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Hermione hated Potions with a passion. In fact she almost hated Potions more than she hated Draco Malfoy. She hated him for various reasons, especially for the way he treated her. Like a piece of meat, like a mudblood, like a-. She, stopped her flow of thought for a second. She was going to get back at Draco Malfoy, for everything he had done to her. He's going down, she thought to herself, way down.
She heard Snape's voice from behind her, drawling and lazy. Hermione hated that voice. She shut her eyes and began to curse Malfoy, the Eperenza Curse, it has said in The Advanced Book of Spells. She was ready, she took a deep breath and gulped down the blueberry juice. Then everything went black.
Hermione hated Potions with a passion. In fact she almost hated Potions more than she hated Draco Malfoy. She hated him for various reasons, especially for the way he treated her. Like a piece of meat, like a mudblood, like a-. She, stopped her flow of thought for a second. She was going to get back at Draco Malfoy, for everything he had done to her. He's going down, she thought to herself, way down.
She heard Snape's voice from behind her, drawling and lazy. Hermione hated that voice. She shut her eyes and began to curse Malfoy, the Eperenza Curse, it has said in The Advanced Book of Spells. She was ready, she took a deep breath and gulped down the blueberry juice. Then everything went black.