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Caught and Lonely Chapter 6Hermione stepped into her first class, books in hand. She gazed around the room in hopes of finding Ron and Harry. The first thing she noticed, as always was Ron's scorching red hair. They spotted her as well and indicated the empty seat next to Ron. She smiled and walked over to the far corner of the classroom where they were seated.
"Hey guys." She said happily. She was thrilled that school had finally started.
"You know Hermione," Harry began, "I honestly don't know how you can be so happy about term starting. I have been dreading it since, about August!" Ron nodded in agreement.
Hermione just giggled. Ron and Harry never understood why she treasured school. She was always ecstatic when it began. It was somewhat of an outlet for her. She could become engulfed in a fantastic text -book or work on transforming one object into another. Even making an interesting potion was pleasurable. She just downright enjoyed school. It was just one considerably large hobby.
"So, Hermione, what classes do you have?" Ron asked.
"Wow, look at that he's speaking to me again."
Hermione wanted to let out another irritated sigh, but she thought better of it.
"Gosh, I hate it when he does this. He acts like nothing happened during breakfast. He didn't even speak to me, now he's trying to start a conversation?" She snorted at the thought.
"Um, well, let me check." Hermione hunched over and began searching through her noticeably larger shoulder bag. She pulled out a folder labeled "Schedules". She opened it up revealing only a few pieces of paper. She pulled out the very front one.
"Hermione, I think there is a point where a person can go a little overboard in organizing." Harry told her looking at her bulging book bag full of text- books and categorized folders. She just glared at him.
"Well," she began, "I have: (1. Transfiguration with Hufflepuff
(2. Advanced Arithmacy with assorted houses
(3. Care of Magical Creatures with Slytherin
(4. Herbology with Hufflepuff
(5. Charms with Ravenclaw
(6. Potions (She shuddered at this one) with Slytherin
(7. Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff
"Those are all of my classes except for the Arithmacy thing." Ron replied looking over it again.
"Well that's good." Hermione said rather snottily. She still wasn't over the whole "ignore" thing. Ron just looked at her and turned away.
"Good morning class." A clear voice began. It was Professor McGonagall. "Welcome to Transfiguration Year 6. You will be learning new and more difficult transfiguration spells. But I am absolutely sure you will have an enjoyable experience whilst trying these "new things" out. We will begin with…" And the lesson pretty much droned on like that. It was a spell that Hermione had learned in 5th year. So she became rather bored listening to McGonagall's voice.
Arithmacy was pretty much the same. Nothing very interesting happened, though nothing ever interesting happened in Arithmacy, so it was no big surprise.
Care of Magical Creatures went fairly well. Hagrid introduced a creature called a Streeler. Hermione of course knew exactly what it was, "A large snail about 3 feet in width, length and height. It changes colors every hour. When it moves it leaves' a trail of venomous substance that shrivels and burns all vegetation in which it slides over. It is native to Africa."
Instead of Malfoy leading a batch of rude comments towards poor Hagrid like usual, it was Pansy. Malfoy instead sat near an aging oak tree. He was slumped over staring at the grass with a blank look on his face. He looked as if he were off in another world, maybe a better one.
In Herbology, Professor Sprout explained and demonstrated five ways a wizard or witch could use the roots of a common weed in certain situations. Hermione found the whole thing rather pointless, what are the chances of getting in a fight with a possessed quill? But she listened nevertheless; you never knew what could be thrown your way, being best friends with Harry Potter.
Next on her agenda was Charms. Miniature Professor Flitwick gave a very interesting lesson about levitating people. It was very entertaining she had to admit that. But the fun soon ended when Neville sent Seamus Finnigan soaring into the back wall, giving him a trip to the Hospital Wing.
Other than a couple of small amusements Hermione's day was pretty boring until she stepped into the potions classroom. She glanced around the vicinity. There were only a couple of people there, since she was about five minutes early. Everyone usually trotted in about a minute or so before class started. She took a seat on one of the ten small picnic-like tables. There was five of each, one behind the other on each side of the room. Snapes desk was positioned right in front of the chalk- board. To the right of his desk was the door to his personal ingredients closet. And at the very back of the room centered in between the two separate rows of tables were the students' supply shelves.
In a matter of minutes the whole room was filled with Gryffindors and Slytherins. As usual the Gryffindors all sat on the right whilst Slytherins sat on the left. She gazed around the room spotting people she knew, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike, but three were absent, Ron, Harry and surprisingly Malfoy.
"Oh gosh their late in twenty seconds…fifteen.. ten.. five, four, three, two, one and their late. Great another, oh, I'd say thirty house points down the drain, depending, of course on Snapes mood."
Snape stalked into the room his black cloak billowing behind him. As usual a sour look was plastered onto his face. Snape looked intently around the room, taking roll in his mind. "I see everyone is here except our celebrity and his infamous sidekick." Snape smiled evilly as this thought. "Miss Granger do you by any chance have an idea where your friends might be?"
"Uh, no Professor, I have no idea." She paused for a moment, "But, I might just point out someone else is missing as well. He's not as perfect as he seems, ehh?" She said with a superior look on her face. That got to Snape big time, she could tell by the way his face crumpled up and he clenched and unclenched his fists. "Ok, so maybe I shouldn't have just made a critical remark about his favorite student. He looks rather upset with me." Hermione was beginning to feel a little uneasy as she watched Snapes face turn an unbecoming red. He was about to reach his breaking point and strangle Hermione, but to her absolute relief Harry and Ron came barging into the room.
"Uh, so sorry Professor," Harry said, he was out of breath and red in the face, "I just kind of lost track of time. Uh sorry." Harry finished sheepishly.
"I see Mr. Potter. Do you think you should get off the hook just because you lost track of time?" Snape asked a look of near hatred in his eyes.
"I uh," Harry began but was quickly cut off by Snape.
"Do you think just because you are the "Famous Harry Potter" you shouldn't receive a detention for this?" Harry tried to say something but was yet again interjected by Snape.
"Do you think just because you lived through some curse that you should be treated extra special?" Snape was basically yelling now, he was on a roll. All of the years of hatred and anger for Harry were suddenly pelted at him.
Snape continued ranting whilst Harry, Ron and Hermione, plus all of the rest of the students in the classroom stared completely stunned at what was playing out right before their very eyes. Snape had reached his boiling point and he was blowing up like an angry volcano after a one- hundred year sleep.
Sometime during Snapes little (yeah right) outburst Draco walked in. He too was in utter shock. "Ok this is a little strange, yet hilarious. Snape is shouting his lungs out at Potter. Kind of reminds me of my dad. Except better, because he isn't yelling at me."
Snape was far to busy screaming at Harry to notice Malfoy slink into a seat at the back of the room. "And further more Mr. Potter you need to learn how to make a potion. I should be failing you in this class!" Now Snape could have gone on like this for a very long extent of time, but to everyone's absolute relief, someone far more powerful then he interrupted him.
"Severus? Is that you yelling?" Everyone turned to see the Headmaster. Professor Dumbledore was standing in the doorway looking at Professor Snape through his half- moon spectacles with curiosity. "What prey tell is going on here?" Professor Dumbledore asked in a calm voice. His face was completely serious but the twinkle in his soft blue eyes remained.
"Um, well you see Albus, Mr. Potter here wasn't paying any attention to my teachings. He was talking to Mr. Weasley and I was getting frustrated with them because I had asked them plenty of times before to stay quite and pay attention." Snape rambled. He was just caught by the Headmaster of the school in which he worked at; yelling at one of his favorite students. This was not good.
"Severus may I please talk to you out in the corridor?" Albus asked. Dumbledores face showed no emotion. Snape couldn't read it, so he had no idea what was going to happen to him.
"Uh, Mr. Weasly, Mr. Potter, please be seated. I will be right back class." Snape had a distinct look of fear one his face as he followed the Headmaster out into the hallway.
The moment the door closed the whole Gryffindor side of the room cracked up. Gryffindors least favorite teacher in Hogwarts was about to be chewed out and maybe even fired by the Headmaster. Which was truly comical. Everyone broke down into a giggling fit. Hermione had tears in her eyes. Ron was holding his sides and Harry was gasping for breath.
"That has got to be the most funniest thing I have ever seen in my life!" Ron wheezed. Harry and Hermione only nodded their head in agreement, as they were far to busy breaking down into another fit of laughter.
After about ten minutes Snape stumbled back into the classroom. He appeared to be a little more relaxed but had a look of anxiety on his face. This was a little awkward for him.
"Well, class since we have had that little interruption," Snape stared angrily at Harry "I have had no time to teach you my originally planned lesson. Therefore, you will have to write me a four-foot long essay on why Dragon Blood is important to the wizarding society." Everyone groaned at the thought of having a huge homework assignment on their first day back. Harry and Ron received angry glares from a couple of fellow students.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, I want six feet from you." Harry slammed his head on the table; Ron cradled his head in his hands and Hermione just glowered at Snapes beady little eyes that astoundingly resembled that of a rat's as did his hair and his mouth and for that matter his head.
"Class, get to work. Believe me you will want as much of a head start as you can get on this one." Snape sneered. He then turned around and took a seat at his desk snickering to himself.
A/N: Ok guys I am actually pretty proud of this chapter. I hope you like it. I actually have gotten a review. Thank you Draco Slayer!!!! I was starting to thing it sucked. But anyway please R&R Thank you for all of your reviews!!!!!!
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