Thanks to all of my great reviewers! I must have done a really bad job on
that last chapter because I did get reviews but they were really spread out
and stuff so I promise I will try to make this one much, much, much better!
Here goes...
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Hermione stepped through the door to the classroom in which she would have her first class of the year: Potions. Goodie, Hermione thought to herself. I just happened to be lucky enough to have Snape first thing in the morning. I wonder how it was possible that I got such an honor?
She looked around the room and immediately noticed how it looked now as compared to how it looked before. There were four large double tables that sat around the room with two chairs behind each. She sat down at one and waited for the others to arrive.
Once everyone had taken their seats Snape walked into the room and looked around at all of them. "Well, well, well," he said. "These seats certainly won't do so pack up your things and I will tell you where you will be sitting for the rest of the year." They all put their things back in their bags and sat waiting for Snape to drop the bomb about their new seats.
He began to walk slowly around the room, when he reached a table he placed his hand on it and said, "Miss Bulstrode and Mr Finch-Fletchly." He then walked around to the other three tables and did the same. By the time that he finished the pairs at the tables were: Bulstrode and Finch- Fletchly, Stalt and Longbottom, Hasley and Patil, and of course Granger and Malfoy.
"Now that is much better isn't it?" he asked with a sneer. He then walked over to the chalkboard and began to scribble down the ingredients for the potion that they would be making during class. After he finished they all set to work chopping, mixing, measuring, and pouring.
Hermione was trying her hardest not to say anything to Malfoy; she really didn't want to start anything between the two of them on the first day, during the first class of the year.
"You over measured your hissing cockroach legs." Draco said leaning over toward Hermione.
"What?" she asked him. "I didn't quite hear you Malfoy."
"I said that you over measured your hissing cockroach legs Granger." She looked at him with a very questioning look on her face.
"And why may I ask were you watching me close enough to tell that I over measured something?" she inquired with a cocked eyebrow.
"Well it was just the fact that you were using my equipment, whether intentionally or not I don't know, but you were still using my stuff."
"Oh," Hermione said as she realized that his words were true. "Sorry about that." She handed all of the stuff she had used in her measuring back to their owner and then went back to working on her potion.
About twenty minutes later she realized that what Malfoy had said to her was truthful. Her potion which should have been a shimmering black was a dull gray. Snape of course had basically a field day over this.
"I cannot believe that little Miss Prefect Granger messed up a potion and a rather simple one at that! I do believe that I shall have to assign her extra work so that she com try and fix whatever her problem was today." By the time Hermione left she had a three-foot essay to be turned in the day after tomorrow.
As she walked out of the dark and cold dungeons she pulled out her schedule and looked to see what her next class was. "Shit," she muttered to herself when she saw that she had Muggle Studies next. She thrust her schedule back into her bag and began to walk to her next class.
She walked into the classroom and sat down on the right side of the only table that sat in the room. "Hello Miss. Granger." Hermione looked up and saw Professor Grey (A/N: I have not heard the actual name of her muggle studies teacher ever mentioned but if you have please let me know.) smiling at her over the top of a Daily Prophet.
"Hello Professor Grey," she replied. "How are you doing today?"
"Oh I am doing just fine." Professor Grey replied with a large grin. She adjusted her dark hat as Draco stepped through the door. "And how are you doing Mr. Malfoy?" she asked him with another grin.
"Fine," was the only reply that she got from him as he walked across the room and sat down at his seat.
"All right; seeing as today is the first day and something came up over the summer that prevented me from doing any planning for this class today is going to be a free day for you two so that I can plan. As long as you don't get too rowdy or loud I will allow you to do what ever you please." Professor Grey smiled once again at Draco and Hermione. "Oh but I must warn you that I will not let you play wizarding chess today."
"Why is that Hermione asked curiously.
"Well you see Miss. Granger I love the game and I am afraid that if you start playing it I will want to and not get any work done." Professor Grey chuckled a little as she said this.
Hermione pulled out a book and began to read; she also noticed that Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and a piece of black chalk and began to draw. After a while she set the book down and stretched as she yawned widely. When she looked down at te picture that Draco was still working on she gasped when she realized that he was drawing a very lifelike portrait of Professor Grey sitting behind her desk.
In the picture she was leaned over desk writing someting from te looks of it. Hermione glanced up at her teacher and was shocked to see that it was the exact position that she was sitting in.
Draco must have felt her eyes upon him because he looked up at her.
"Can I help you with something Granger?" he asked quietly after a few moments of silence.
"Sorry that I was staring but the picture that you drew is amazing." What am I doing? she questioned herself. Did I really just compliment Malfoy?!
"I got the facial features all wrong," he said as he looked back down at the drawing. Hermione completely disagreed with him in her head but didn't say anything to him.
He looked back up at her after a second and shrugged, "Oh well. It's not like I can draw in the least bit any way."
"Now that isn't true!" Hermione said to him sounding very serious. What in the hell am I saying?! Hermione shouted in her mind.
"You actually think that I can draw?" he asked sounding a little surprised.
"Yes." Hermione replied.
"I'm bored now."
"Why is that?" Hermione asked.
"Because I finished this picture and now I have nothing to draw."
"Sorry I can't help you there Malfoy."
"Oh shut up Granger I wasn't asking for your pathetic advice." Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to reading her book. How is it that one minute he can seem so nice and others he is such an ass that you want to slap him?
Finally after about half an hour the bell rang for them to go to lunch. Hermione packed up her book and stood as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Draco was about to walk out of the door when he threw something away. Hermione was about to walk out of the door but stopped when she looked into the trash can at what Draco had thrown away.
A couple of seconds later she walked out of the classroom carrying a piece of parchment with a very lifelike picture of herself reading on it.
(A/N: I must end this chapter here. I did not intend to make this chapter so short but I thought that this would be the best place to leave this off. I didn't reallt like this chapter as much as a few of the others but oh well. Please r&r! Btw if any of this sounds cheesy and romantic I can't really help that. I have been having a lot of problems with this one guy that I used to be really serious with lately...I am sorry. I realize that most of you don't care about my problems so I will just shut up and start thinking about what to put in the next chapter. Later!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Hermione stepped through the door to the classroom in which she would have her first class of the year: Potions. Goodie, Hermione thought to herself. I just happened to be lucky enough to have Snape first thing in the morning. I wonder how it was possible that I got such an honor?
She looked around the room and immediately noticed how it looked now as compared to how it looked before. There were four large double tables that sat around the room with two chairs behind each. She sat down at one and waited for the others to arrive.
Once everyone had taken their seats Snape walked into the room and looked around at all of them. "Well, well, well," he said. "These seats certainly won't do so pack up your things and I will tell you where you will be sitting for the rest of the year." They all put their things back in their bags and sat waiting for Snape to drop the bomb about their new seats.
He began to walk slowly around the room, when he reached a table he placed his hand on it and said, "Miss Bulstrode and Mr Finch-Fletchly." He then walked around to the other three tables and did the same. By the time that he finished the pairs at the tables were: Bulstrode and Finch- Fletchly, Stalt and Longbottom, Hasley and Patil, and of course Granger and Malfoy.
"Now that is much better isn't it?" he asked with a sneer. He then walked over to the chalkboard and began to scribble down the ingredients for the potion that they would be making during class. After he finished they all set to work chopping, mixing, measuring, and pouring.
Hermione was trying her hardest not to say anything to Malfoy; she really didn't want to start anything between the two of them on the first day, during the first class of the year.
"You over measured your hissing cockroach legs." Draco said leaning over toward Hermione.
"What?" she asked him. "I didn't quite hear you Malfoy."
"I said that you over measured your hissing cockroach legs Granger." She looked at him with a very questioning look on her face.
"And why may I ask were you watching me close enough to tell that I over measured something?" she inquired with a cocked eyebrow.
"Well it was just the fact that you were using my equipment, whether intentionally or not I don't know, but you were still using my stuff."
"Oh," Hermione said as she realized that his words were true. "Sorry about that." She handed all of the stuff she had used in her measuring back to their owner and then went back to working on her potion.
About twenty minutes later she realized that what Malfoy had said to her was truthful. Her potion which should have been a shimmering black was a dull gray. Snape of course had basically a field day over this.
"I cannot believe that little Miss Prefect Granger messed up a potion and a rather simple one at that! I do believe that I shall have to assign her extra work so that she com try and fix whatever her problem was today." By the time Hermione left she had a three-foot essay to be turned in the day after tomorrow.
As she walked out of the dark and cold dungeons she pulled out her schedule and looked to see what her next class was. "Shit," she muttered to herself when she saw that she had Muggle Studies next. She thrust her schedule back into her bag and began to walk to her next class.
She walked into the classroom and sat down on the right side of the only table that sat in the room. "Hello Miss. Granger." Hermione looked up and saw Professor Grey (A/N: I have not heard the actual name of her muggle studies teacher ever mentioned but if you have please let me know.) smiling at her over the top of a Daily Prophet.
"Hello Professor Grey," she replied. "How are you doing today?"
"Oh I am doing just fine." Professor Grey replied with a large grin. She adjusted her dark hat as Draco stepped through the door. "And how are you doing Mr. Malfoy?" she asked him with another grin.
"Fine," was the only reply that she got from him as he walked across the room and sat down at his seat.
"All right; seeing as today is the first day and something came up over the summer that prevented me from doing any planning for this class today is going to be a free day for you two so that I can plan. As long as you don't get too rowdy or loud I will allow you to do what ever you please." Professor Grey smiled once again at Draco and Hermione. "Oh but I must warn you that I will not let you play wizarding chess today."
"Why is that Hermione asked curiously.
"Well you see Miss. Granger I love the game and I am afraid that if you start playing it I will want to and not get any work done." Professor Grey chuckled a little as she said this.
Hermione pulled out a book and began to read; she also noticed that Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and a piece of black chalk and began to draw. After a while she set the book down and stretched as she yawned widely. When she looked down at te picture that Draco was still working on she gasped when she realized that he was drawing a very lifelike portrait of Professor Grey sitting behind her desk.
In the picture she was leaned over desk writing someting from te looks of it. Hermione glanced up at her teacher and was shocked to see that it was the exact position that she was sitting in.
Draco must have felt her eyes upon him because he looked up at her.
"Can I help you with something Granger?" he asked quietly after a few moments of silence.
"Sorry that I was staring but the picture that you drew is amazing." What am I doing? she questioned herself. Did I really just compliment Malfoy?!
"I got the facial features all wrong," he said as he looked back down at the drawing. Hermione completely disagreed with him in her head but didn't say anything to him.
He looked back up at her after a second and shrugged, "Oh well. It's not like I can draw in the least bit any way."
"Now that isn't true!" Hermione said to him sounding very serious. What in the hell am I saying?! Hermione shouted in her mind.
"You actually think that I can draw?" he asked sounding a little surprised.
"Yes." Hermione replied.
"I'm bored now."
"Why is that?" Hermione asked.
"Because I finished this picture and now I have nothing to draw."
"Sorry I can't help you there Malfoy."
"Oh shut up Granger I wasn't asking for your pathetic advice." Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to reading her book. How is it that one minute he can seem so nice and others he is such an ass that you want to slap him?
Finally after about half an hour the bell rang for them to go to lunch. Hermione packed up her book and stood as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Draco was about to walk out of the door when he threw something away. Hermione was about to walk out of the door but stopped when she looked into the trash can at what Draco had thrown away.
A couple of seconds later she walked out of the classroom carrying a piece of parchment with a very lifelike picture of herself reading on it.
(A/N: I must end this chapter here. I did not intend to make this chapter so short but I thought that this would be the best place to leave this off. I didn't reallt like this chapter as much as a few of the others but oh well. Please r&r! Btw if any of this sounds cheesy and romantic I can't really help that. I have been having a lot of problems with this one guy that I used to be really serious with lately...I am sorry. I realize that most of you don't care about my problems so I will just shut up and start thinking about what to put in the next chapter. Later!)
