Next day, the lessons had started. Hermoine had been handed her timetable
at the Gryffindor house table that morning, and found out she had Potions
the first two periods. she was also shocked to find out that none of the
other Gryffindors, except for Dean, had Potions that hour.
'They must have resceduled it,' Hermoine said breathless.
'But why? why would Snape just teach you and Dean?,' Harry asked, who was partially very glad he didn't have Potions first two periods on monday's, but who was also very confused.
'That's another thing i'm wondering. who are we having these classes with? not Ravenclaw, i heard them talking about Transfiguration. and Huffelpuf neither, Padma told Parvati just a minute ago that she had potions on Friday,' Hermoine added with a frown.
'You are not suggesting...,' Ron said, with his mouth full and a disgusted look.
'I am afraid so. i will be having two hours of potions with Slytherin. and only one Gryffindor.' Hermoine caught Dean's gaze, who looked at confused and frightened as she.
'We've got potions on Thursday,' Harry said. 'So it looks like there is no escaping this.'
'there must be some kind of mistake! i will ask Snape about it immediatly,' Hermoine said. but when she looked up at the table were the teachers enjoyed their breakfast, there was no sign of Snape.
'That bloody bastard has left the table already,' Ron said furious. 'I bet it's all a set-up Hermoine, he's trying to get you because you're go igood/i and he thinks you are too... igood/i?' Ron ended this scentence in a murmer, as if he knew that that would be rediculous.
'Maybe he's trying to get you two,' Hermoine said, and pointed at Ron and Harry. there was chicken on Ron's face.
'I've always helped you out when your potions had gotten wrong; maybe Snape's had enough of that. still, that doesn't explain why he would do the same to Dean, or split you from the Slytherins.'
suddenly, a huge, bright smirk grew across Ron's face. the piece of chicken fell on his plate.
'You... and the Slytheris? just you? and dean?' his smile had grown so wide it looked like his face was about to crack open, and Harry had realised it too.
'Hermoine! we won't be having potions with MALFOY anymore!!!!'
the two boys cheered and danced around and it looked like they were about to give eachother a hug.
Hermoine watched them, with a face that reminded them so much of McGonagall's, that they suddenly stopped their outburst.
'THAT-,' she begun, furious, '-might be WONDERFUL. but i am istill/i stuck with that brat, that git, that, that...' Hermoine had called MAlfoy something extremly nasty, and Ron's mouth fell open in disbelief.
'Wow Hermoine, i would never had imagined you saying a word like that,' he said, with a chicken wing sticking out of his mouth.
Hermoine stood up, took one last sip out of her glass and walked away, still angry.
'Poor Hermoine. we should try to cheer her up somehow,' Harry murmered.
Ron still sat there, with chicken out of his mouth. he was still shocked.
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'Hiya Hermoine,' Dean said next to her.
'Hey Dean. do you get a thing from this?' Hermoine asked, tugging on her very full bookbag.
'I very much don't. i wanted to ask Snape about it, but i didn't see him during breakfast,'
'Neither did i. you'd almost think it's a setup, the way things are planned,' Hermoine said, a little out of breath. her bag was stuffed.
'Are you sure you can handle that bag,' Dean asked. 'It looks very heavy.'
'I'll manage, thank you. we are almost there anyway.'
they hahd reached the stairs to the dungeons. Hermoine stood still for a moment to switch the bag to her other shoulder, and then they walked down the stairs.
the Potions classroom looked very different: there were just four tables, and one huge cettle was on a fire in the middle of the classroom, boiling water on a blue/purple fire.
Dean and Hermoine sat down on the right table in the corner. Snape wasn't there yet, but The slytherins were already there. Hermoine could see Draco Malfoy on a table with Patty Park, and Crab and Goyle behind them. in front of Hermoine and dean were a boy and a girl that Hermoine did not know.
Snape entered the dungeons and looked at the pairs, seemingly amused.
'As you all can see, this class has been re-grouped. there will be no more fooling around: this is the absolute top,'
Hermoine had heard about such a class, but figured she never made it. she was never informed about such class. she may be quite intelligent, she didn't like to think so. also, she was wondering what the hell Crab and Goyle were doing here, if this was a 'abolute top'.
'I will make pairs for this year. you will have to work togheter, make potions togheter and have to spend time togheter, mostly in the library. at the end of the year, your assignment must be completed: to make a new kind of potion, that does not excist yet. it has to come out handy in dangerous situations and not too hard to make.' his dark eyes flashed trough the classroom. 'as i said, I will make the pairs. i will not except ANY buts or complaining.'
he walked over to Crabbe and Goyle. 'Crabbe, you go with Emeralda. Goyle, you'll partner up with miss Park.'
he walked over to Dean and Hermoine and pointed at Dean. 'You... you will form a pair with Paul.,' Snape pointed at the boy in front of them. then he turned to Hermoine, who was very scared now, because she knew who was left. 'Miss Granger,' he said, and his lip made an odd twitch as he said her name. 'You'll form a pair with mister Malfoy. now, everyone, sit down with your partners and make your notes. i will not accept any sound.'
everyone was sitting with their partners except for Hermoine and Malfoy. Hermoine stood in the middle of the class, just behind the huge blue/purple fire, angrily staring at Malfoy, who had a smirk on his face but was looking at Snape. she refused to work with him. she didn't want to sit next to him.
'Yes, miss Granger?' snape asked. she could she such a rotten grin on his face, she wanted to come over and slap it off.
'I refuse to work with Malfoy,' Hermoine said, with a cool and calm voice. she stood her right: she wasn't informed about any of this, and she had the right to refuse. it was just that Snape was staring at her with disgust in his black, shiny eyes and it looked like he was going to pull his wand.
'You... are going to sit down. inow./i'
Hermoine blinked, frowned and kept looking into the fire. then, suddenly, she turned around, walked to the table Malfoy was sitting and dropped her bag. she crossed her arms and sat as far away from him as possible.
'Very well. everyone, take your notes.'
Hermoine didn't take notes. she just sat there, staring into the fire. she felt tears in her eyes from anger and the bright blue/purple light, but she ignored them.
'Hey you, imudblood/i. i'd better pay attention. you'd best not want a low grade, now do you?'
Hermoine turned around, wondering who had said that. Malfoy was busy working, but she knew it had to be him, as he smirked. a stray hair fell for his face.
Hermoine turned back and opened her bag. she started taking notes, wondering if life could possibly get any worse, since she seemed to be taking orders from Malfoy.
'They must have resceduled it,' Hermoine said breathless.
'But why? why would Snape just teach you and Dean?,' Harry asked, who was partially very glad he didn't have Potions first two periods on monday's, but who was also very confused.
'That's another thing i'm wondering. who are we having these classes with? not Ravenclaw, i heard them talking about Transfiguration. and Huffelpuf neither, Padma told Parvati just a minute ago that she had potions on Friday,' Hermoine added with a frown.
'You are not suggesting...,' Ron said, with his mouth full and a disgusted look.
'I am afraid so. i will be having two hours of potions with Slytherin. and only one Gryffindor.' Hermoine caught Dean's gaze, who looked at confused and frightened as she.
'We've got potions on Thursday,' Harry said. 'So it looks like there is no escaping this.'
'there must be some kind of mistake! i will ask Snape about it immediatly,' Hermoine said. but when she looked up at the table were the teachers enjoyed their breakfast, there was no sign of Snape.
'That bloody bastard has left the table already,' Ron said furious. 'I bet it's all a set-up Hermoine, he's trying to get you because you're go igood/i and he thinks you are too... igood/i?' Ron ended this scentence in a murmer, as if he knew that that would be rediculous.
'Maybe he's trying to get you two,' Hermoine said, and pointed at Ron and Harry. there was chicken on Ron's face.
'I've always helped you out when your potions had gotten wrong; maybe Snape's had enough of that. still, that doesn't explain why he would do the same to Dean, or split you from the Slytherins.'
suddenly, a huge, bright smirk grew across Ron's face. the piece of chicken fell on his plate.
'You... and the Slytheris? just you? and dean?' his smile had grown so wide it looked like his face was about to crack open, and Harry had realised it too.
'Hermoine! we won't be having potions with MALFOY anymore!!!!'
the two boys cheered and danced around and it looked like they were about to give eachother a hug.
Hermoine watched them, with a face that reminded them so much of McGonagall's, that they suddenly stopped their outburst.
'THAT-,' she begun, furious, '-might be WONDERFUL. but i am istill/i stuck with that brat, that git, that, that...' Hermoine had called MAlfoy something extremly nasty, and Ron's mouth fell open in disbelief.
'Wow Hermoine, i would never had imagined you saying a word like that,' he said, with a chicken wing sticking out of his mouth.
Hermoine stood up, took one last sip out of her glass and walked away, still angry.
'Poor Hermoine. we should try to cheer her up somehow,' Harry murmered.
Ron still sat there, with chicken out of his mouth. he was still shocked.
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'Hiya Hermoine,' Dean said next to her.
'Hey Dean. do you get a thing from this?' Hermoine asked, tugging on her very full bookbag.
'I very much don't. i wanted to ask Snape about it, but i didn't see him during breakfast,'
'Neither did i. you'd almost think it's a setup, the way things are planned,' Hermoine said, a little out of breath. her bag was stuffed.
'Are you sure you can handle that bag,' Dean asked. 'It looks very heavy.'
'I'll manage, thank you. we are almost there anyway.'
they hahd reached the stairs to the dungeons. Hermoine stood still for a moment to switch the bag to her other shoulder, and then they walked down the stairs.
the Potions classroom looked very different: there were just four tables, and one huge cettle was on a fire in the middle of the classroom, boiling water on a blue/purple fire.
Dean and Hermoine sat down on the right table in the corner. Snape wasn't there yet, but The slytherins were already there. Hermoine could see Draco Malfoy on a table with Patty Park, and Crab and Goyle behind them. in front of Hermoine and dean were a boy and a girl that Hermoine did not know.
Snape entered the dungeons and looked at the pairs, seemingly amused.
'As you all can see, this class has been re-grouped. there will be no more fooling around: this is the absolute top,'
Hermoine had heard about such a class, but figured she never made it. she was never informed about such class. she may be quite intelligent, she didn't like to think so. also, she was wondering what the hell Crab and Goyle were doing here, if this was a 'abolute top'.
'I will make pairs for this year. you will have to work togheter, make potions togheter and have to spend time togheter, mostly in the library. at the end of the year, your assignment must be completed: to make a new kind of potion, that does not excist yet. it has to come out handy in dangerous situations and not too hard to make.' his dark eyes flashed trough the classroom. 'as i said, I will make the pairs. i will not except ANY buts or complaining.'
he walked over to Crabbe and Goyle. 'Crabbe, you go with Emeralda. Goyle, you'll partner up with miss Park.'
he walked over to Dean and Hermoine and pointed at Dean. 'You... you will form a pair with Paul.,' Snape pointed at the boy in front of them. then he turned to Hermoine, who was very scared now, because she knew who was left. 'Miss Granger,' he said, and his lip made an odd twitch as he said her name. 'You'll form a pair with mister Malfoy. now, everyone, sit down with your partners and make your notes. i will not accept any sound.'
everyone was sitting with their partners except for Hermoine and Malfoy. Hermoine stood in the middle of the class, just behind the huge blue/purple fire, angrily staring at Malfoy, who had a smirk on his face but was looking at Snape. she refused to work with him. she didn't want to sit next to him.
'Yes, miss Granger?' snape asked. she could she such a rotten grin on his face, she wanted to come over and slap it off.
'I refuse to work with Malfoy,' Hermoine said, with a cool and calm voice. she stood her right: she wasn't informed about any of this, and she had the right to refuse. it was just that Snape was staring at her with disgust in his black, shiny eyes and it looked like he was going to pull his wand.
'You... are going to sit down. inow./i'
Hermoine blinked, frowned and kept looking into the fire. then, suddenly, she turned around, walked to the table Malfoy was sitting and dropped her bag. she crossed her arms and sat as far away from him as possible.
'Very well. everyone, take your notes.'
Hermoine didn't take notes. she just sat there, staring into the fire. she felt tears in her eyes from anger and the bright blue/purple light, but she ignored them.
'Hey you, imudblood/i. i'd better pay attention. you'd best not want a low grade, now do you?'
Hermoine turned around, wondering who had said that. Malfoy was busy working, but she knew it had to be him, as he smirked. a stray hair fell for his face.
Hermoine turned back and opened her bag. she started taking notes, wondering if life could possibly get any worse, since she seemed to be taking orders from Malfoy.