shows what you know. I bet that you wouldn't last with the potions Snape's been giving me. I doubt you'd even get to make 1."
"Is that a dare Granger? I may not be the best in this class but you know damn well I'm capable."
"Capable of slicing a slug, I see." She watched him as he opened up 1 slug. Before she was wincing at the idea, now she was wincing at what she saw. Malfoy opened the slimy thing and put one finger in to look for its guts. "The extra class however is not merely for opening slugs. It's much too complicated for you."
"We'll see about that." He said it in a whisper. He wanted to shut her up. 'I'll go ask Snape if I could have advance potions as well. I'll make sure to do better than her there.'
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Harry couldn't do the potion well. For one thing, his partner was noisy, complaining about things, talking about nonsense. He missed his partner, Hermione. She gave in-depth instructions and had better topics to talk about than Pansy. The other thing was his growing annoyance with Malfoy. He saw how he looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking. It was something he would have done when he saw Cho that first time.
Hermione's fragrance was the only pleasant one in the lab but now that he couldn't smell it, he hated potions more especially their professor.
"Potter, you slice the slug!" Pansy was whining at how gross it was.
Harry shook his head and started to open the slug. 'Hermione wouldn't like to do this either. At least she didn't whine.'
He looked again at the table where Hermione was working. He saw her wince as Malfoy sliced the slug. He smiled at it and wished, 'I wish she'd be my partner again.'
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'What the hell happened to Snape? Why'd he pair me up with a mudblood?' This was on of the thoughts that came across Draco's mind when Snape mentioned their names. 'She's a bloody mudblood, and I'm a pureblood. He'll hear from my father.'
'Then again, she'll be close and away from Potter. What am I thinking? She and that stupid jerk are better off together.' That was another thought that came to his mind.
Then she started walking towards his table. His heart started pumping really fast. 'She's damn graceful.' When she sat down, he could smell her fragrance. It was as if he was getting drugged. He had to do something. "Not too close mudblood." He heard her say, "Gladly." Then he watched her move to the edge of the table as she took out her notes to write down what Snape was scribbling down on the board. He watched as her hair fell to her sides, when she got her notes. Since her hair became manageable, she hung her hair loose. She caught her locks and secured it on her right neck. There were a few tendrils falling on the other side. He was just dying to move them. After awhile, she got up to get the ingredients. He began to think how her robe kept things about her and started to imagine the way she looked that day when she got caught in the rain.
'I've got to do something about this.' So, he started to prepare for brewing. He even started to think of insults to keep getting heated up. 'This is all your fault Snape.'