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would realise that I do NOT own any of the characters in this fic.
A/N - I promised that this chapter would be up soon and it is (. Well kinda soon. I hope you like this chapter as much as the others (to those who reviewed). To everyone else . . . I hope you like it too!
Chapter Eight
Harry and Ron were up early the next morning, both for different reasons. Ron had been plagued by nightmares concerning Hermione and Snape; Harry simply had had to go to quidditch practise.
He had just returned from the showers and was standing with Ron. They had a double of potions first up and they weren't sure if Hermione was going to go or not. The two boys were waiting for Hermione, they knew she was up but not when she would be down.
Harry would have run up to her room, but he wasn't sure if that would be wise. Ron didn't either.
"She would have wanted to know. . . . She can't still be angry." Ron was quick to reassure Harry.
"Mmm" Harry's hand instinctively moved to where she had slapped him the night before.
Hermione came down the steps in a hurry. She stopped when she saw the two boys standing there looking at her timidly. Then she noticed where Harrys hand was.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't really mean it, I was just shocked I suppose. We had better leave now though. Or we will be late to class."
"About that Hermione . . ." Ron looked to Harry for help while Hermione wondered what they were on about, "Well, we can make up an excuse for you."
"For me to what?" Hermione did not follow.
"Well, if you don't want to go to potions, we can tell Snape you are sick or something." Harry shrugged.
"Thankyou for offering boys," Hermione grinned as she continued, "but don't you think we could have a little bit of fun?"
The boys looked at her as if she were mad, but they thought of how much they wanted to get back at him for all the detentions he had given them in the past, not to mention the points taken off Gryffindor.
"Sure" They chorused.
* * * * * * * * * *
The three friends were sitting in the dungeons waiting for their teacher, Snape. Ron and Harry were talking very loudly much to a certain Malfoys disgust.
This is my territory, he thought, they will not be able to beat me here. Draco grinned and Pansy thought it was at her. She simpered and moved closer to him.
The professor swirled into the classroom in his usual trademark way. He looked around at the mostly silent student with a frown. The frown deepened when his eyes fell on the one table that was making a lot of noise. Potter and his friends talking as loudly as they would on break. He was about to deduct points from them when he heard what they were talking about.
"Well, Gilderoy is still most everyone's favourite." Hermione started once she was sure the potions master could hear her.
"But he was such an ass; don't tell me you voted for him, please!" Harry only just stopped himself from bursting out laughing; he managed to smile quite broadly though.
"No, of course not. I voted for someone quite different and a hundred times more . . . capable" As she said this, she let her eyes roam up and down the professors body, annoyed at herself for liking what she saw.
"Morning professor," Hermione chirped, "I hope we aren't disturbing the class?"
"Good morning to you as well, Miss Granger, and yes, I am afraid you are talking a little too loudly. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
The class was silent now. No one could believe what had just happened. Goody two shoes Granger, flirting with Snape? Moreover, him, flirting with her?
"Open your books to page 224; you will see a . . . Miss Granger, any reason why you do not have your book open in front of you?"
"Why yes professor. I didn't bring it." Hermione smiled innocently.
"Miss Granger, come here." Snape was angered by the girls brazenness, but he rejoiced in the opportunity to be close to her, "Get a chair and you can look at my book with me."
Hermione obediently sat next to him and shared his book.
"On page 224 you will see a potion we have already done. If you turn over the page, you will see a variation of the potion, this is a truth potion, but only yes/no questions will be answered truthfully. Please get into your pairs and begin preparation."
The students moved to sit with their usual partners. Ron with Harry. Pansy with Draco. Hermione with Neville.
"Miss Granger, instead of working with Longbottom today you will work with Malfoy. I'm sure you will find him more . . . capable."
Hermione moved closer to Snape, she could smell his scent, "I could think of someone more capable than Malfoy." She whispered. Nevertheless, she walked over to Draco and sat down anyway.
Draco was normally a capable student but, with Granger as his partner, he didn't think he would have to do anything.
So while Hermione was working on the potion, Draco was content to stare at Harry and Ron and think of pranks to play on them.
"Mr Malfoy," Snapes voice woke Draco from his daydreams, "Are you working on this potion or not?"
"Yes sir, of course." Draco replied untruthfully.
"Lying is a bad habit Malfoy, 30 points from your house," Snape turned to Hermione, "Miss Granger, I apologize; I thought Malfoy was a competent and capable student."
Hermione bowed her head as a reply.
Snape walked around the rest of the classroom. He came to Neville and Pansy.
"I see you have made another useless potion, Longbottom, but unlike a certain Malfoy, at least you tried."
A/N - I promised that this chapter would be up soon and it is (. Well kinda soon. I hope you like this chapter as much as the others (to those who reviewed). To everyone else . . . I hope you like it too!
Chapter Eight
Harry and Ron were up early the next morning, both for different reasons. Ron had been plagued by nightmares concerning Hermione and Snape; Harry simply had had to go to quidditch practise.
He had just returned from the showers and was standing with Ron. They had a double of potions first up and they weren't sure if Hermione was going to go or not. The two boys were waiting for Hermione, they knew she was up but not when she would be down.
Harry would have run up to her room, but he wasn't sure if that would be wise. Ron didn't either.
"She would have wanted to know. . . . She can't still be angry." Ron was quick to reassure Harry.
"Mmm" Harry's hand instinctively moved to where she had slapped him the night before.
Hermione came down the steps in a hurry. She stopped when she saw the two boys standing there looking at her timidly. Then she noticed where Harrys hand was.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't really mean it, I was just shocked I suppose. We had better leave now though. Or we will be late to class."
"About that Hermione . . ." Ron looked to Harry for help while Hermione wondered what they were on about, "Well, we can make up an excuse for you."
"For me to what?" Hermione did not follow.
"Well, if you don't want to go to potions, we can tell Snape you are sick or something." Harry shrugged.
"Thankyou for offering boys," Hermione grinned as she continued, "but don't you think we could have a little bit of fun?"
The boys looked at her as if she were mad, but they thought of how much they wanted to get back at him for all the detentions he had given them in the past, not to mention the points taken off Gryffindor.
"Sure" They chorused.
* * * * * * * * * *
The three friends were sitting in the dungeons waiting for their teacher, Snape. Ron and Harry were talking very loudly much to a certain Malfoys disgust.
This is my territory, he thought, they will not be able to beat me here. Draco grinned and Pansy thought it was at her. She simpered and moved closer to him.
The professor swirled into the classroom in his usual trademark way. He looked around at the mostly silent student with a frown. The frown deepened when his eyes fell on the one table that was making a lot of noise. Potter and his friends talking as loudly as they would on break. He was about to deduct points from them when he heard what they were talking about.
"Well, Gilderoy is still most everyone's favourite." Hermione started once she was sure the potions master could hear her.
"But he was such an ass; don't tell me you voted for him, please!" Harry only just stopped himself from bursting out laughing; he managed to smile quite broadly though.
"No, of course not. I voted for someone quite different and a hundred times more . . . capable" As she said this, she let her eyes roam up and down the professors body, annoyed at herself for liking what she saw.
"Morning professor," Hermione chirped, "I hope we aren't disturbing the class?"
"Good morning to you as well, Miss Granger, and yes, I am afraid you are talking a little too loudly. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
The class was silent now. No one could believe what had just happened. Goody two shoes Granger, flirting with Snape? Moreover, him, flirting with her?
"Open your books to page 224; you will see a . . . Miss Granger, any reason why you do not have your book open in front of you?"
"Why yes professor. I didn't bring it." Hermione smiled innocently.
"Miss Granger, come here." Snape was angered by the girls brazenness, but he rejoiced in the opportunity to be close to her, "Get a chair and you can look at my book with me."
Hermione obediently sat next to him and shared his book.
"On page 224 you will see a potion we have already done. If you turn over the page, you will see a variation of the potion, this is a truth potion, but only yes/no questions will be answered truthfully. Please get into your pairs and begin preparation."
The students moved to sit with their usual partners. Ron with Harry. Pansy with Draco. Hermione with Neville.
"Miss Granger, instead of working with Longbottom today you will work with Malfoy. I'm sure you will find him more . . . capable."
Hermione moved closer to Snape, she could smell his scent, "I could think of someone more capable than Malfoy." She whispered. Nevertheless, she walked over to Draco and sat down anyway.
Draco was normally a capable student but, with Granger as his partner, he didn't think he would have to do anything.
So while Hermione was working on the potion, Draco was content to stare at Harry and Ron and think of pranks to play on them.
"Mr Malfoy," Snapes voice woke Draco from his daydreams, "Are you working on this potion or not?"
"Yes sir, of course." Draco replied untruthfully.
"Lying is a bad habit Malfoy, 30 points from your house," Snape turned to Hermione, "Miss Granger, I apologize; I thought Malfoy was a competent and capable student."
Hermione bowed her head as a reply.
Snape walked around the rest of the classroom. He came to Neville and Pansy.
"I see you have made another useless potion, Longbottom, but unlike a certain Malfoy, at least you tried."