Hermione Granger sat with her knees pulled up to her chest and her head
in her hands in the Gryffindor Common Room. Tears streamed out of her
chocolate eyes and loud sobs were emitted from her lips as she thought
about what had happened over the summer holiday. Her father had committed
suicide after he learned of Hemione's mother cheating on him. Mrs. Granger
had also filed for divorce the same day that Mr. Granger received word of
the affair his wife was having. Luckily the Common was empty and she could
cry freely without anyone questioning her. If she had to retell that story
one more time she'd probably faint. Ron then stepped through the portrait
hole and noticed Hermione crying. Hermione apparently hadn't seen or heard
Ron come in; her face was still buried into her palms and cries of sadness
ringed throughout the room. Ron sat there beside her, putting a hopefully
comforting arm around her shoulders. "Are you ok, Hermione?" Ron knew the
answer before he even asked it. Hermione said through sobs and tears, "You
kn-know perfectly w-well that I'm not o-o-ok." Hermione's head fell lightly
on Ron's shoulder. Ron had had a crush on Hermione ever since his second
year, which was three years ago. Only Harry and Ginny knew about this, of
course. Hermione was suspicious about this, though. Ron sifted his fingers
through her hair until Harry came in, blushing furiously and giggling
slightly. Ron opened his mouth to ask what he had done until Harry
interrupted him rather loudly," I think that it's time for Potions. Err,
let's go." Ron stood up, reluctantly letting go of Hermione as she pulled
her self up from the couch. The famous Gryffindor trio set out for Double
Potions with the awful Slytherins.
Hermione's face wasn't shining with tears when she entered the icy classroom but she constantly sniffed and rubbed her bloodshot eyes as she sat, taking notes with her quill and glancing around the classroom. Ron's eyes were frozen, with concern, at Hermione through most of the class. It looked as though he would have dearly loved to drag her out of class and try to "comfort" her. Draco Malfoy sat with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, his Trademark Malfoy Smirk upon his pale face.
Snape was hissing at the Gryffindors that he would be testing Neville Longbottom's Sadness Concoction on one of them. His awful, black eyes scanned the cold students before him. His orbs then stopped on a certain clever, bush-haired girl of fifteen in the back of the classroom. "Ah, Miss Granger. Why don't you step up and try out this pitiful potion for me", sneered Professor Snape dangerously. Hermione glared angrily at him as she stood up, almost shaking with rage and sadness of the recen tragedy in her life. Hermione then shouted at Snape, "I think I've already had enough horrible things happen to me! Just leave me alone, you ugly slime ball!" She then sat back down in her seat, chopping her Lacewing larva into uneven pieces as the color in her face turned red. Snape raised his eyebrows at her, obviously very taken-aback by Hermione's actions. His mouth opened once again, letting his now dangerously gentle voice reverberate off the stonewalls of the Dungeon, "Miss Granger. That will be seventy points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of Detention. Off with you now, lesson over." Snape swept toward Hermione, and to Hermione's surprise, Draco. "Your detention shall be served tonight at six o'clock. You will clean this whole classroom, put every last book in order alphabetically, and study until I tell you otherwise. Mr. Malfoy here will be helping you with your studies. Good day to you both." Hermione gaped, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, at Snape while Draco wore a look of immense smugness. "See you at six, Mudblood." He laughed his way out of the Dungeons as Hermione followed far behind him with the same disbelieving expression on her face.
Hermione's face wasn't shining with tears when she entered the icy classroom but she constantly sniffed and rubbed her bloodshot eyes as she sat, taking notes with her quill and glancing around the classroom. Ron's eyes were frozen, with concern, at Hermione through most of the class. It looked as though he would have dearly loved to drag her out of class and try to "comfort" her. Draco Malfoy sat with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, his Trademark Malfoy Smirk upon his pale face.
Snape was hissing at the Gryffindors that he would be testing Neville Longbottom's Sadness Concoction on one of them. His awful, black eyes scanned the cold students before him. His orbs then stopped on a certain clever, bush-haired girl of fifteen in the back of the classroom. "Ah, Miss Granger. Why don't you step up and try out this pitiful potion for me", sneered Professor Snape dangerously. Hermione glared angrily at him as she stood up, almost shaking with rage and sadness of the recen tragedy in her life. Hermione then shouted at Snape, "I think I've already had enough horrible things happen to me! Just leave me alone, you ugly slime ball!" She then sat back down in her seat, chopping her Lacewing larva into uneven pieces as the color in her face turned red. Snape raised his eyebrows at her, obviously very taken-aback by Hermione's actions. His mouth opened once again, letting his now dangerously gentle voice reverberate off the stonewalls of the Dungeon, "Miss Granger. That will be seventy points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of Detention. Off with you now, lesson over." Snape swept toward Hermione, and to Hermione's surprise, Draco. "Your detention shall be served tonight at six o'clock. You will clean this whole classroom, put every last book in order alphabetically, and study until I tell you otherwise. Mr. Malfoy here will be helping you with your studies. Good day to you both." Hermione gaped, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, at Snape while Draco wore a look of immense smugness. "See you at six, Mudblood." He laughed his way out of the Dungeons as Hermione followed far behind him with the same disbelieving expression on her face.